Last call, and yet here I stand,
Not a single drop of alcohol
Flows through these veins,
But the check is in my hand.
My face is an open book,
A single word for every page,
A single truth for every fear,
All you have to do is take a look.
The deck's been attacked against me,
Yet I motion the dealer for a hit.
My soul cries out, wishing to be free,
Drained, exhausted, wanting to quit.
I blow into my hand upon the dice,
A gentle whisper for an ounce of good luck.
As they tumble my heart sinks low,
For they are loaded with malice and vice.
I placed my bet on a sure to win,
One last chance, I promise myself,
I just need this one, just this o
Daylight extends as far as the eye can see,
Dusk raises its head and sets the night free,
There's a chill in the air, piercing sinew and bone,
The breathless sound of silence, for I am alone.
Weary is my head, the synapes twisted and turned:
Where once was innocence, now jaded and spurned.
Where once was joy, now misery and scorn.
Where once was love, now broken hearted and torn.
The wanderlust of naivety brings the world anew,
Another drug swallowed and desperate to renew.
The bitter truth, is that there are no rules,
That hope is for suckers and love is for fools.
The current drags me under spiraling out of control,
Ever deeper and c
Retreat, retreat,
the call goes out,
stuck on repeat.
Bar the gate,
bar the windows,
guard the estate.
Shore up the defenses,
erect the wall,
the razor-wire fences.
Retreat, retreat,
the call goes out,
stuck on repeat.
If they be foe,
they mean us harm
entry is simply no.
If they be friend,
no entry still,
as we must defend.
We are all that is here,
to protect ourselves,
against all that is near.
Retreat, retreat,
the call goes out,
stuck on repeat.
The war draws close,
we are unmatched,
disarmed and morose.
What can we do,
against an army,
with just so few.
Let no one in,
it's safe in here,
all alone again.
Retreat, retreat,
I cal
With a myrp and wag off I go,
The world is new and I must show,
That this little foxsel's ready to play,
Ready to experience a brand new day.
The storms have finally passed on by,
The sun shining brightly in the sky,
As flowers begin their yearly bloom,
Chasing away the sorrow and the gloom.
I flick my tail and spy my target,
Crouching, slinking, ready, set...
Pounce and bounce into my stance,
A fearsome little weasel war dance.
My collar shakes and jingles loud,
As you sit back laughing, ever so proud.
I will have none of your trickery,
But I fail to notice what you now see.
In my zest fueled by my overwhelming zeal,
I had not noticed th
A bark, a yip, a crinkle or two,
My world’s complete now that I’m with you.
In desperate moments of the past,
Decisions were made severing what we held fast.
An uphill battle in an unjust war,
The odds stacked against a keyless locked door,
But from that moment we first met,
Our fates were sealed, forever more, lest we forget.
As true as the sun dances in the sky,
Is this love we share, until the day we die;
Even when it seemed all was lost,
And our darkest hours chimed their unholy cost,
A ray of hope, a glimmer of light,
Sends the shadows back, into that god forsaken night.
Each day that we’ve spent apart,
Chips away at
In the forest of man, I wandered all alone,
Guided down a path of my own accord.
I slip and fall upon loose gravel stone,
Nearly swept away by treacherous fjord.
I lose my grip and communications lost,
Stranded now upon this rocky bank.
The hill is too steep and not worth the cost,
So another way I must find and flank.
Darkness begins to cast it’s lonely shadow,
My world’s gone cold with apathy.
And despite all I’ve learned, all I know,
I succumb to fear and anxiety.
Just then, before all had been lost,
A flicker of a flame ignites the night.
And into your world I am tossed,
Spreading the warmth of your light.
Shock and
I set myself up to fall again,
Yet here I stand.
I find myself in familiar hands,
Or rather paws.
Life has me twisted all up,
Expecting pain.
However, I take a step,
Pressing on.
Fear frightens my mind,
Is this real?
Hope frees my heart,
Very much so.
Will it be a clear moment,
Of lucidity?
Or is it a brand new day,
Dawning bright.
I feel myself slipping into,
Your warm embrace.
I need this to be true,
Desperately.
Do you feel it too, or...
Is it just me?
Our halves have reunited,
Into a whole.
Patrick Fox
18 Mar 2016
I've been broken, and beyond repair,
Tiny little pieces scattered around.
