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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
-wrote for a girl from Finland while I was studying abroad in Paris-
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.
Today I stayed home with my little sister Rachel. We danced in the rain, it was beautiful, and I never want to forget.
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
Michael Marchese May 2019
The city light stars
Still appear to me scars
On the surface of Earth
More resembling Mars
Than the sapphire,
Emerald
Bejeweled sphere of life
With a white veil of clouds
To shield us from the light
Of the sovereign
Solar glare's
Untimely flare
And the holes
In the ozone
We can not repair
Nor can we reconstruct
Thawing glacial palatial
Ice capitals crumbling
In queendoms of Nature
The nature of humans
To topple it,
Profit it
Then in its place
Build a shining metropolis
Profligate in
Its consumption expansion
Suffusing, subsuming
The entire planet
New homes
From the old
To seek shelter from cold
Are those city light stars
Such a sight to behold
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
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
Lexander J Apr 2015
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.
clementine Aug 2020
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.
a shakespearean sonnet
Jopal May 2017
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.
Dan Hess Jul 2019
By acquisition of perfidiousness,
  superabundant equanimity serves as cynosure
for perspicacious circumlocution
  Extricated from acumen by coruscant conviviality
     prescient luminescence elicits magnanimous ebullience
   Profundity wrought the saxicolous
    Winebibber, penultimate in cupidity
    Unencumbered by concupiscence
   in which anomalistic accoutrements might unto be bequeathed
Alas, only by auspices, might idiosyncrasies be brought to be remunerative
As such, in trust, bellwether, to excogitate and make usufruct
is as to find parsimonious, what opulence incorrigibly writhes therein
By hedonistic primal instinct, chase, to what is callipygian
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Secrets
The world keep on turning, but I am still here.
I am stuck here like silence in the middle of nothing.
I am alone and around me, are the arms of sleeping horror.
I cannot withstand Coruscant's curiosity
When its starry eyes leer at my chronic death.

Histrionic chains strangely entice me
Into Narcissism and Masochism that keeps my heart sterile.
Sterile to even little shots of hope that could, one day,
Make value that stretches.

I am a dazed-*** disciple of the Sun,
Snaking him around fears that may ever last.
Sometimes I want to give in and sink into the flares,
But then I am cheated and centrifuged by gravity.

I am just a speck of dust in a cold universe.
Losing or gaining is just some Sum 41's first flight.
I remain secrets, until he radiates for my hope to awake.
He is my Sun, and his flares are the death and life of me.

— The End —