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Mister FoxA gentleman, Reynard, they say,
Is quiet where he walks,
His silent smile will change your day,
That’s why he’s “Mister Fox.”
And should you listen for his pace,
His quiet, sooty socks,
Are soundless, still, or in his race,
The feet of Mister Fox.
Coming to the wedding door,
With timid glee, he knocks.
Who hasn’t invited him before,
That charming Mister Fox?
A cunning lad, always so mellow,
I know to knave who mocks,
The kind and somewhat silly fellow
They know as Mister Fox
Some afternoons with tea and bread,
He sits down at the docks.
Admirable, his coat of red,
And red is Mister Fox.
He has no need for petty things,
Like gold or diamonds or stocks.
More precious are the songs he sings,
The sociable Mister Fox.
After your feet slips off the stirrup,
And you fall on the rocks,
What friend comes by to help you up?
Who else but Mister Fox?
Sometimes his wolfish claws aren’t neat,
Or his grin has teeth of crocs;
But no-one’s words are soft and sw
The Name ColdIn the polar Glacier Bay, looking from a window sill
I look upon the frozen waters, peaking at the chilly ice
And the word of “cold,” for this here place—it fits the bill
And a color frozen white to match the name is very nice
So after sailing on my way, and gazing upon every hill
I know that surely such a word as “cold,” is still said twice
And every voice and tongue within my mind, resounding shrill
A word of “cold,” is spoken by me, once and twice and thrice
Though a warming glass of wine, a chilly man still mayest spill
A person with a coat will risk their life and roll the dice
Because there is no kind of heat out here at all that can ever fill
The bones so full of “cold,” or quiet the sounds of bitter vice
With the sound of “cold” upon the wind, and in the salmon’s gill
And the numbing snow still all around the chilly feet of shiv’ring mice
The wind upon the waves, your very soul, it shall surely chill
The SpiritBeloved Lord Jesus
I know I am a sinful child
By no virtue am I truly saved
Beloved Lord Jesus
Even when my heart is wild
A heavy price is paid when I’m depraved
But tell me, Lord Jesus
Why you love a soul as I
What is this here light that I behold
It’s too strong to resist
The passions in which angels die
And yet you say I have a heart of gold
Your Spirit makes me whole
I hear it
I fear it
Your presence seeks my soul
Is it a vice
Am I to blame
That in your presence, Lord I hide within my shame
I’ll say it twice
I have no pride
Because you overwhelm the beast I keep inside
Forgive me, Lord Jesus
I know you love like no-one can
But I’m ashamed to come before your throne
Redeem me, Lord Jesus
And let me feel your love again
Please lift my spirit when you take me home
I have no place with thee
The day you’ve ransomed me
I will never be free
But Lord, let me see
That outside and insid
Could I expand this?“The Black Wizard was once a handsome and brilliant young man; but because of jealousy and vengeance, he lost himself to his pride, and now wanders in exile,” A haze of smoke crawled out of the old man’s yellow teeth, “He was banished for going against the imperial decree, and abusing the rights entitled to him through what he learned. The White Crown finally cast him out upon hearing of the forbidden arts that he practiced; neglecting those whom he falsely sworn to protect with his life. His own students are now nothing more than a nuisance; and to the sorcerer, all who once stood alongside him are considered inferior and weak.”
“So where is he now?” the child asked.
The Old Man leaned closer, for his voice qu
The Vicious Cycle of Rainbow RoseThe Vicious Cycle of Rainbow Rose
(Rainbow Spy can be heard in the distance laughing his butt off, as he seems to teleport from place to place using spy cloak to give the illusion that he vanishes and appears repeatedly)
(Rainbow Spy squeaks when he sees a RED Engineer with a cowboy hat and moustache)
(music begins to play)
Rainbow Spy: “HA!” (big and happy smile)
Engineer: “Murrrrhhh” (glares)
Rainbow Spy: “Huh?” (big confused face)
Engineer: (takes off hat and tosses it aside)
Rainbow Spy: “oh no…” (grimaces with fear)
Engineer: (is standing up and rapidly “yippee-kye-aye”s whilst throwing his hands up and head back, with head shaking around)
Rainbow Spy: “AGH!!” (big scared face)
Engineer: (face becomes Vagineer face with slightly bigger head) “OOOOOOOOOB!!!”
