# Short Poetry Collection

Author: TheFurryAngel
Tags: No-Yiff, Tiger

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.  
  
  
Aubade of the Angel  
  
Beneath me sleeping in beds of wood  
Released from pain He understood  
My task is clear still after time  
In night or day I must always shine  
  
Visitors those that are not yet slain  
Leave gifts in hope of some peaceful gain  
My concrete stance here is familiar  
To them I give strength an unearthly pillar  
  
My grave demeanor frightens them not  
A soldier I am and that's what they got  
The dawn folds like smoke over my wings  
Shields from tears and bitters stings.  
  
  
  
Metamorphosis  
  
Rejecting this puppet I slither out  
And prefer, instead, more appropriate skin  
My puppet-self has no power to shout  
But my other face I feel stronger in.  
  

  Enormous paws with my claws released  
Fearsome eyes burn gold in my face  
A visage of beauty and still the beast  
Across my back, bands blacker than space.  
  
A leap and I'm gone from this concrete hell  
The leaves and grass here my pain soothe  
Sunbeams to chase and sweet flowers to smell  
Invisible to the demons this is my truth.  
  
There are no mirrors here to scream their lies at me  
A restless zephyr tumbles past ruffling my fur  
Adam you fool, it's Eden as far as I can see  
No threats or agony, I'm safe, of that I'm sure.  
  
The demons' jealousy truly has no limits  
Rising against me the globe's aberrant stain  
But I have won, for long I won't have to submit  
Then at dusk's beckoning, smiling, I slither out again.  
  
  
  
  
Technologic  
  
Light and shadows but mostly light  
Crawl like blood through zinc plated hearts  
And bring forth life  
Or at most a fraud.  
  
Slave to slaves immortal bound  
To the transient  
And the irony bites  
At those who have retained their sight.  
  
Evolution hovers just beyond vision  
And questions about  
the nature of  
You and the nature of me  
The newest model steps out of the forge.  
  

  Humans born from steel and light  
Light that is a  
shadow of the truth  
But still we ask what should not be possible  
Can androids dream of electric sheep?  
  
  
  
  
  
  
The Pied Piper  
  
A cold steel flute cuts through the gloom  
Reaching with lyrical hands like iron bands  
An unending sense of loss rolls quietly into the room  
With hushed steps he slips in the avatar of doom,  
  
All must follow the shadow clasped trail  
His slow haunting song pulls away the pale throng  
Their attempts to inhibit him, resist, all fail  
In his wake survivors collect recover and wail,  
  
To be such a scourge but a blessing is a feat  
He's followed by kings and rats children and their cats  
The landscape is purged of their blood and their heat  
All thoughts have melted to music, the black angel's treat.  
  
  
  
  
Boomerang  
  
Roaring eagles with iron wings,  
Shred the sky and leave wounded clouds,  
Below they watch cold dirty glass,  
Metal plastic ivory flesh shines in their faces,  
No gold trim but grimy rags border them,  
With Cain's blessing cry liberty and let loose the birds of war,  
The second sin sits among the rubble,  
This is the way the world ends.  
  

  The numbers spin and the only thing that rises,  
Is the blood pressure of the vigilant,  
Points and millions disappear dark thoughts replace them,  
No one will say it but all think it,  
Recession will not be denied a place,  
Emerald cows are shoveled into the beast's maw,  
The gold columns crack and we have no support,  
This is the way the world ends.  
  
Faceless drones in white coats,  
Boil bubble brew in the name of science march on,  
All problems can be fixed now,  
Ask and all the pills you can pop are here,  
Fear hate recklessness excuses flow like water,  
Such a small it a living choice,  
The mandatory has become an option,  
This is the way the world ends.  
  
Watch them run like rats in a maze,  
Heirs of Eliot I can see right through,  
Their blood crawls through dusty shells,  
Their gold and silk can't hide the vacuum,  
This is the way their world ends  
This is the way your world ends  
This is the way my world ends  
Not with a sigh but a scream.  
  
  
  
  
  
The Astronaut  
  
Invisible frigid limbs twist and grasp  
He rides the nonexistent wind  
Here physics tries to enforce its power  
Here all reality dissolves  
Enter: Darkness, drop curtains, fade to black  
And ivory bird trembles in the night's palace.  
  

  Soft eyes stare from all angles  
Floating matches ever winking  
Candle faces ever blinking  
Luminescent prophets ever thinking  
Shards of fire tightly sown in  
They lurk in a heavy choking cloak.  
  
Here is truth but not peace  
So small you squirm  
And for all the anguish  
The universe marches forever onward  
Full of splendor this is paradise  
Full of nothing this is purgatory.  
  
A mortal who wanders in the realm of gods  
Here is immortality here is the unchanging  
Here all is cold black and still  
A relaxed sigh goes unheard  
Vision darkens while enlightenment smothers  
The jaws of eternity swallow.

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