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

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.

Contagious

The light pushes through the cracks in
the floors and then the later days play
out in fractured dust beings. They are
so much stronger then when they were
in front of us. They dance about and we
smile as they look out at the one sunset
that they watched. They are as old as
you make them, your love rushes pass with
the breeze and shadow falls into every crack
once more. A single tear plumpets and meets
the sweet ground. Not every day was yours,
but every day you smiled belonged to them.
To those beings in the dust, your smile belonged
to them.

Wandering Child

I reach out and grab your ghostly hand,
as we wonder the wastes that are these
great lands. We watch and we stare as
the world spins, gently on one axis. We
watch the stars and make wishes on the
ones that fall from their invisable fishing line.
We watch as the sun fades and grows.
We watch and I look down, down into the
eyes of the ghostly child, into the one still
so full of love and hope and warmth. I look
down into the eyes of a child and in them
I see it all. I see the mountains that brush
the skies and the rivers that cut the land.
I see so much beauty in the world again.
Then I see it a hole,a wound, blood.
I see it and find myself in pain. Pain that
it happened. Pain in lost innocents.
I begin to rage and hate and feel my skin
burn and peel and curl. I feel choked and
beaten into the nothingness. I feel it and I
cant help but cry. I look again into the eyes
of the wandering child, into the soul of purity.
I look and I ask, how can you forgive, how
can you be happy? and the child tells me,
to be happy is not to smile or to be given
the world on a platter, to be happy is to be
loved, to have seen the sun go up and down,
to see the joy in someones heart when you say
it back, it was never about the cars, the tv shows,
the money, it was about you and me and this
moment. Happiness is this moment.

Turning the Seeing Eye

Is this to strike a discord? Or is it
just another ploy to get a rise out
of me? You see all that has happened,
every detail layed out in neat little
patterns on the table. All of my mistakes
and flaws, nothing left to the imagination.
I guess you are just to immature to
accept that people aren’t perfect.
So shallow as to only accept a
minute populous that doesn’t exist.
I guess you turned away out of
fear, not of me, but of your
incapability to love, to be loved,
to accept another human being for
being anything less then God.
Pathetic, that’s what it is, so low
that even those you desire or
crave, deny you. For once you
should acknowledge that what
is beautiful beyond all measure,
what the plan was, was not to
find compassion in the easy
places, for those who you claim
deserve it, rather compassion
should be found and given to
those who need it.
Let me put it this way, even
God feels compassion for
the likes of you.

Born in Fire and Brass Wire

Never did he harm another, holding
the tears in his palms, closing his
eyes and forcing a smile. It was
beautiful and tragic. How could others
ever try to take away his truth?
Nothing was bigger then his heart.
He gave all of his heart and expected
nothing in return. Born into a world
that denied him, he denied their fallacy.
Looking into the eyes of all, he watched
as they died. He sat, he wept, he left.

God is Here

I found God in the eyes of a man.
Some say he is light and warm
but he was just as dark as you
and I. It was pure love, nothing
more and nothing less.
Unconditional.

I found God in the hands of a man.
They were as cold as the snow.
They held mine and I felt warm.
They were soft and caring,
as if I were loved.

I found God in every step he took.
Each one filled with purpose.
I saw in it compassion and gentleness.
Each one delicate yet strong.
I finally felt safe.

I found God in every word he spoke.
Like rain and thunder.
Each one filled with love, eternal love.
He spoke with me and then I
knew that I would be okay.

I found God in the darkness.
I found God when I lost everything.
I found God in myself and in him.
He was not divine but human.
I found God.
I found God and God found me.