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The SITH HOLOCRON...of poetry

In this Holocron you can feel free to express yourself. Through poetry or songs or just random deep darkside fury. This can be Star Wars in nature or anything that fuels the soul...

This holocron shall tell the history of each sith.
Big, Small, Short, or Tall...

Words are forever...in the eye of the beholder.

 

ALL TH3 WRONG THING5
(the ballad of anakin skywalker)

I?M WAITING NOW, WONDERING HOW
HOW I?LL EVER UNDERSTAND THE THINGS I DO
WONDERING HOW, WAITING NOW
WAITING TO SEE IF YOUR STILL HATING ME TO

IT WAS EASY BEFORE, WHEN IT WAS JUST YOU
IT WAS LIKE NOTHING BEFORE, WHEN IT WAS JUST YOU
IT WAS EASY TO BE ME, WHEN IT WAS JUST YOU
NOW I CAN?T EVEN THINK TO SEE

UNDERSTANDING THINGS, ALL THE WRONG THINGS
ALL THE THINGS I MADE MYSELF SAY
ALL THE WRONG THINGS, UNDERSTANDING THINGS
THINGS I LEFT BEHIND THINGS THAT WERE YOU

BUT IT WAS SO REAL, WHEN IT WAS JUST YOU
IT WAS YOU I FEEL, WHEN IT WAS JUST YOU
I LAUGHED OUT LOUD, WHEN HE CUT ME DOWN
AND FORGOT EVERYONE?S NAME I KNEW

by: STARDOG-D-JEDI

 

Well, I wrote this poem a few years ago. While it is not about a specific Sith character, I believe it would be the beginning of someone turning to the darkside:


Alone again diseased heart

Why did you bother again to start?

Go back, go back to your frozen state

You know the only thing out there

is angst and hate.



You?ll be crushed again,

shattered til no more.

You?ll be beaten and bruised

treated no less than a whore.



You are not wanted

You are not loved

Not here on earth

nor in heaven above.



So go away, go away

leave me alone.

Go away, go away heart . . .

you have no home.

 

That was outstanding Sith_Wench! This is a song I wrote in 2002.

<frozen 4 - 5 hours>

i dream alone in the day
the redlight, sunlights the same
and i?ve been thinking on a new situation
how much of life that i miss
stolen to fill a wish
and i?ve been thinking on a new confrontation

a night to sleep
a face that breath?s
a separate soul on the pillow, next to me
you see it my way
we are alone but not today
today?s the day
when nothing else matters to
me

through my view finder
i trace the lace and find her
and she?s staring back with eyes of penetration
the digital image is mine
the skin is frozen in time
forgotten 5 hours without hesitation

a night to sleep
a face that breath?s
a separate soul on the pillow, next to me
you see it my way
we are alone but not today
today?s the day
when nothing else matters to
me

by:STARDOG-D-JEDI

 

Don't Stare

Black angel wings
Soft as the devil's kiss
Under a glass tree
Me and my unforgettable prime

And I'm driving so close, I can see the lines become one
And with fits of rage the cars becoming one

I reached out to touch this smooth obession
Gleaming fresh paint streaked to suppresant
I watched it stalk it's prey
Seemed I watched it more and more as it passed by everyday

I could tell the engine was hot
The years of abuse I could smell from afar
But it really didn't phase me that much
Those wings like velvet soft to the touch

NEVER COULD I GET ENOUGH
NEVER DID I EVER TOUCH

Such delicate street lights in my mind
And the air seemed more like a friend
Something that you know, one day you'll have
I can see the paint stare back at me
When ever I can't help myself and brood
I want the scene to come alive
Somewhere else, somewhere I have never been
Something primitive and very slow

I'M TALKING HOURS AND DAYS SLOW

Where every prayer is answered
And every curve is taken blindly
For the road is long
And I would not see an end in sight.

by: STARDOG-D-JEDI

 

Where in the name of the Maker do you pull these incredible poems out of your soul, StarDog? I'm totally blown away!

