Blake Foxx Poems

IT sits there,
long limbs portuding over
the arm of the chair.
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Silent lips blow a soft wind
into the ear of the earth.
Time decends down from the heavens,
taking flight and shaping the world.
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How I envy birds.
The way they arc through
the air and fall to the ground
in horror. Then simply lifting
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Darkness seeps into the bloodied wound
of peace. Men cry and dictators laugh.

Soldiers fall in silence in the name of
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Slowly, ever so gentle and peacful
a horror glides down the sides of the room.
At first it isnt noticable, only a sliver of red.
It speaks out in soft whispers,
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Man did not create War...

Man created peace...
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We are the still,
the quiet moaners,
the victims of a virus
that we made.
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Critters crawl and
babys sprawl.
But i dont rhyme,
so this is a waste of time
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Gula, my sweet sweet Gula.
How you bring me comfort
and love.
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Oh, Ira, beautiful beautiful Ira.
Why are you sickened by us...
Why do you despise us so...
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