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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Deathstar Prince and The Princess of Death


I’ve lived here for eternity, I’ve seen them come and go.
They all smile throughout the summer days,
But hide once winter brings the snow.
Too cold for some, that human bunch,
But I can’t feel a thing.
I am The Bringer of Agony and Death!
I am the Sorrowful, Deathstar Prince!


Such heartsore mist creeps over me
And washes my happiness away.
The night has once more crept upon us,
To bid goodnight to the day.


It’s lonely here inside my heart, whilst she is lonely too.
My Angel of the Bitter Heart,
I see you watching me, as I watch you;
But I saw this ****** death coming,
Since long before you were ever born.
Drawn together forever,
In love’s twisted mind of thorns.
“I shall make you feel each other’s soul,
And then I shall tear them away.”
I’d like to say it all came as a big surprise,
But I’d be lying once again.


Another century passes by; time to get a bride.
The last one didn’t like me much, so I’m afraid she had to die.
Such bitter sweetness to be tasted in her veins.
The body remained perfect;
It’s a shame the same couldn’t be said of the brain.
Next time will be sweeter though, I shall find a star.
My pale white dark love of temptation;
I can see what you truly are.


The She-Devil stands before me, waiting to be wedded in white.
This ***** of the visual ****** sends shivers down my spine.
She draws me into her engulfing buxom; tender loving care.
I draw her into my cold dark world, full of death and despair.


Eternally devouring each other’s love;
This attraction has gone beyond any reasonable version of lust.
It crashes through the sound barrier, it jumps off the chart.
My lust for this woman is greater than,
The love that I have hidden within my heart.


I kneel before my Princess of Death;
She allows me to gaze upon her as I rise to my feet.
My desire cannot be hidden from her eyes,
As we stand breath to breath.
Our lips touch, we fall in love again, as we join the deceased.


The hunt is on for a fresh victim tonight.
Who will find the tastiest blood?  Will it be me or you?
Let’s take our death, to her or him, my bride.
The moon is drawing low now;
It lights up her skin, as pale as the moon.


Hand in hand, we carry the body;
This beautiful damsel in distress.
Her name unknown, her view not asked for;
All we ask of her is death.
Her blood still pumps fresh inside her neck.
She screams; she tries to reason; in vain she doth protest.


I gaze my deadly stare upon her and offer her some pain.
She gladly offers her wrist to me, so I can have a taste.
But my Princess is the only one who can ever truly love me;
For she is my Forever Bride, she is my Everything.


I pity you food, you lack any imagination.
I’ve spent three thousand years, living in damnation;
But death I was able to grasp.
Whilst you struggle and squirm,
Before you’re bitten and collapse.
Your last gasp of air, is replaced with despair,
As we take all your troubles away.
Your deathly stare at my debauchery enslaved,
Lets you realize, how little I care.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The hp deathstar  had all but sqaushed  are rebellion.
And the pub falcon  was being  looked for parked in front of everycyber  bar across the net  so it really ****** cause capt Gonzo
was really thirsty.

We had  taken refuge on endor for awhile  untill
thoose fury *******  got ******  over a simple misunderstanding
they sure were some horney little teddy bears .

In thinking over  were to hide  there  was mention
of  eurainus to which I replied.
Get your mind outta the gutter  man.
you just said eurainus.

Cp bathsebo  and  R2 Swanson said s0mething to which
I  jokingly replied hush the men are talking once wasnt to smart.
Ever been kick to the grown  by a steel high heel shoe
hopefully the numbness will wear off.

Master golden had  taught me much  
but that was many drinks ago.
How am i supposed to remember that far back
yesterday was a blur.

So **** it lets kick his *** already jack skyhorner said.
Darth Elliot was mighty the battle was hell.
I would have joined in but someone had to  rob the liqour
cabinet   besides  Honzo  Gonzo  a bit of a hangover.

As the stormtroppers  aproached  screamed like a 13 year old girl and ran to fire up the pub falcon.
As the others  said what about jack I said  im sorry but he's gone
it was brutle  i took out as many as could.

But Jack would want us to move on.
Just then  Jack appeared  and said nice scream gonz.
We blasted across  the gallaxy with no direction  cause ya know
how guys are about asking  for directions.

Fully stocked and and reloaded so to speak.
Drath Elliot    was amighty foe.
But no match for  the outcast  girly screaming
Capt Gonzo
And who ses you cant think up ****  when semi sober.
Cheers  amigos  see ya at a pub near you.
-Our leaders turn into colorful parrots

-Rainbows everywhere (double, triple, etc.)
with pots of chocolate gold coins

-Fish learn to fly and talk,
go on to start a prominent political party

-Aliens are real and they are the
original inhabitants of Earth, we are aliens

-Canada is a spaceship,
moon is deathstar

-We are the dream of a sleeping giant
which will soon wake up

-Superpowers for everyone

-Real life is actually an ambitious
indie film w/ lots of improv

-I'm Jesus!

-Nothing happens

-Everything happens

-A mixture of everything & nothing happens
Dave Gledhill Mar 2012
I remember when we were small, and you were just a bat and ball,
on the TV,
just a blip and a blot, bouncing around, while I crawled in my cot,
and we both grew, in volume and vision,
to blast into space on our own secret mission -  
aliens fled when we were in session.
I remember one Christmas when I was just eight, pretending to sleep,
but staying up late,
my fingers crossed tight, trying to resist the pull of the night,
hoping that Santa would see me alright, with your arrival,
in a spectrum of light.
I couldn’t believe that your new form took tapes! That your games had more
than just plumbers and apes! I’d heard you could draw more than 10,000 shapes!
It’s a wonder I slept, while your envoy escaped.
I remember with fondness the pull of arcades, destroying the Deathstar and rescuing maids,
the scramble for change as you begged to be played, we were lost in the moment,
a moment which stayed.
I recall the freedom you offered at will, a doorway to dreams that’s cast ajar still,
and despite being an adult, I still feel that thrill, at the theme tune to Sonic,
all manic and shrill.
I know that I’m older, and soon thirty-five, and that there’s no cheat code for bills,
or for wives,
but I still hope that somehow our friendship survives,
I’ll remember you gave me those infinite lives.
what a waste Feb 2017
Let us dethrone this ***** little clone,
put him back in the barn where he belongs;
next to the other dozen standalone stepping
stones collectively gathering dust to the dome.
A collection of crazies chasing overblown
daisies in a field of belated paraphrases.
"Three lines should get you going, Homie!"
Bite down, giddy up, breathe out.
It's savior of the species eager to embrace
the future,but skyscrapers rise like an
oases just to fold like Fathertime's wrist piece.
Where's your patience? Check the back pages.
What's a death race without 1st place?

Crusading sapiens pound their chest
while the invading aliens blend in with the rest
and I'm too pills past drunk waiting
for the impending blimp on your radar
to changling into a Deathstar.
The Ripper Nov 2016
Born  
of a Black Mass;
Deathstar v2.0.
Set forth another
uncontrolled
   trajectory,
a pile of earth
still yearns for
a second passing.
A void that turns
me on;
a void that turns
on me,
vvhy avoid the meat
parade?
vvhy such antipathy?
Embrace dust's *******;
rotting feet look good in shoes,
just as any,
just sayin'.
https://youtu.be/1CQqFs0BkDk

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