Chewie hasn’t touched his food
I hope he’ll be o.k..
It hasn’t been the same for him
Since Leia passed away.

He’s a melancholy Wookie
as anyone can see.
He mopes around the ship all day
And he’s molting terribly

Twas bad enough when Obi-wan
was struck down by Darth Vader.
But it’s no surprise when an old man dies
That’s expected, now or later.

Our Princess was a force you see
Bringing gales of laughter
which is why we want her here
and not in the hereafter.

He’s a melancholy Wookie
as anyone can see.
He mopes around the ship all day
And he’s molting terribly.


I hope one day we’ll meet again
In Mos Eisley’s Cantina
That gold bikini may not fit
But we’d still be glad to see her.

Hate. All I see is hate.
Pure, unadulterated hate.
It's everywhere now.
In the ceiling, under the rickety floorboards,
Sleeping through the cracks of a once impenetrable foundation.
There are three sides to every story, but no one wants to see the third side, the truth.  I'm right, no I'm right, well you're a demon. You're not smart enough, not pretty ebough, too pretty, the wrong ethnicity, to give a valid argument. You're not valid. Only I, the holiest of beings, can tell you how to think, what to say, and what to never say. I-
SHUT UP!!!
...
God, silence is golden.

Then there's the rest of us. The children, huddled in a dark corner where their angry parents hurl glass plates and scream. We want everything to be well. Perhaps "well again" isn't the right phrase. Home was never perfect, and it never will be. But if we could be a happy family, even through the dark times, if we could hear what one another is saying, no. If we could LISTEN to what one another is saying, that would be enough.

There are those who are done fighting, the old man in his wicker chair, waiting his whole life to be noticed. When he finally gets his medal, his children throw it into the garbage disposal. What is there left to say when no one will listen?

There are those of us on the front lines, the virtual vigilantes.
So passionate, so intense, so disconnected.

There are the Orwellian sheep. Saying what they've been told by whomever chooses to educate them. Their minds so innocent, angry, closing every day. They see not the masses of wolves spinning lies with the help of their wool.  

The house is crumbling. Those who scream too loud are breaking the glass windows. The soft spoken are struggling to clean the splintery, split floorboards. Of course, they are all too busy to notice the house is leaning far off to one side. It starts to teeter on the side of a cliff. Creak. Creak. Creak.

I.V. Test tubes.
I'm going under.
No clue
How much longer I'll be here

Strong arms. Soft eyes.
This is love,
No lie.
Wish I could cure your crippling fear

Eyes roll. Can't stop.
Time is passing.
Tick-tock.
I'm passing out again, my dear

She's gone. God, please.
Don't take my angel
away from me.
She's the light that keeps me free

Your kiss. Your warmth.
You're the last thing
I could touch.
Your lips release me into Light

I'm above. You're beneath.
Please don't worry.
My fate was sealed.
The gates of Heaven lie in sight

She's gone. I'm gone.
I am nothing
if not her man.
I must join her in that place where all is right.

It would have been better if you had left me for dead in the woods,
no sun, no air, no water, no chance of survival,
and yet you choose to let me live like this,
in a state of madness that I can't control.
I should have seen it coming from the start
Our paths were destined to part,
yet I was a fool and believed the smile
you used to enchant me with.
I should've known it was all a cruel lie
it was in front of me the whole time,
all those memories that I cherished.
What goes up must come down.
Well, that explains a lot, considering that
many a few times I thought we were both on cloud nine.
We fell like a damaged airplane,
crashing and burning.
You told me you knew you would make a mistake.
I'd be surprised if you haven't already made it.
I went through hell and high water for you,
yet you would now be inconvenienced to give me
the time of day.
All our friends were convinced we would live in bliss;
be ninety years old sipping lemonade and watching our grandchildren
running on our lawn.
I thought they were right.
And yet, I see your face wherever I go.
Every distraction somehow fails.
Strangely though, the thing I am most angry about...
is the fact that you never came after me.
I miss the beating of your heart next to mine.
I miss dancing with you in the moonlight.
I miss you.

You know what is super?
The hug of a lifelong friend
who you know you can count on 'till the end
The setting sun and the rising stars
on a mountaintop away from racing cars
The look you get from a trusted lover
when he lets you be you without societal covers
Stepping into a cathedral when no one is there,
with God's presence alone you become so aware
of life's precious gifts that we tend to forget
when we hurt others mindlessly and later regret
Why can't we step back and no longer delay
to embrace living light and seize the day?

I remember once upon a time
It was all fun and games till you arrived
the sun shone and the birds sang
the clouds smiled and I loved to play
There was heaviness in the air
that I never could explain
pushed it down as best I could
but now I’m feeling the pain
I’m free at last from your hold
I will never fit your mould
I’m free as a bird and I’ll never come back
No more mind games with me picking up your slack
You said you were sorry but how true is that
after years and years you can’t bring me back
it takes a thousand I love you’s to mend a broken heart
it’s way too late now for you to make a fresh new start
No more lies is what I strive to hear
No more lies and shouts and broken spirits and living in constant fear
I’m ready to let you go and run away into the night
I’m a grown girl now and I am ready to fight