Missing fragments missing there,
No longer whole, no longer sound.
Refraction displays from time to time,
Brief little moments of clarity.
Where my soul can feel sublime,
But only to smile back in parody.
Empty gestures from friendly hands,
Intentions pure but translation's lost.
Vapid promises from familiar lands,
Price of admission outweighs the cost.
No foundation nor hand to hold,
To guide me back into myself.
Drifting further out in the cold,
A dust covered book left on the shelf.
Will someone ever read my soul,
And caress my spine with loving care?
For this li
In the Crevices of Forgotten Caves by TheFoxTail, literature
Literature
In the Crevices of Forgotten Caves
Misty morning among the trees,
Shadows dance along the breeze.
Sun light rising above the dark,
A dazzling array of colored arc.
The birds begin a melody,
A chirp, a chime, a choral symphony.
The winds pick up and join along,
Rustling the leaves into a song.
The world awakens and begins anew,
Shaking off its morning dew.
Breathing in the mountain air,
Combing locks of grassy hair.
Yet something lurks and quietly raves,
In the crevices of forgotten caves.
Twisting and turning the morning mist,
With just a simple flick of wrist.
The shadows now no longer dance,
Only to stagger and sway in trance;
Darkened tendrils reaching out,
Silencing th
TheFoxTail on DeviantArthttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/https://www.deviantart.com/thefoxtail/art/The-Fox-Prince-paperback-592701119TheFoxTail
Daylight extends as far as the eye can see,
Dusk raises its head and sets the night free,
There's a chill in the air, piercing sinew and bone,
The breathless sound of silence, for I am alone.
Weary is my head, the synapes twisted and turned:
Where once was innocence, now jaded and spurned.
Where once was joy, now misery and scorn.
Where once was love, now broken hearted and torn.
The wanderlust of naivety brings the world anew,
Another drug swallowed and desperate to renew.
The bitter truth, is that there are no rules,
That hope is for suckers and love is for fools.
The current drags me under spiraling out of control,
Ever deeper and c
Retreat, retreat,
the call goes out,
stuck on repeat.
Bar the gate,
bar the windows,
guard the estate.
Shore up the defenses,
erect the wall,
the razor-wire fences.
Retreat, retreat,
the call goes out,
stuck on repeat.
If they be foe,
they mean us harm
entry is simply no.
If they be friend,
no entry still,
as we must defend.
We are all that is here,
to protect ourselves,
against all that is near.
Retreat, retreat,
the call goes out,
stuck on repeat.
The war draws close,
we are unmatched,
disarmed and morose.
What can we do,
against an army,
with just so few.
Let no one in,
it's safe in here,
all alone again.
Retreat, retreat,
I cal
In the forest of man, I wandered all alone,
Guided down a path of my own accord.
I slip and fall upon loose gravel stone,
Nearly swept away by treacherous fjord.
I lose my grip and communications lost,
Stranded now upon this rocky bank.
The hill is too steep and not worth the cost,
So another way I must find and flank.
Darkness begins to cast it’s lonely shadow,
My world’s gone cold with apathy.
And despite all I’ve learned, all I know,
I succumb to fear and anxiety.
Just then, before all had been lost,
A flicker of a flame ignites the night.
And into your world I am tossed,
Spreading the warmth of your light.
Shock and
I set myself up to fall again,
Yet here I stand.
I find myself in familiar hands,
Or rather paws.
Life has me twisted all up,
Expecting pain.
However, I take a step,
Pressing on.
Fear frightens my mind,
Is this real?
Hope frees my heart,
Very much so.
Will it be a clear moment,
Of lucidity?
Or is it a brand new day,
Dawning bright.
I feel myself slipping into,
Your warm embrace.
I need this to be true,
Desperately.
Do you feel it too, or...
Is it just me?
Our halves have reunited,
Into a whole.
Patrick Fox
18 Mar 2016
I've been broken, and beyond repair,
Tiny little pieces scattered around.
Missing fragments missing there,
No longer whole, no longer sound.
Refraction displays from time to time,
Brief little moments of clarity.
Where my soul can feel sublime,
But only to smile back in parody.
Empty gestures from friendly hands,
Intentions pure but translation's lost.
Vapid promises from familiar lands,
Price of admission outweighs the cost.
No foundation nor hand to hold,
To guide me back into myself.
Drifting further out in the cold,
A dust covered book left on the shelf.
Will someone ever read my soul,
And caress my spine with loving care?
For this li
In the Crevices of Forgotten Caves by TheFoxTail, literature
Literature
In the Crevices of Forgotten Caves
Misty morning among the trees,
Shadows dance along the breeze.
Sun light rising above the dark,
A dazzling array of colored arc.
The birds begin a melody,
A chirp, a chime, a choral symphony.
The winds pick up and join along,
Rustling the leaves into a song.
The world awakens and begins anew,
Shaking off its morning dew.
Breathing in the mountain air,
Combing locks of grassy hair.
Yet something lurks and quietly raves,
In the crevices of forgotten caves.
Twisting and turning the morning mist,
With just a simple flick of wrist.
The shadows now no longer dance,
Only to stagger and sway in trance;
Darkened tendrils reaching out,
Silencing th
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I found myself on the brink today,
Wrestling with demons and shadows.
One false step to lose my way,
Into the void and no one knows.
I found myself on the tracks from here,
Hardened steel mirrors heart of stone.
Sounding horn impending fear,
Piercing the night and all alone.
I found myself on the road uphill,
Treacherous ground and narrow lanes.
Turning loose from the wheel,
From blackened iced to hydroplanes.
I found myself with the pills in hand,
To drift off and never return.
One last slumber in dreamer's land,
Where pain and suffering all adjourn.
I'll find myself on the brink again,
As yesterday becomes the morrow.
For now I'll endur
A Tattered-torn piece of scrap,
Crumpled up and tossed aside.
Ever so fleeting, ever so frail,
Nothing else is left inside.
Starvation came to decimate,
Rending, tearing, gnashing fangs.
Lifeless shell still beating on,
Hope now no longer hangs.
Drifting upon the sea of grief,
Sun scorched of empathy.
Letting loose of fraying rope,
And giving in to apathy.
When whereupon my lonely dreams,
Have I lost eternity.
Fading fast and far from home,
Worry not, I'm just a memory.
Patrick Fox
Before the Ink had Time to Dry by TheFoxTail, literature
Literature
Before the Ink had Time to Dry
Scribbles across the page
Dancing in the candle light.
A beast within a cage
Howling against the moon light.
Each letter flows to and fro
Swirling little whispers.
It growls to be let go
Twitching angry whiskers.
Dribbles, dots, and smears
Like scattered memories pool.
Glittered specks of tears
For who has played the fool.
Heated breath upon the wind
The beast laid down to die.
Moon sails across the bend
Before the ink had time to dry.
Patrick Fox
9 June 2015
A young prince goes on a quest from his father in preparation of learning what it means to be king. Upon his return there is a man, who looks like him, sitting on his throne. His identity, his home and hs future kingdom has been stolen from him. What’s worse is that the man uses magic to turn him into a wild beast.
Fraught with sadness and despair, he seeks out the counsel of a dragon. The dragon tells the prince that he must learn to accept who is he, before he can reclaim what is rightfully his.
Can the prince accept his new life? Can he unmask the imposter that sits upon his throne? Can he unravel the mystery of what it means to be
https://www.foxtailcomics.com is up and running! Hopefully this year I will be able to get actual pages up on the specific comics I want to write. Here's to a kickass year!
Revamped my site: www.thefoxtail.com and am in the process of adding all my poetry there, and a lot more than what is found here, separated by years.
On Tuesday I had to make one of the hardest decisions I've ever made. I put my oldest cat to sleep. He had been in my care for about 9 years, from my sister-in-law. He was my buddy and put up with my crap. Today's newest poem is a follow-up to one I wrote many years ago when my first cat had passed away. It is much quieter without him begging for his food sitting there while I would lie in my bed about to get up. He was softly meow at me until I would get up and provide fresh food. I love you Beepers and I hope you can forgive me for having to make that choice. At least I got to say my good-bye instead of coming home to finding him go
Hello!! I was just wondering how much the anthro fox with a hat and clothes on and the two foxes under the tree-clock?? www.furbuy.com/auctions/106299…
Sorry for not seeing your post sooner. I'm going to resubmit the auction but like my plushies purchase singles. I'll have it posted hopefully today and reply back on here as well.