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Please Note: My Name FEERA is pronounced "FEE-RAH" as in "Fee" The German word for a fairy and RA as in the Egyptian Sun God a foxes world we bleed in a sea of blood, it
is death that calls word to the wise a
worldwide talking stick is needed on this earth if this is too dark for you, sorry, no worries
brighter stuff to come, more about me, now i have been many
things BMX racer,army cadet, security
i write this because, i have had people not pronounce it correctly, out of basic error, after all it's not an English name.
i am honest good fox who loves to talk to dogs, also i love campfire songs, mead and sewing and
making things using faux fur, and other fabrics.
i've finish my bear fursuit body, just can't make heads, or paws, we all have to learn how to
use our paws, before we can do things also to all my supporters,
who,
like me i bless you and give you big oodles of huggles. i'm a fox
in the darkness, i understand books but people not as much i've
spent most of my life reading and not going out, hence the friends i have are very special to me.
and the new friends i have are since going to the city are
something very special, and not forgetting my online friends i
love you too.
since coming out as a fox, it has been very hard and challenging
as things have changed in 20 years, people are different,
i can't even read their thoughts this is very un-nerveing i
should be able to, what has happened, i do not know this is not
normal.
talking to next doors dog did not help he could not shed any
light on the problem, as i can't hear him now like i used to, i
am puzzled.
i will not speak my view of the world here but my poem only
refelects part of my view of the world. so here it is
the beginning is the screams of the lost, the scars
i sit on a lake of redness, the cries of the damned.
the lost, the lost, the lost
they echo all that is yet to be, yet untold despair in blacked
clouds
sinister tales hidden, the demons are coming, world spin the time
is short. (note this time is gone things are picking up for me)
officer, rocker, hippy, magician to name but a few, i became
manifest the seventeeth of may in the year nineteen hundred and
seventy three
i now reside in wales, i won't say much more as this site may
attract a mixed auduience.