For My Cat Jeoffrey*

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffrey
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant
quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his
prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees . . .

For having consider'd God and himself he will consider his neighbor.
For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying . . .

For the English cats are the best in Europe.
For he is the cleanest in the use of his fore-paws of any quadrupede.
For the dexterity of his defense is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For he is tenacious of his point.
For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For he knows that God is his Saviour.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For he is the Lord's poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually -- Poor Jeoffrey! poor Jeoffrey! the rat has bit thy throat.
For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffrey is better.
For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in compleat cat.

our generation should be known as the Meowlennials
because our biggest accomplishment was getting cat pictures all over the internet.

Fear of cats is chasing me,
I keep on running,
It keep on following,
I wanna go somewhere I cannot be seen.

Then I came out to a realization,
Fear is just challenging me,
Seeing til where I can be,
And what can I do

Today I am feeling macabre,
I'm the grotesque version of Ryll,
Holding a kitten for a while,
I am happy to say, "I conquered my fear".

tumbleweed

I am not sure how to save you this time, scared chickadee,
running away from home at the first sign of an angry mother or the
inherent need for some fresh air.
now, the path back escapes you and all the lamplights are beginning to turn on.

is this the freedom they speak of?
you hope not, but it seems like it is.

I looked for you in all the alleyways and down every dumpster,
we just found the skin you shed throughout instead.
if you were my lizard, I would leash you,
but alas, you belong to the sewers now, the earth floor and that big lake.

and I could never put you back together, Humpty Dumpty,
though I will never stop trying,
collecting every piece hoping to recreate anything that would remotely resemble you.

I am leviathan swimming through
the ashes of your remains
dying on the ground
you will soon be saved

masses falling to the graves
fearing fire and brimstone
your soul enslaved
ready for your grave

resting there under the sun
finding comfort in the birds song
escaping the malicious tongues
All will be rebuild before to long

life is just a lief falling
beautiful yet slowly dying
fleeing there torches and guns
maybe it is just time calling
balancing your life on the run
balancing life on the run

walk the beaten path
carry the weight of the wizards staff
through the mountain and  seas
see his trinkets glistening

the agony of your hypocrisy
vanish into thin air not to be seen
don't give validity to your insecurities
make life the way you want it to be

the sunflower set in the west
white rabbit rest on your breast
words don't always make sence
everyone has there own quest

sing your zombie song
dead astronaut and lizard skin
the devil's in dark cats and woman
marvel at the colors of your death

take the veil from off your eyes
and watch the sunrise
The beauty you seek is inside
my heart goes out to the night

resting here under the sun
finding comfort in the birds song
escaping the malicious tongues
life is just a lief falling
beautiful yet its slowly dying
fleeing there torches and guns
maybe it is just time calling
balancing your life on the run

racing to the red light
you fear personal hell
violate every law of the universe
and yet you feel so frail
put your  coin in the wishing well

Satan's diaphragm, pentagram in hand
Die is the O, death is the answer
voice carrying,  through the  under lands
tempting you like an exotic dancer

resting there under the sun
finding comfort in the birds song
escaping the malicious tongues
life is just a lief falling

beautiful yet its slowly dying
fleeing there torches and guns
maybe it is just time calling
balancing your life on the run