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DennisDMenace: 6 years ago • Report • Link   1 DennisDMenace: Momus - Cat from the future When a girl dies with her need for affection Unmet, she comes back as a cat A wise man once told me that reincarnation Is common in cases like that Like Sei Shonagon I was once a good lady And you were my lover back when Your Samurai relatives ruled Kamakura I wish you'd had time for me then You were too busy hunting or watching the wrestling Learning to fence and to ride You left me with servants who made me look beautiful Just in case you changed your mind So don't be surprised, love, if one rainy evening A meowing awakens you late And a cat that's a ghost that can visit the past Comes pushing it's nose through your gate Don't be afraid of a cat from the future Somebody built a machine Allowing the cat to go centuries back Through an electronic catflap in time Don't be afraid if I seem supernatural One of us died long ago I don't mean to scare you, I needn't stay I just wanted to tell you hello In the future the mice are wiped out by a virus Pollution obscures the full moon Human beings live in cages they've built in the sky The tea rooms and temples are gone Cats are just guinea pigs, people are astronauts Love is as cold as the snow People shoot moon rockets into the past It's the last unspoiled place left to go You're world has perished, but sometimes I miss you And come slinking back to the past In search of affection the future can't give me Because it's too cold and too fast  DennisDMenace: Do not go gentle into that good night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953 DennisDMenace: my home net is down... will you survive without me here? lmao for all those that may care, see ya!  |
