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Post The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 6:42 pm
Deep in the Forbidden Underwoods lays a shack, old looking and creaky with stained wood. Inside lays a fox on a stool, pencil in mouth and a parchment in front of him on a table. Slowly, he reaches his head down to scribble things on the parchment...

Fascist Fashion

As I watch the midnight moon,
I can hear the faint sound of monsoons,
Maybe my voice can be heard soon
But we may not know of the rune,

Your heart burns with our compassion,
Your fascist fashion,
Fighting to the end in our forgotten passion,
And I despise your fascist fashion,

And I hear you in my ears
As deaf as a political man,
And I see the outer gears,
You’re about to hurt Anne,

You believe a kettle drum is in order,
But you care not for the hoarder,
And within you a fallen rise,
And I cleanse my room of your lies,

Your heart burns with our compassion,
Your fascist fashion,
Fighting to the end in our forgotten passion,
And I despise your fascist fashion, (x2)

You believe that I am almighty,
And you’re the only to resist,
I am the spirit of the mighty,
And you’re the resistance,

I am the defense,
And I love the fence,
But I do not like the love
In the hollowed cove,

Your heart burns with our compassion,
Your fascist fashion,
Fighting to the end in our forgotten passion,
And I despise your fascist fashion (x2)…

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 6:43 pm
Never Let Me Fall
Sometimes our conclusions aren’t great
Often filled with torture and hate
And you’ve always been the one to grate
Causing me to close my ears and wait,

With all your screaming and whining
I’ve been watching and crying
Writhing in pain until I stop and die
And yet you keep up your lie,

You make me fall to the floor
Keeping me away from the door
Inside my very core
I’m burning with the poor,

Yet it’s so easy to run
To never turn
Running away from my very home
To somewhere where I’m not welcome,

With all of my helplessness inside
And yet I’ve got more in the inside
Than I would on the outside
So please hear me out on the side,

I can’t feel the way I did before
With you and that lazy horse
I’m still running that course
I still can’t feel the way I did before,

You make me fall to the floor
Keeping me away from the door
Inside my very core
I’m burning with the poor, (X2)

Congratulations
You are now my ultimate fear
And I do not want to be here
And I wish to not hear
You as you were near,

You make me fall to the floor
Keeping me away from the door
Inside my very core
I’m burning with the poor… (fading)

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 6:44 pm
Sighing of the Sun
I don’t know how I got this way,
But I despise it
And under the doorstep I decay
And my I sit and wait,

And I lay with deep regret
I am sifting through the past
And I may be able to forget,
I’ll be able to throw all away,

You told me not to break,
And yet you were encouraging me
So I have may have been weak
And doom I now shall wreak,

Blood sweating through tears
Unfortunately may I have been foolish,
My life draining beyond crystal years
And a half full bottle of gears,

A year left of misery,
A sigh of despair,
I have much in the treasury
A price for repair,

I have been forced to watch the falling moon,
And to hear the squeal of the coming monsoon
And upon the final loon
Shall be the end of our fierce rule,

A year left of misery,
A sigh of despair,
I have much in the treasury
A price for repair…

(Sorry for the double posts. Please don't lock the thread! D:)

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 6:45 pm
Sweet Night Labor

Within our Self-Righteous calls
Lays the care takers of the forgotten halls
And in the cracking walls
Is the caterwauling of forgotten souls,

With the ladies and gentlemen chattering
You can hear the rain pattering
Beyond the windows is the clattering
And the men have many lacerations,

It’s the Last Day’s Countdown
With the million dollar showdown,
A whole loot of million dollars/
It’ll have you begging for more callers,

And yet you say you’ve won
But yet you don’t have that one
Which I seek is under the gun
So leave me alone son,

With you going around screaming;
“Sweet night labor!”
I’m going around asking for a gleaming;
“Sweet night labor!”

Oh our sweet revenge
Will never get to the final stage
With your deep rampage
Is the final end of the cage,

Oh yeah with all the banging
Hell yeah with our regrets
Screaming with the hanging
And swearing at the rejects,

With you going around screaming;
“Sweet night labor!”
I’m going around asking for a gleaming;
“Sweet night labor!” (x2)

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 6:47 pm
Single Moon

These battles you always choose
End with me to lose
Already I felt like I’ve needed the noose
To show those who isn’t loose,

You have caused me to fall
Deep into the endless hall
Where a single hole
Is in the middle of my skull,

I’ve fallen yet can’t give up
I’ve been crying yet can’t give up
Screaming at nothing but can’t give up
And on the final day I’ve given up

On the pages of the burned book
A picture of his prized hook
And written in blood;
“Forever more on the fallen look”

With this nearly completed exploration
Is the truth behind burned extermination
And the sweat from our determination
But I’ve been crushed under your domination

I’ve fallen yet can’t give up
I’ve been crying yet can’t give up
Screaming at nothing but can’t give up
And on the final day I’ve given up (x2)

So please let go of my hand
Let me sift through the sand
Wouldn’t life be grand
If I had been able to stand?

