My name is Sean Foxx, born in the Midwest of America to a low middle class family of the inner city, I grew up seeing the struggles, pain, and suffering of poverty, as well as the love, joy and simplicity of friends and family sharing those obstacles. Both parents are established artists in their communities, one for commercial enterprise, the other for freelance work and self. Along with a passion for various arts and culture, a love of books and reading was instilled in me at a young age and became a source of solace. I began writing and reading poetry around twelve and it allows me to express and share emotions in words what a painter tries with canvas and oils, letting the observer form their own impression and feelings about the subject. I firmly believe that poetry helps to cross the borders of ignorance we have of each other and makes us closer, celebrating our unique traits but illustrating our similarities. My choices in life have since taken me around the world, to war zones and paradise, and I find that human emotion is universal in its truths beyond race, religion or nationality. I hope to illustrate those observations in my poems and show you, the reader, life through my eyes.
Go to war young soldier,
Your glory will be praised.
Go to war young soldier,
Your home will stay the same.
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Where do we go from here my fallen angel?
Now that heaven is a dirty grey.
Who do we turn to, my fallen angel?
The trust once had, betrayed.
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Sweet sweat stinging in my eyes
Pleasurable pain pulsating through muscles
Rapture roars ravenously muffled against membranes
Aromatic acrid air choke the lungs
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I stood upon the valley hill,
And looked into the shadow deep,
I heard the cry of a dying man,
And it is to my heart that he speaks.
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