 

Put this one thru the beta reader and got the go ahead on it . . .

My soul belongs to me

Your stare cannot penetrate my head
Your hatred will not seep into my being

I will not yield, I will not bend
You cannot make me into your image

For years you?ve tried to beat me down
Drain my essence, rape my mind

You are like an abuser
Yet you seem so innocent

Your methods are subtle
As crafty as a serpent

But I stand firm now
I hold my ground

I am impenetrable
My soul belongs to me


~Sith_Wench

 

that's some cool fodder you two.... // thinks of something he can add..... hmmmmm

 

This line was like.... Man it was just too cool

"For years you?ve tried to beat me down
Drain my essence, rape my mind"

Another word would be imaculate!!

Thanks Spooky Kid!! Pour out some of those lyrics you've been working on dude!!!!

Sith_Wench keep it going!!!!

 

OK, not my stuff but I just found two sites that are awesome for Shakespeare's sonnets and Keat's poetry


Here is the one from Shakespeare that I really like:

LVIII
That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
O! let me suffer, being at your beck,
The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.

 

Very nice indeed. I've always really dug Shakespear. Here is another poem.

25 MINUTES

The sad thing about 5 o'clock
is the time alone
If it were 4 maybe this would all be different

Lazy hands follow me where ever I go
I just want to pet them like a dog
to see them on their way
and try to become something else

Watching and waiting but the truth it fears.
5 o'clock is coming over the mountain to play

I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE IT...
DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW IT...

Kind of cut myself off from it
Can't quite keep myself from eating these visions

and seeing in silence other thoughts
and seeing in silence other parts
and hearing in blackness. I miss you...
and it gets hot. then it gets cold.
and nobody notices but I can't stop it

I BLOCK THE WALL...

I call people and say crazy things.
People answer with crazier things.
Things of hope that make you happy.

BUT IT ALL COMES DOWN TO 5 O'CLOCK

And I'm still waiting.
It's like life in monochrome
Blacks and nasty yellows
Are the colors of the spectrum I believe

I must fix this techno-color before I die

Accuracy is something you just can't buy
And in the span of 25 minutes I'm lost
Nothing to show...

What's for sale today?

by: STARDOG-D-JEDI

 

Accuracy is something you just can't buy
And in the span of 25 minutes I'm lost
Nothing to show...

Something about this rings just so true. Accuracy is not only a talent but also a commitment to being accurate.

Well, I think some extremely sithly verses are about to spout off of me in a minute or two. If they do, you'll see them . . .

---

And here it is . . .

Your ignorance is not my bliss
You blindly try to incited conflict
While claiming to be a victim
You have no idea what a victim is
You dwell on your pitiful little hurts
While there are those who live
With terror day after day
With no end it sight

You trifle on in the wrong place
The wrong space
You act coy but wait with
Sharpened teeth to sink
Them into a passerby
Like a hungry dog on
The street

Your pattern is becoming
Clearer and clearer
Your welcome is
Wearing thin
Soon you will not be tolerated
Your stupidity will forever
Entrap you away into a
Chasm of nothingness.

~Sith Wench

 

Ok...Now that was heavy! Very heavy indeed.

Out of sight!

 

bravo bravo


I need to participate in this. I'll put up some of my lyrics by the end of the day.

 

Stardog here's you one to lay down some guitar tracks to....

Suppressed Race

Convulsion and Strife
The hate in their eyes
Aggression / Disgression
Decipher the Lies
Deprived of the Truth
The answers we sought
Hidden beneath
The war being fought

Back in the line
your falling behind
Lash from the Whip
Be sure not to slip
Rights have been sold
Now do as your told
Useless to resist
They've taken control

Clouded our minds
Crushed our sublime
Your freedom has reached
The end of the line

Fear to anger / Anger to hate
Hate leads to suffering / Determine your fate

Break from their chains
Break from the heard
Forgetting the Wounds
A lesson is learned

What do ya think?