(fast part of the music plays as the vagineer lunges after Rainbow Spy. However,
Bird meets IkeThe scent of every grass and stone rose in the morning mist, the golden sunrise kissing the moss upon the dark tree trunks. A starling emerged from her nest and cocked her head in various angles, looking about for signs of draft and silent breeze. A frog bellowed near the crystal stream with a croaking yawn, while the gentle haze of dew on the grass floated around and strayed far from every hole in the ground. The shadows of the forest were separated by golden light and dusty sunbeams from the outskirts of green and brown. Flowers and bushes gently wavered while their leaves dripped on the roots of neighboring shrubs and herbs. Mushrooms stood still and white, while a butterfly prepared to take off.
The vixen paced out of the hole, a bright sky-blue nose in front of her glowing teal eyes. Her ears spun about curiously, taking in the hushing bubbling of the stream. Her brown-orange fur coat was rich and gentle, and floated in the dark silently. Her smile greeted the flying creatures abo
Red BanditA nervous cluck and beady eyes
A bright shadow slinks about.
What can I say to you?
A brilliant flash and squawking;
A mischievous grin, and claws scrape the dirt;
The smell of every grass and stone
In the red-tailed darter.
His fan a flag of white,
He becomes water! Through the fence he goes, plush and thin.
Squawking and screaming.
A flash of teeth, and final screech.
A taste of fresh bird in the dark trees... gone.
My first parableThe Shepard watches over his flock; The fisherman stands upon his dock; The scribe reclines and watches the clock; and all of them are bored.
The fisherman is simply a man; The scribe is listless tapping his hand; yet far and wide across the land; The Shepard is The Lord.
A cunning fox with blackened paws; socks on his feet equipped with claws; He has no master, king, or laws; he says “Their food is mine!”
He smells their meals with his nose; he’s swift and nimble on his toes; hungry he is, but yet he knows; that he must take his time.
Away in slumber, sleeps the scribe; must needed rest he doth imbibe; his snoring rings a silent vibe; he has no clue who’s coming.
Monsiuer Renard taps at the door; crawls through the window onto the floor; slinks past the scribe and nothing more; and so sharp is his cunning.
Around the corner trotted that fox; he opened up the scribe’s lunch-box; sandwich, chicken, mil
Third script for Rainbow Rose!Title of video: "The foiled plan"
Announcer: "Alert... the intelligence has captured the command point!"
Heavy: "... DAAH!"
Engineer: "Well, goodnight Irene!"
(An enemy scout appears)
Scout: "Heheh... ha ha ha! Yeh! AUGH!"
(The Engineer looks at the BLU scout and shoots his shotgun at him, blowing the Scout's head off)
Heavy: "Not your job. That's usually /my/ job, but... eheheh. Good work!"
Engineer: "Much obligued, partner!"
[screen cuts to spawn room]
Scout: "... Awh! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
Soldier: (spawns) "Give 'em hell, boys!" (The soldier yells and runs out of the spawn room)
(The Scout looks at a newly spawned spy, who is apparently dressed with christmas lights around his neck)
Scout: "Hey, Lard fat!"
Spy: "... What!? I am no fat man. I am the spy."
Scout: "... sawry!"
(the BLU scout and BLU spy walk calmly out of the spawn room suddenly to see an Engineer)
Engineer: "WEEEEEEWWW-HOOOO!" (he flies into the spawn room and gets "inside" the covert, laughing a
stupid love poems for stupid boys.he was the
smoke in my
saved for when
i'm so lonely
that i cannot
but the problem
with giving your
heart to a boy
with a pack of
for ribs is that
he will want your
well– and after
all that blood and
blue lip kisses,
he will leave you
with a coughing
lighter and a
burnt tongue (but
it's really a great
The woman from ParisI took much pleasure in losing my way in Paris' morbid and dangerous streets,
Where sole the high arrogant walls whispered me words I was able to understand,
These stretches of granite trapped me like the grave I've always dreamt of.
The Ladies' ice-cold and distant beauty inebriated me with all the bitterness of temptation;
Under a dirty, driving rain, I gazed at them and suffered
While the parisian mist permeated on my heart its burning frostbites,
And hearses of madness couldn't stop from parading through my mind.
"Veux-tu voir la face cachée de Paris ?" - A slender voice dragged me out of darkness
The Seine flowed, flowed, flowed...And stopped.
Her voice, like a carillon, announced Summer's return,
The breeze blew the rain, the sun revived these leaves dead for centuries,
As if she saved me from a waking nightmare.