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:24 pm
Everything You Are

I’m sick of not having feelings or emotions
So very sick of all our commotions
Which all end in the explosions
That end with the ground’s erosions,

With all of their clattering and banging
Tones out the screams of the soon to be hanging
You use your knife to make clanging
Noises in which leave me deaf,

May I let the sun set for you
And let the endless summer start for you
I will let everything go for you
So you don’t have to go and coo,

I say that there is truth in your lies
Yet I can’t give up on my cries
Knowing that you have spies
Watching everyone that dies,

Oh you say that you have regrets
With all your little rejects
That you keep hidden in your secrets
And now you’ve made me deject,

Join me on my global test
On who to find the best
And let us leave what’s left
To lie in the rubble and rest,

I say that there is truth in your lies
Yet I can’t give up on my cries
Knowing that you have spies
Watching everyone that dies, (x2)

I hate when you claim know something
When you end up knowing NOTHING
And you laugh at me when I forget something
Yet you have absolutely nothing,

With the paper being blown in the wind
Everything gets too grim
With our past flying by in the wind
Their past life gets very grim,

I say that there is truth in your lies
Yet I can’t give up on my cries
Knowing that you have spies
Watching everyone that dies… (Fading)

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 12:02 pm
When We Fly

Why do you make me stoop so low
Making me look so impersonal
Yet you don’t look so irrational
You’re about to make this mess national,

Oh with your dead profanity
Is lost in collateral sanity
With a bit of my calamity
Could end the start of Humanity,

When we start to fly
Do we always die?
Or are we in a repeating lie
Which leaves me to cry?

And they are all hoards
With our words so coarse
Which has us running the course
In the edges of the forgotten swords,

Always forgotten in the collateral
Damage which is completely lateral
On which side we shatter
With our insane chatter,

When we start to fly
Do we always die?
Or are we in a repeating lie
Which leaves me to cry? (x2)

With all the death we wreak
We don’t spare the weak
You attempt to sneak
Away as we cross the bloody creek,

When we start to fly
Do we always die?
Or are we in a repeating lie
Which leaves me to cry? (fades)

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:13 pm
In Which Despair Lies

Behind our deep regrets
Are the burned secrets
That we have known
Shall be re-owned,

Inside our heart
Is the deepest of our thought
Which clouds up as we part
With all the lies we were caught,

In a trap eternally wrought
I could have fought
But now I’m left to rot
in the son that is entirely hot,

Without a break hair
Without a care
Burning in the hot air
As if you would dare
Me to die in despair

With my hearty despair
Or the vain desire for baking air
I have no care
For it’s our memories that are to spare,

Driving off all that is fair
and that could work
With the sigh of our repair
Of a relationship gone berserk,

All of that is off the edge
In the current of hate
Which reminds me of the hedge
That blocks us from the debate,


Without a break hair
Without a care
Burning in the hot air
As if you would dare
Me to die in despair… (Fade)

One that I had worked on with my new gf, Alisia... =D

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:23 pm
That's really good. And I'm happy for you.

Keep up the great work. :P


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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:24 pm
Thank you... Major chances that there will be more of ones that wake-up juice up made from us both.. =D

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 1:53 pm
CAUTION: SWEARING (CENSORED) AND OTHER THINGS IN THIS NEXT SET OF LYRICS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

A War Rant

Let me fall in the pool of fate
Let me die in the simple hate
Forever more with our incisions
In our trust you make my decisions, (x2)

Rush the faggots with our hated words
You let the words smear across our walls
Smiling with a evil twist on your *naving* face
You disgust me as you push the weak around,

Peace is being thrown across the tables at the lords
Causing the soldiers to walk around in vests and arms
Oh ho, we are under attack by terrorist words
And our soldiers are up to the task fighting with their arms,

A war rant,
An invitation to watch the bombs rip the fields up with no harmony,
With the pops and bang bangs of the weapons making the symphony,
We can’t afford to be neutral despite our words of supposed harmony,

War is staring at you in the face, (hiding in darknessssssssssssss…)
With our children avenging our disgrace we can pace the rooms
Or we could hide in the closet and claim that we don’t have ‘shrooms,
Which is a lie since war is supported by drug money caused by dealers,