 

That totally rocked Spooky

Back in the line
your falling behind
Lash from the Whip
Be sure not to slip
Rights have been sold
Now do as your told
Useless to resist
They've taken control

Unbelievably realistic! Well, not that I don't believe it but what the words convey . . . well done!

 

Thank you



//bows to the Sith Wench


you want me to post another one, Wench?

 

Absolutely! I may even let you all see one of the Wench's mushy poems . . . maybe

Meh . . . here it is . . . complete mush . . .


I gave you my heart
When you packed your bags
I hid my heart in between
Your socks and slacks
Drove you to the airport
Dropped you off curbside
Tears in my eyes
Cried and cried
You held me and kissed me
And made me go
You walked away
Without letting me know
Do you love me
Do you care
Should I have left
My heart in your care

 

Very Cool stuff guys!!

Spooky I will take you up on that offer for making some music for it. But you have to sing it!!! Actually I've been thinking of coming up with some music for you to put some vocals on. I'll work on it soon. And get you a copy to work on. I promise.

Sith_Wench- I would not call that mushy. I call that what it simply is. Poetry. There is cause and effect for every action. And for that one, it seemed to me there was a great loss.

Keep it rolling!!

 

This is a song that I wrote in 2003 after reading the headlines from a news paper and throwing the different stories all together. To create a song.

EXPEDITION 6 AND THE JOBLESS VIRUS FAULT CASE STATE

The first sign was a light that flashed 5 seconds early.
And suddenly all the screens gave an unexpected reading.
Back in the real world the nightmare flashed before their eyes.
As we strapped ourselves into the fireball for one hell of a ride.

Unemployment is always on the rise.
The jobless race jumped to 6 percent this time.
"I don't think there are any surprises in the numbers." said Mr. Davis.
Walden agreed, "The outlook was brighter." and reflected.

Scientist altered a cold virus genetically.
The research worked so well the mice took it aggressively.
The scientist euthanized the mice to see inside their brains.
Everyone got excited and agreed the times were on the change.

Then Captain Scott said he would look into why they failed to release the information.
He contacted three people in the neighborhood to keep up the observation.
Two men broke into an apartment on Mayflower Drive.
People don't really care to hear about the miscommunication of what happened inside.

by: STARDOG-D-JEDI

 

Very creative. For some reason I thought it was going towards a headline from 9/11.

I have to admit, I actually read the dictionary. Embarassing, how embarassing!

 

great stuff you two, will add something new later.

 

here's another ......

Back to the Earths' Womb-We must be reborn

Are we destined to destroy the earth?
Priority should be Earth comes first!
Not the greedy (money hungry) industries.
Technologies (Killing nature with it's) destructive tendencies.
Killing every (plant and) tree in sight.
Till our existence becomes forever night.

Degredation of the Land
Tainted by our human Hands
Perpetual Unity-For the sake of Humanity!
Ecological Ideology - Despite our insignificancies

Our enviroment we must sustain
Peace and Love we must obtain

Do you not care? About your childrens future.
Consuming all there is. Not thinking of consequence.

Do not succumb to the mainstream
Change begins with you and me.

A green Earth it was meant to be.
Do you not want air and water that's clean?
Millions of birthrights taken away
As out Mother Nature deteriorates
Technology spreads like a cancerous disease
Eventually effecting you and me.

Enviromental Domination
****ed situation
Massive population- Contibuting to the equation
Eco-Revolution Solution for Pollution
Gya's revenge- Come forth-This desperate time
Before it's too ****ed up

What ya think about this one.... you can put some guitar to it also.....

 

Do you not care? About your childrens future.
Consuming all there is. Not thinking of consequence.


Amen to that! Keep it clean for the kids!
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And speaking of children, those wonderful darling little creations . . . here is one inspired by my very own wenchette:



So small so fragile
And yet so hostile
So innocent and pure
And yet so dangerous

So precious and kind
And yet so hateful
So beautiful and wise
And yet so frustrating

How can a mere child
Make so many emotions
Surface within you
In a course of just a day?

~Sith Wench