"coruscant" poems
With a breath of life
We used all our might
To travel the skies
In our great disguise.
To the Outer Rim
And then the Deep Core.
Coruscant beware
*** ***** going down
Worst than Alderaan.
Upon fleets of ships.
In the snow and sand.
We can see it all.
But there is one thing
Something to mention.
The Force may be strong
But not for too long
So quit wasting time
Be my valentine
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
Rain fell today,
They were glorious comets
Of cloud-masked light
Crashing in coruscant bloom
Of liquid everywhere.
Sister and I,
We reveled in the plunging
Electric wet
Making our hair weighty,
Painting it to our brows.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
My very favorite window
I pass you every day
Sometimes the sun shines
Through the coruscant pane
Each time we meet in silence
But words would be pointless
For you are just glass; I can see right through you
You must see me too
My very favorite window
Inanimate but not lifeless our
Rapport resembles rain
That rolls like tears upon the hour
I pass you as we share reflection
If only I could pause time to sit and stare to wonder and cry
Against your cool surface
My very favorite window
I love you the most
Wind who whistles
Like the moaning of a ghost
I know you must get lonely
Although company passes, they ignore the beauty
Your sublime conveyance of nature's seasons is why
You're my favorite window
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
Exuding supernova suns
Through sensory explosions
Otherworldly forms of fun
When the Mother Earth has chosen
Pheonix forces I become
As I'm making moves like Gambit
Checking Bishop's loaded gun
For I am gods and I am mortals
I am everything and nothing
I am trans-dimension portals
Into realms of onto something
More than human paranormals
By detaching from possessions
To an equinox of vernals
I am blissful blossoms blooming
Unabashful beaming brilliance
Blithe brain blasts of bold babooning
Big Bang bomb bursts blowin' billions
Burning bourgeoisies by booming
Bolshevism boiling blood's
Broke-bank Bane of bat-cave brooding
Jedi masterful mind trips
Skywalkin' Bespin nonchalant
'Cuz no force-choking Vader grips
Can bring me down to Coruscant
And no Death Star apocalypse
Can stop the peace I'm keepin' in
My rogue one rebel leader-ships
Fearless with my laser sword
And selfless Star Trek Enterprise
To defeat the Klingon horde
The ego of Galactus dies
Upon my Silver Surfer board
Still Samwise to my Frodo quest
To sonicdoom the Mordor Lord
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
Never in your life has a nightmare
been as **** as this -
the hag that had once repulsed you, now preens,
rubs her ******* blows you a kiss.
["Hiya sweetie..."]
Oh, she grins and giggles
removes her mouth and opens up a rotted carcass;
moth-eaten rags hanging off
her bony chest that's puerile and heartless,
dancing in pools of stagnating, coruscant blood,
stroking the tender fabric of your deepest frights -
arching her back, licking her lips,
she rips holes in her legs beneath sultry velvet tights,
******** clad, her old sagging skin
waxy and sick,
whacking her *** naughtily
[Slap! Slap!]
as she gives you a cheeky lil' wink -
#FLASH#
you're wide awake, stiff upright
sweaty and cold -
desperately trying to get to grips, but knowing
[too little, too late]
that to the darkness your soul is
forever sold.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
your skin is made of cosmic foliage —
voice that is mellifluous to my ears.
beneath your pulchritudinous image,
you're engulfed in pain for years.
i know you want to go back to those halcyon days.
love, you were irenic to your chaotic mind
because you know no one stays
and loneliness you only find.
you look up at a gloomy night sky
and smiled at a solitary coruscant star.
telling your heartfelt miseries to a butterfly —
you're a walking, breathing and talking scar.
i inscribe this poem to a quaintrelle
whose undeniably sturdy yet frail.
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
My depression had become hypostatized.
What had once been an apathetic disquiet
That trapped me in a chasm of my own despondent mind
Like a listless anesthetic
Was now a minatory wraith.
Haunting my every heartbeat and permeating my sanity,
Feasting on my solicitude and
Lusting for any coruscant yet scarce threads of faith
That held my hope together.
Like an avarice.
This assault on my being enervated me.
Paralysis.
Coupled with sporadic bursts of frenzied nerves.
When I felt that insidious gnawing on my humanity,
Sending spasms along sinew.
Brutally awakening this cadaver from the endless malaise.
I used to dance in the wind, but never like the others.
Branches heavy,
Floriferous with empathy,
Roots delving deep to drink in the truth,
Trunk dense to defy the gale of calamity.
Lost inside the thicket of deciduous oak,
I danced against the others,
Against my brothers.
Accursed willow.
I wept as the winds tore at my blossoms
And the worms nibbled at my feet.
My river went dry.
My knees went weak.
Infernal rampike.
I mused bitterly that if a tree should ever fall in the forest,
Not even his brothers would give audience to his demise.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC