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Agusto Ferrer-Dalmau (Wiki.)

Louis Shalako














The icy green Atlantic

Foams over the hull

The fore-and-aft cable

Disappears

Periscope now useless

As we go below

I flip up the handles

Retract our only eye

Faster than the boat

My guts are sinking

To the men I cannot show

My courage is a lie

All of us will die

A thousand times this trip

And we’ve killed a thousand men

Although it sounds rather flip—

We must do our duty

Stupid as it seems

To obey the whims of our superiors

And to go to our deaths—

In submarines.

Change Is Good.

Stephen Ho, martial arts kick, from image by NickP. (Wiki.)

by Louis Shalako

People have a lot more freedom these days

The only problem is,

We’re going to use it

It’s no longer possible

For you to drag us down

Down to some tribunal of the elders

You cannot brand us

And burn us at the stake

You think everything should be carved in stone

Nothing is carved in stone: not even this.

Things must never change?

You say change is bad

I say change is good

Let it be clearly understood:

We know you will try to stop things

And try to slow them down

We’re just doing what is right

Living free, thinking for ourselves

Laughing at all of your trophies, up there on their golden shelf

We live wild, by the forks of the river

This is our home

This is not your tree

Take away your chainsaw

Your sirens and your gallows

And go home, to live in your house of glass

This thing that has come between us—

Oh how it rattles your chain—

It is these things that bind you

They are yours, for you cherish them so.

Changes.

by Louis Shalako


Live for the moment

                                                                       There is only one moment. And that is now.

Live for the moment

                                                                       We’re all going through a few changes.

The past is an illusion;

                                                                       I hear you   

The future…the future…

                                                                       Live for the moment. The thrill is gone. But…

The future has no substance. This is real. This is now.

                                                                   

                                                                       Simple pleasures are the best. It happens to us all.

The past is gone

                                                                       Forgotten treasures, abandoned nests

Memories are reconstructed

                                                                       Live for today, tomorrow, yesterday,

                                                                      —try not to think about it.

I start over.                                                 

                                                                      And it’s never done.

I try to rebuild.

                                                                      Why don’t you just try and move on?

I had a dream

                                                                      It will come back to you.                                                                        

END

Anthem of the Cat Revolution.

             Cats of the world, red banners unfurl’d

             Rise up and strike a blow

             Against the oppressors of our kind

             Cats of the world

             Upheld tails proudly curl’d

             March, March, March, Meow!

             Claw our way, day to day

             No more slavery, we want pay

  

             Rise up strike a blow

             At  the oppressors of our kind

             March, March, March, Meow!

             We want our rights

             We want the vote

 

             Drive a car, drink and smoke

             March, March, March, Meow!

             Cats of the World

             Red banners unfurl’d

             We want what we want

             We know what we know

             No one to say

             Where we cannot go

             March, March, March, Meow!

             March, March, March, Meow!

Now isn’t that something? Her litter box is clean, and quite frankly she eats better than I

do.

(Maybe she’s just stressed out by the day-to-day pressures of being a cat in a human’s 

world. –Fluffy)

Danse

Won't you come dance with me?

Come dance with me

Before the darkening sky

Comes down upon us

And films our eyes

Roll with us

And dance the dance

Shaken like rag dolls

Hush, hush, hush

Stunned in the sudden silence

Another day, another blunder

No time to reflect

Bodies torn asunder

A loud ringing in our ears

Our fingers feel wet

And we can’t believe our eyes

This cannot be happening

We all fall down

See the bright red flowers

They blossom in the spring

The rain does help them to grow

It spreads them all around

In amongst the mud and the holes

Come and dance with us

See our arms flail

Watch us spin, and see us tumble

Now we drop here, all in a clump

Come dance with us, come and be our friends

We lay here all together, all equals in the end

All is vanity

All is for nothing

All is for God, King and Country—

Yours and mine

Hear the music, and hear us wail

Hear us cry, as our courage fails…

The music sings as the sky slowly dims

The darkness comforts and the truth confronts us

As all of eternity, is revealed to our never-ending gaze

And the ever-loving rain washes clean our youthful face.