A war rant,
An invitation to watch the bombs rip the fields up with no harmony,
With the pops and bang bangs of the weapons making the symphony,
We can’t afford to be neutral despite our words of supposed harmony… (fades)

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 2:28 pm
~*~ Here I am ~*~

Here I am,
here I am,
a mirror on the wall,
a savior living as a doll,

screaming beautiful words
as madness takes time
with your savior of a as a demise
so here I am,

ghosts on the boardwalk
swaying to the ghostly symphony,
a legion of dominent lies
so here I am,

Hold your finger up
to hush the quarantined cries
under which madness lies,
so here I am,

Oh, with the peace so serene
and the styrenes so empty
from which no new man chats,
so here I am...

Here I am,
(here I am)
Here I am,
(here I am)
in this hollowed grave...

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 11:25 am
X~X Ashes Fall X~X

Now here we goooooooooo!

She said that this was a lonely valentine
And now she’s left and I’m alone,
A single bloody tear falling down my face
And angels falling around me,

AND NOW THERE’S NOTHING LEFT AROUND ME,
No one alive left around me,
NO ONE LEFT TO BREATHE THIS AIR,
Nobody left to hold me,

A single tear in the love,
A single swipe of a perfect Valentine,
Ruining us in without a new divine love,
NOW GIVE ME HATE AND LEAVE,






(Now give me thunder,
Give me the darkness
Full of black clouds
And soiled hearts,

Now give me reasons
To remember a past love,
Give me reasons,
Reasons not to die,

Something I didn’t deserve,
Something I can’t stand to watch,
Staring at the empty wall
Standing as a fallen hero…)

NOW GIVE ME FALL,
GIVE ME ALL YOUR HATE,
Crossing this old divide,
Staring at the blood soaked clothe,

Cross a false divide,
A false love and Valentine,
No more reasons,
No more trust,

Just death and hate,
A reason not to stand tall
But hide in the darkest of shadows,
To devour the past love…

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 11:45 pm
~*~No Tomorrow For You~*~
Sitting so quietly on the fence post is thy, forever more the Forgotten ghost,
I seek to find the owner of thy soul,
The grave of which thy name shallth lie, as white as snow,
As cold as winter's breeze, a handkerchief for thine sneeze,
Pass house by house with thy ghost following, no sound on cobble road leaving me hollow,
My stroll shallth quicken and quicken, the ghost hath stricken me with thy fear,
On the end of the black cobbled path in the small village lies thy grave, I shallth not touch it for the strict laws deny the harsh act,
Shallth I be a puppet for thy bidding, to visit thy grave and give sorrow for unfortunate end?
"I shallth not go to thy grave, I shallth go back home and sleep!" I hath spoken, to reassure broken soul and to ward thy ghost, show it that I Shallth not be it's host,
The snow fall around me, dancing in the wind with white beauty,
The cold from thy spirit soaking through my cloak, chilling my veins and blood - an indication of premature death?
Surely the night was cold but the ravens fly about, the clouds blocking midnight moon - a sign of premature death?
I tilt my top hat at thy attempted intimidation, a grin plastered on my face as I say "No thank you, unkind spirit, I shallth not die tonight. Why oh why, unkind spirit, why do thy chase me through village street? Hath you nowhere else to be, unkind spirit? I hath nothing for you, nothing to give. I shan't give my life away to wander street by street as thou, I shallth not give thy what thy wants. Do not cry, unkind spirit, for you shallth find someone someday, but today I shallth not die. There shallth be a tomorrow for me, no tomorrow for thy."

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Post Re: The Fox's Poetry Shack • Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 5:15 pm
~*~ The Sniper ~*~

Crisp, chilly night air brushes out the soul,
Soul of the silent killer,
Looking into scope to pinpoint target in dismay,
The Sniper doesn't scream, just aims - fires -
Another life expires.

~*~ Oh Johnny Boy ~*~

Oh Johnny Boy, oh Johnny Boy,
Why hath your drums stopped beating?
The war's not over, it just begun heating.
Oh Johnny Boy, oh Johnny Boy,
Hath you died or fled and left company's music empty?
Oh Johnny Boy, oh Johnny Boy,
Hath you killed a soul,
Left company with a heart a black hole?
Oh Johnny Boy, oh Johnny Boy,
What shall your mother think of you if return without me,
Shall she make you an enemy?
Oh Johnny Boy, oh Johnny Boy,
The flag carriers die by their flags with pride,
But hath you run to save your own hide?
Oh Johnny Boy, oh Johnny Boy,
Oh Johnny Boy, oh Johnny Boy...

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