Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Midnight
He boxes blindfolded in representation of his ancestors' missing moral compass. he is midnight, the boxer fox. "you can't put out the lights when they're already off," he proclaims before tearing fist-first into combat as dark as his name.
Damp Face
**damp face** _by asher wolfstein_ in night sweats i still lay, shades of cold, so far away anger on repeat, point complete, ditches titanic, tears chthonic foundations melancholic, morality mnemonic, words tectonic father alcoholic love unspoken
Butterfly Effect
There is no moral to this story. there is no hidden meaning. i just want to share that with you. if you can't take any meaning from this, then that's okay.
Poem #22: Violence
_violence_ senseless purging of the heart ceaseless anger from which it starts there is nothing but pain reason and love shall part virtues and morals are slain not a value to gain now nothing is the same reality that misery will drain
Jacob/Israel
Th'eternal war i daily wage defending right with fists of rage and though i take it on the chin i will not let the devil win my actions sometimes contradict my moral leanings, somewhat strict but still i fight amid the din i will not let the devil win
A Task
Truth, morality and logic supremacy enriched by agony law is your existence fact and fiction are never in black and white existence and demise can never be pure and humble instinct consuming logic blood lust stabbing your sanity money is what speaks
Stepping...
, physical, & beyond the known many walk forward, through the fires of what's shown growing in meditation, at a glance, or simply by chance many stand proudly, against the evils of calculated circumstance till sunlight finds peace in better days the morally
Teenage Loves
To your morals you must hold fast, hold true or else all reason from you will fast flee. be patient with love, don't push, don't shove and look for your true love, the one that life seems meaningless without; this one true love.
Anthrocon Fur Libs 2022 2: The Birds, the Beasts, and the (Platypus)
moral: he who plays both (molten squirrels in retirement homes) against the middle winds up (farfetched and furry.)
Poem: Freed Chains
The winds of truth shatter the bonds of pain, the cries of pain's heart fade within the lone winds of existence the soul which once caged by the hidden lies of never become, let them fly from the once moral cage of broken promises...
The Gift": A Primer on Spirits (Part 3)
Other spirits, like the ancient one or herne, who have been around for centuries exemplify the kinds of morality or outlook that indicate a green eyed spirit for the long run.
How Many Bears DId That? (silly poem)
Bee's honey ten were the bears that passed on the moral fable of mr. bee's honey but to this day, we still do wonder... yes we do still dare to ponder... is mr. bee still nameless and friendless? is mr.