Stone Fox (March 29,1989 / dallas, TX)
Biography of Stone Fox
A painter of words and collector of the rarest memories.
Stone Fox Poems
A City Lay In Ruins
The faceless-ageless friends didn't find her hiding. Instead there was a special gift, the ability to hide in creases of time. It hung there motionless on the wall as it had minutes ago.
All Is Fair In Love And War
Sinking into you is something I find myself doing all too often. If only you made this easier by being ignorant or oblivious. Instead you wear the gentlmen well and I can never fault you for that.
Looking back, In your previous attractions the role playing usually involved more than a pretty target. Although it was unknown to you at the time, with each new growing experience, your perception as well as reality began to find you less subtle while betraying your most important values. Making you cloudy as you forget that you are the one who decides if you will continue, a most clever rouse.
Waned and weary with only toil and trouble my limbs could only travel this journey tired.. In my head to in my mind
I leave you kisses everywhere, littering them like trash-dropping them here and there. My kisses become clutter in the day to day havoc that is your life, and mirror the stars in the sky.
After The War
There was nothing remotely familiar, I could see no one and every one all at once. These people were lost, they were all dead. Salem grew dark-blushing from a freshly spent temptation.
Home Sweet Hell
'That also has a steep drop off the far side of Home Sweet Hell' said my soulless guide as he pointed in the direction of the nearby screams. I could see what resembled silhouettes or smeared shadows of something being thrown or tossed off the side of the tallest tower in sight. There were so many falling at once the blur of any kind of outline in this smokey medieval lighting was impossible and began to strain my eyes. 'They're throwing bodies over the edge, a necessary task for the good of our home.' he continued as he watched me watching the horrific scene of what now was confirmed as bodies.
Beast Of Burden
He halted.. Snuffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off.
Half my time is spent bruising my own ego, as I literally try to command every cell in my body to forget you entirely. To forget your stupid face, your name, and all the things I can't stand about you.
Feathers torn from the gaping napes of wind began to dwindle and resist in spite of the gravity crushing tsunami. Trapped in a facade of impersonating flowing rain every feather dived to their unplanned descent.
A Heat Of A Thousand Suns
His voice faltered at first then faded off.. He watched her slink closer, carrying her flesh sensuously as some women can.
In the most unusual manic-panic creep, Wildly lurking behind every corner, The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea..
For a moment, Looking upward, I suspected they had fallen from the sky.