White Fox Rising: Poems, Quotes, and Small Stories

Hate

Hate has all types of forms
but all of them are Ignorance.
No matter who, the hater
is full of Ignorance.
Unwilling to learn and only
willing to prove their side
right and not caring who gets
hurt along the way. Ignorance.
God or not, the fundamental
human being is the same, and
if you persecute one of the other
you are simply breading it. Ignorance.
White or black or yellow or any
color, if you hold one higher then the
other and treat another man as lesser
you are simply full of Ignorance.
If what a man or woman loves
makes you hate them, makes you loath
them with so much depth. Ignorance.

And I have grown tired of the ways
of this. All of the persecution of men
and women. I am tired of the words
full of this poison that you breed.
You ask whats wrong with the world
that an Atheist or Christian may be
ripped apart by one another, well the
problem is YOU and YOUR Ignorance.
It was never because of God, or Love
or Biology, it was simply your pathetic
unwillingness to listen, to learn.
And I have grown tired, I have grown
sorrowful, I have grown into an old man with
stone colored eyes all at the cost of
your Ignorance.

Arioch

It is know that a demon resides
within these bones
one that is far beyond terrifying.
It writhes to push the sins of men,
it wishes for release into the world
of light with this body as a catalyst.
As of today, it has cut through its
fleshy barrier. There will be no more
mercy, no more forgiveness and no more
patience. A delicate balance was broken
by ignorance and for it they shall pay.
It ushers in the end, end of it all.
The sad part is that the ignorant one
will never see it coming, never see
the beast roar across the earth as
the sun rises. With light will come
the worst pain known to man.
Duality and levelheadedness is over,
I have let the guardian die and
the angelic beast fly into the world of men.
Expect no mercy, no forgiveness, just
utter destruction with so many bodies
to cry over.

Do You Remember

Those nights in which pacts were made
never to let go, never to let me fall into
an abyss so deep that it would consume
all life and hope. Those days in which
you held my hand so tight that I thought
that God would be jealous of our love.

Or how about the words said in earnest.
The modest compliments that blossomed
into an eternal joy. The sweet nothings
whispered in my sleep to you. The many
long nights of sweet nothings exchanged.

How about when you changed.
Getting your way only.
Walking away from mistakes
and turning your back from sorrow.
Becoming so arrogant nothing could
touch you.
Closing your eyes and ears.
Closing your mind to reason.
Talking to only those of like minds.

I remember those days.
I remember fear.
I remember love.
I wish i didn’t have to.

Lonely Shadows

Lost in the oblivion of light
and joy. Its like a sick poison
that slowly eats away at your
soul. It makes your tears turn
to dusk and your eyes into dawn
and somewhere in between is night.
In that fractured space is where
your heart lives. It beats and makes
the moon and stars flash in a beautiful
shadow.

Desire follows the soul. The singularity
in two beings that flows between
the dawn and dusk. When the moon
shatters and the stars burn out, nothing
is left but the lonely shadow of your
formal self.

Sunlight

If everything falls to peices its all
okay, cause the sunlight is finally
breaking through. I will take the
shattered bones that keep me down
and I will make my own future.
No more floating down the
river set before me, I will push
against the current because the
sunlight is finally cracking through
and I can see. I begin to notice all
the things that I never noticed and
hear the voices that never spoke
before. Finally the sister of the moon
holds me up and lifts me from the land
of all the shades of blue and into my
next path. This time I am letting the
sunlight in.

Falling

Stepping to the edge
and unfolding the wings
and the feathers into
the soft solar breeze
of a million suns.
Caressing each
inch of flesh, as eyes
stair into the bright abyss.
Its alien and so
familiar like the feel
of golden grass brushing
a pair of bear legs.
Stepping forward and breathing
in the astral realm.
The brilliant clouds of carmine and
amber flow in like an ocean
embracing the shallow recesses
of coastal stones.
Embracing the emptiness ahead,
beginning to plummet to the depths
of the endlessness. Regressing
to the place of all birth, becoming
part of the particles that birthed.
Feeling the solar sting as it rives
the body. Waning out of our dreams
and back to our immortal love

Broken

There is nothing worse then being forgotten
and left to collect dust, until one day someone
touches you and you fall and crash, shattered.
And as the tears well up in my porcelain eyes
they walk away, forgetting any promise, any
word whispered to me in confidence. And as the
salt water washes away the painted smile that
is so diligently worn on my face, I begin to
drown in the sea of pain.

