{"sf1_id":110381,"sf2_id":"znJd55Be","title":"Short Poetry Collection","author":"TheFurryAngel","words":939,"posted_at":"2009-11-30T01:39:00.000Z","tags":["No-Yiff","Tiger"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/110381-short-poetry-collection","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJd55Be","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2d/1c/2d1c0bba-b8d2-49fc-ab22-32bc38c1ec5e","description":"","content":"I was a poet long before I ever wrote short stories much less furry smut. Digging through my laptop I found some old poems I wrote during my senior year of high school. One of them compares me to transforming into a tiger. That's kinda yiffy I guess. These aren't \"yay sunshine\" poems either, I have never been a huge fan of humans and in one poem it shows. If you don't understand any of these that's fine, but if you get the T.S. Eliot reference in one of these I will be very happy.  \n  \n  \nAubade of the Angel  \n  \nBeneath me sleeping in beds of wood  \nReleased from pain He understood  \nMy task is clear still after time  \nIn night or day I must always shine  \n  \nVisitors those that are not yet slain  \nLeave gifts in hope of some peaceful gain  \nMy concrete stance here is familiar  \nTo them I give strength an unearthly pillar  \n  \nMy grave demeanor frightens them not  \nA soldier I am and that's what they got  \nThe dawn folds like smoke over my wings  \nShields from tears and bitters stings.  \n  \n  \n  \nMetamorphosis  \n  \nRejecting this puppet I slither out  \nAnd prefer, instead, more appropriate skin  \nMy puppet-self has no power to shout  \nBut my other face I feel stronger in.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Enormous paws with my claws released  \nFearsome eyes burn gold in my face  \nA visage of beauty and still the beast  \nAcross my back, bands blacker than space.  \n  \nA leap and I'm gone from this concrete hell  \nThe leaves and grass here my pain soothe  \nSunbeams to chase and sweet flowers to smell  \nInvisible to the demons this is my truth.  \n  \nThere are no mirrors here to scream their lies at me  \nA restless zephyr tumbles past ruffling my fur  \nAdam you fool, it's Eden as far as I can see  \nNo threats or agony, I'm safe, of that I'm sure.  \n  \nThe demons' jealousy truly has no limits  \nRising against me the globe's aberrant stain  \nBut I have won, for long I won't have to submit  \nThen at dusk's beckoning, smiling, I slither out again.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nTechnologic  \n  \nLight and shadows but mostly light  \nCrawl like blood through zinc plated hearts  \nAnd bring forth life  \nOr at most a fraud.  \n  \nSlave to slaves immortal bound  \nTo the transient  \nAnd the irony bites  \nAt those who have retained their sight.  \n  \nEvolution hovers just beyond vision  \nAnd questions about  \nthe nature of  \nYou and the nature of me  \nThe newest model steps out of the forge.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Humans born from steel and light  \nLight that is a  \nshadow of the truth  \nBut still we ask what should not be possible  \nCan androids dream of electric sheep?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nThe Pied Piper  \n  \nA cold steel flute cuts through the gloom  \nReaching with lyrical hands like iron bands  \nAn unending sense of loss rolls quietly into the room  \nWith hushed steps he slips in the avatar of doom,  \n  \nAll must follow the shadow clasped trail  \nHis slow haunting song pulls away the pale throng  \nTheir attempts to inhibit him, resist, all fail  \nIn his wake survivors collect recover and wail,  \n  \nTo be such a scourge but a blessing is a feat  \nHe's followed by kings and rats children and their cats  \nThe landscape is purged of their blood and their heat  \nAll thoughts have melted to music, the black angel's treat.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nBoomerang  \n  \nRoaring eagles with iron wings,  \nShred the sky and leave wounded clouds,  \nBelow they watch cold dirty glass,  \nMetal plastic ivory flesh shines in their faces,  \nNo gold trim but grimy rags border them,  \nWith Cain's blessing cry liberty and let loose the birds of war,  \nThe second sin sits among the rubble,  \nThis is the way the world ends.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The numbers spin and the only thing that rises,  \nIs the blood pressure of the vigilant,  \nPoints and millions disappear dark thoughts replace them,  \nNo one will say it but all think it,  \nRecession will not be denied a place,  \nEmerald cows are shoveled into the beast's maw,  \nThe gold columns crack and we have no support,  \nThis is the way the world ends.  \n  \nFaceless drones in white coats,  \nBoil bubble brew in the name of science march on,  \nAll problems can be fixed now,  \nAsk and all the pills you can pop are here,  \nFear hate recklessness excuses flow like water,  \nSuch a small it a living choice,  \nThe mandatory has become an option,  \nThis is the way the world ends.  \n  \nWatch them run like rats in a maze,  \nHeirs of Eliot I can see right through,  \nTheir blood crawls through dusty shells,  \nTheir gold and silk can't hide the vacuum,  \nThis is the way their world ends  \nThis is the way your world ends  \nThis is the way my world ends  \nNot with a sigh but a scream.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nThe Astronaut  \n  \nInvisible frigid limbs twist and grasp  \nHe rides the nonexistent wind  \nHere physics tries to enforce its power  \nHere all reality dissolves  \nEnter: Darkness, drop curtains, fade to black  \nAnd ivory bird trembles in the night's palace.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Soft eyes stare from all angles  \nFloating matches ever winking  \nCandle faces ever blinking  \nLuminescent prophets ever thinking  \nShards of fire tightly sown in  \nThey lurk in a heavy choking cloak.  \n  \nHere is truth but not peace  \nSo small you squirm  \nAnd for all the anguish  \nThe universe marches forever onward  \nFull of splendor this is paradise  \nFull of nothing this is purgatory.  \n  \nA mortal who wanders in the realm of gods  \nHere is immortality here is the unchanging  \nHere all is cold black and still  \nA relaxed sigh goes unheard  \nVision darkens while enlightenment smothers  \nThe jaws of eternity swallow.  \n  \n  \n\n"}