"Je t'en prie, ne me regarde pas comme ça..." - An embarrassed smiled was being painted on her magenta cheeks
That was her, th
Soles (Forest Girl)Soles (Forest Girl)
i didn’t believe in carving initials into trees.
i always told you that was corny to me.
i told you i was a city boy,
comfortable in car drafts
and gleaming lights
that dilute natural shine.
to the sight of airplanes,
police cars and helicopters
than anything else.
but you dreamed of wings
so much bigger than aspect ratio,
so much wider.
you were higher.
so that day you took me there,
i knew i was out of my element.
your forest stories teased me;
sitting on the edge of your shoe soles.
and that riverbank that you tiptoed on.
little smirk always flashing your white pearls
when you were whisking through this place.
holding my hand in a tight grip
as you gave me a tour of your hidden burrow.
i had never been so in--
and out of place before.
the atmosphere was brisk
glancing the hairs on my neck,
goosebumps rising on my skin
as i swore feathers fell from your shoulders.
purple streaks nuzzle orange bands
that hold together golden twines
homesick for childhoodshe was a carefree little girl
with smiles hidden deep down
in her pockets, and she'd only
give them out to the most deserving.
when the quarter hour of her life
struck, however, things changed.
her world was painted black
on accident, millions of shades
turned ashy due to a sickness
that breeds on those empty
spaces between words.
she was dropped into summer
covered in homemade scars,
and with summer, her innocence
was eaten away.
pinned to a bed
like prey, she watched herself
consumed into another
(this world is the 7 a.m. frost
left on winter windows.
and it scares me)
The Cracks Of RealityI traced the tips of my fingers over her porcelain
Felt the skin raise in bumps of sensation.
My mouth fit so well into the crook of her neck
And as her her eyes closed, her breathing shaky,
I found myself swallowing and my heart beating twice as fast.
As her hips rolled into me, as her nails clenched into the sheets,
She told me once more that she loved me, and I assured her I felt the same.
But then reality came, settling into the cracks of my fantasies.
And she slipped from my fingers.
And I was alone.
the days spent on the front stepsevery time you rip the lid off
the shell of styrofoam
questions your motives.
every secret you whisper into her naphthalene
stays there. it dies a little
as protein is scrambled. home is not a place.
her curve is ejected
as unidentified. it is bile
rolling back, the sheet of ebbing tide.
you always speak of horses
armoured, whisky clattering on their breath,
kingdoms burning and knights
riding off into the valley of deep sleep
you always speak of ships
leaving, pearly cord
as a farewell extending from coast
to hull forming an image of crying Mary
it shines in front of you
it calls out your name
Parchment ThinYou left pencil lead bruises
smudged on my thin ivory skin,
your harsh fingers tracing the lace
of the baby doll lingerie
you pasted to my curves.
The angel wings
tied with tape around my shoulders
(the missing piece of innocence
you thought you could borrow)
weighed me down;
with flat eyes
and marker-blotted lips,
I watched you admire your handiwork.
A nimble flourish of knuckles later,
you slipped me between the plastic
of your photo album
and left my name dripping ink
in the corner--
just another parchment doll
too fragile for holding.
darknessHave you ever woke up and you feel like their is darkness all around you?
You are battling your own mind
You have the worst thoughts go on in your head
Don't want to be around anyone
You feel like you are doomed
You think no one understands
Waking up in the darkness is not a good feeling
Try to think of a good place in your life and let the darkness fade
The Story Of The Night
When dusk goes and gives its place to darkness
Comes to life the One they think is Soulless
No matter how much the passion it’s useless
Forgotten, tossed and hopeless
Whose caress Brings to life the dark creatures of the forest
longs for the embrace of the day, within his heart a thousand dark roses
A thousand punctures in his heart are what you call stars
the remains of his long sustained scars
Sometimes his pain lies heavy on the clouds eyes
And the water of sorrow falls from the skies
Yes,It’s what you call a Nightly Rain
But in fact it’s tears of Night going Insane
The day that light was going to be given to day or night
Night gave all his shine to day so she would be even more beautiful at everyone's sight
but it became his curse and was departed because of his lack of light
Always reaching for the hand of the day in reality and in his mind
Always having this question deep inside
Will he be able to turn the destiny's tide?
A Bear's Secret WeaknessBEHR!
Huge, lumbering, brown and black.
Crunch, pound, snap!
Big brown eyes.
Big nose. snort, snort.
Lick the air.
What was that?
Look around! Perceive. Detect.
Left... Right... moss and rock...
Squeak! Scrape, scrape.
What is that!?
Look up! clouds and trees.
What is that!?!
Tiny, fluffy, black rodent.
Tiny teeth, beady eyes.
It turns around, flash of white.
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