I guess I was never meant to be remembered,
to be taken by the hand and brought into a
heart. I guess that the only way to escape
is to lock myself in a cold room. Broken by
the water that flows down into my palms and
slowly slipping into nothing more then an
empty porcelain smile.

As my eyes close there is nothing left, just
a void, accepting me and calling me. It is
beautiful and is angelic. I can see the sun
on horizon and the wings of the birds
wisp into the clouds. To think, all I ever needed
was someone to put me closer to their heart.

Wishes

I just wish I could
Shut down
Shut in
forget all the pain
and sadness and
walk on, walk into
a bright shiny future
but the truth of it is
that all I want is to
live and not be judged
not be put into a corner.
I just want to be able to
breath, to not be sad or
alone, but that’s not in my
deck of cards, I don’t get
to choose my life and
for a lot of people that is
hard to understand, that
someone so strong could
just be controlled, but its
true. Some of us aren’t as
perfect as we look, we
are flawed and cracked
and misshapen, we
have one thing though.
We have love.

Fitzgerald

The world is suddenly empty,
grey and blank, even the snow has
no color. The flavor of food has
gone and what was it worth a few
hundred dollars. All it cost was
a few cold coins and then I got
rid of all of the burdens of life.
I get rid of the feeling, of love,
of hate, of joy. Even the grass
has no feeling on my skin nor
the breeze. The sky drops rain
no longer but only coins, but
what is it all worth, what is all the
blankness worth? Why choose the
emptiness? It only cost a few hundred
dollars. That’s all it was worth, I guess
I should have bought your love instead.

Drifting in the Salt Water Sea and Basking in the Moon

He gave it all, exuding from every fiber of his being
a love beyond all things, a love deeper then the sea
he now floats in. Richer then the salt that swirls
about in the water, in particles, in the pitch black
waters that wrap him and lap him. Death was at his
doorstep and he accepted the kiss with a smile.
His love was brighter then the minds of the
men of alchemy, men of physic, men of law. It was
brighter then the moon beams that caress his paling
skin it their parlor. He walked with his angels and his
demons, he walked in mercy and regret. He joined
Death in her stroll to the sands of the shore. His love
was sweeter then the smell of the night flowers that
bloomed at his feet. His love was sweeter then their
nectar. Sweeter then ambrosia, sweeter then manna.
And he looked back into Death’s soft grey eyes and
let himself into the dominion of the waters. His love
was truer then the grace of Holy men, artists, or mad men.
His love was truer then any words that were ever spoken
by God, human, or book. His love was true enough to let
him see that he was just human. He floated into the water
and stared at the moon and he shed a tear, not out of fear
or rage, out of pain, pain that the world turned away
the greatest gift it could receive. Just for a moment
in the great vastness of time, a single man shed a single tear
in the pitch black waters of the starry night light seas on the
outskirts of darkness. Death sat on the shore and in her hand
developed his tear, singular and pure, she put it in her pocket
and walked on

Brave

Its not facing fear but feeling it
and moving forward, not being
ready for pain but enduring it
and smiling. Bravery is not
just accepting what happens,
it is being in the moment,
acknowlaging it in its entirity,
yet knowing it could be diffrent.
Bravery is not giving up when the
going gets rough, or running, or hiding.
It is the one thing in the human spirit
that is both maddening and
comforting. We look forward and
yes we don’t know if it will be perfect or
happy, we know it will have fights
and some nights will be spent alone
in somber silence, but bravery is not
ending it all and facing death rather
then sadness. Bravery is simply
an act of altruism, sacrifice, and
love.