Poetry

A deep high blue, a

piercing flatness in the sky

and the twinkle of several long

stars at dusk when the night is warm

and the city sits polished and strong

in the calm vibration of its proficiency

poised with a lush nervous energy

on the eve of a fresh celebration—

the Twilight of the Republic.

The Warrior Maul

In the dark depths of jungles night

dwells the spirit of ferocious retribution.

Red and black stripes stalk the shadows,

the biting tether is cut away.

Such vicious rage, what fury disposition,

such is the temper of one who sees all,

feels all, embraces real polarity,

the teeth sink deeply into fruit of insight.

Laughing, he is always laughing at you.

Then he strikes you down like a vicious adder,

lithe in the kill, like a tiger, purposeful, precise.

Empty, but as a cup readily filled.

Wanton wrath, see his brutality.

Mercy's hand, see his righteousness.

Why must so many die for him to satisfy?

Because he was born where dead are buried.

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_______________JAR JAR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!______________

Darth Jar Jar, the youngest jedi master in the galaxy

Learned all his skillz in the riverbeds and lakes of naboo

He might seem a goofy boob, but that's just up to you

to ”decide” - he's no noob don't be fooled

you'll end up on the poopside of the force

Don't get scooped!

Jar Jar the terror, Jar jar the mess maker

Jar jar the most ace jedi skills test-taker

Hell change up to down, he’ll

Whorl you into lightspeed !

Good god Jarjar

How did you bend all the rules?

Though no suffering there is you don't know,

you never angered, saving yourself

from evil pettiness.

bow to Master binks.

carpet replete with the paced steps

of homage paid

to thought-defying Jar Jar,

He seeds you to his side without a beckon or a jeer

wiith neither kind nor rude remark

Hail the emperor inevitable

Jar Jar

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