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Darth Cay-der was a cat who understood Star Wars better than most.
She held R2D2 contests, and she was the most gracious 1970’s host.
She wore the best costumes, designed by fabulous Bob Mackie.
He was her next-door-neighbor. I am not lying, by crackie!
Darth Cay-der liked to breathe really heavy in her Darth Cay-der mask.
She was ominous and fierce some. Underneath she had her own flask.
I am pretty sure the silver container was filled with Darth Cay-der nip.
She was her own best friend. She did not care who saw her take a sip.
She shows up sometimes on my doorstep to play dress up with me.
I am always intimidated by her; she is a cat who is wild and free.
Her outer space cat-titude and I’mam the boss, sugar mama ways,
Has frightened me many a time on a number of horrifying days.
My mother has reported there is someone at the door right now.
I do not want to go look, for I think I just heard Darth Cayder’s yow!
Tell whoever it is I cannot go out today, I told my much amused mother.
Someone ran out dressed like Luke Skywalker. My fearless brother.
After Walter von der Vogelweide's poem to be translated as I sat upon a stone
My mind from worldly cares once lost
elbow on knee, hand to cheek, legs crossed,
i sat upon a seat of stone
thankful with thoughts to be alone.
and contemplate, now free from strife,
whate’er gives meaning to this life.
I saw, uplifted by strange wings
that life combines naught but three things
one so-called honour, one worldly wealth,
one given by God, soul-blessing health.
Honour and wealth in conflict toss
unless God's blessing heal their loss.
Thus violence roams from town to town
And men shed blood to own the crown.
As life's three parts ne'er share one space
Unfamed or poor Iet’s choose God's grace.
There was writing in the tiny town, where two legged rats I'd reckon were going round..Selling out a true blue man, alone
And outnumbered, same..Same old plan.'
Maybe an ex-copper lived nearby.' Anyways
A rat , As known to you and I.' Or maybe a
Few.? Quite sad stuff.' Yet now the hue and cry.' And all because he wanted his rights? he had, confronted with reason, and the judge, well he was in a plight ' judge peter
dunn, a real strange one.' And his awfully
Un-lawful actions, and his courthouse based henchmen.' Dezie claimed arrest of the 'judge?' And his crew, who were breaking many laws, must be what they often do.? Officials anger and axiety now
Knew no bounds, before Dezi got his court
Date, to Porepunkah the henchmen, chased him down, ten armed coppers, he
Took out three..One just wounded
Yet Dezi killed the other two..So what with
The rats, and dummys of the people.' Cov-idiots, thats keeping it simple ' I ask for peace, i hear a trickle.? And the killing of Dezi.' No wonder i'm busy.' Searching and
Finding, and making aware.' True
people we need you, come step up
And out of despair.!
[German Version]
Wenn Gott seine Hand über das Land schwingt,
wirft er Blautöne,
gab er uns allen ein Skript zum Lesen,
bei Kerzenlicht und silbernem Mond,
wenn Engel weinen und Sterne fallen,
wird der Dichter im Himmel über uns alle aufsteigen,
wenn der Himmel grau wird,
und all unsere Gefühle sich mit den Jahreszeiten ändern,
ergreife einen Topf voll Gold,
wenn Gottes Regenbögen seine Gründe offenbaren,
[English Version]
As God waves his hand across the land
He casts shades of blue
He gave us all a script to read
By candlelight and a silver moon
When angels weep and stars fall
The Poet in the sky will rise above us all
When the sky turns gray
And all our feelings change with the seasons
Seize hold of a pot of gold
As God rainbows out His reasons
not yet seen by others not yet devoured
all thy flesh not yet vain enough to lie
myself to sleep not quite through suffering
for i shall wait for the endless sleep
to quinch my thirst for death for my life
as an empty soul no river runs through
where the devils has left behind wrappings
torn from my body my gift of love for
another ripped away at the roots
to be placed in a jar to be preserved
for the rest of thy living life
no more weeping for a senseless pleasure
of breath for with every breath there's pain
so let me not ask you lord for light
for i only beg of you for death
the senseless death of a poet
Der Spiegel
In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins
I bought an apricot and saw a young
Fidel Castro on a bike
The woman who sold the fruit wore
a red shawl over her shiny black hair
knotted under her chin, a yellow silk
silk dress
do you see this man on a bike, I told
to the woman who sold fruit by the road
he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a very
famous man except in the USA.
Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market
in the world
Europe is puny, colorless and far away
why was Fidel doing in Kashgar
so far from Cuba.
I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer
to supply him with Havana Cigars
Langley is too close to Cuba
A longer Silk Road is being built
with pipelines and trains to Hamburg
famous market of whores selling flesh
from dimmed rosy lit rooms.
If you want to buy a peach, you have to go
to Kandahar, or make a movie.
The man on the bike was a secular pope
his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.
Der Spiegel In Kashgar
Where the Silk Road begins, I bought an apricot
saw a young Fidel Castro on a bike
The woman who sold the fruit wore a red shawl
over her shiny black hair knotted under her chin
and yellow silk dress
Do you see this man on a bike?
I asked the woman who sold fruit by the road
he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a famous man
except in the USA.
Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market in the world
Europe is puny, colorless, and far away
why was Fidel doing in Kashgar, so far from Cuba?
I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer
to supply him with cigars, the USA is too close
to Cuba
A longer Silk Road is being built with pipelines
and trains to Hamburg's famous market of whores
selling flesh from dimmed-lit rooms
If you want to buy a peach, you have to go to Kandahar
or make a movie.
The man on the bike was a secular pope
his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.
Guess who is afraid of Darth Cay-der, the cat of all cats?
I am not kidding. Darth Cay-der frightens me, grandma.
She rolled her eyes, and then the dice. We are playing Monopoly.
Tonight in heaven.
Her photo fills me with glee but these heavenly visits are much better.
The angel began to tell me I had to leave.
I am arguing with her. Just a few more minutes, I plead.
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is on this morning, the angel says.
If you get up now, you can watch it before work.
She convinces me, so my eyes flutter open
Much to the relief of my dog who has a full bladder.
I open the door, so he can relieve himself.
But a blast of cold wind hits him in the face.
He backs up.
Maybe Darth Cay-der is out there too.
Der Spiegel
In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins
I bought an apricot and saw a young
Fidel Castro on a bike
The woman who sold the fruit wore
a red shawl over her shiny black hair
knotted under her chin, a yellow silk
silk dress
do you see this man on a bike, I told
to the woman who sold fruit by the road
he is Fidel Castro of Cuba and is a very
famous man except in the USA.
Kashgar is the biggest outdoor market
in the world
Europe is puny, colorless and far away
why was Fidel doing in Kashgar
so far from Cuba.
I tell you, he is looking for a tobacco dealer
to supply him with Havana Cigars
Langley is too close to Cuba
A longer Silk Road is being built
with pipelines and trains to Hamburg
famous market of whores selling flesh
from dimmed rosy lit rooms.
If you want to buy a peach, you have to go
to Kandahar, or make a movie.
The man on the bike was a secular pope
his enemy tried to murder him for sixty years.
there are small pieces in time
that brings us closer to who
we truly are separating us from
who we've been why we simply
cannot have both the time we spend
with loved ones co workers thee
everyday people wandering about
the super markets libraries schools
and shopping mall time stands still
outside the doors outside of ourselves
waiting on us to presume the time
we have left the time we've stored
within this lifetime quieting emotions
of time lost with family and friends whom
has passed on to complete another energy
source of time pieces that we the living
hope to someday experience at a
latter time day by day we consume
more time processing large amounts
then dividing time with short comings
illnesses or mere failure to use time wisely
in order to hold on to more time the pendulum
swings with amazement the coo coo sounds
the cock crows the bell chime as we lose time
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