Anakin The Red Bladed JediYou know Mace and Ki-Adi, Kenobi and Yoda, Aayla and Fisto and Shaak Ti and Kolar. But do you recall the most powerful Jedi of all?It was a very lonely Life Day for Anakin Skywalker on the planet Coruscant. While the other Jedi were comparing the degree of brown in their robes and playing Jedi games, such as "Plunge the Sabre into the Dark Lord of the Sith" and "Meditation", Anakin sat in his room all alone. He had given up on wearing brown when he had run out of levels of darkness in the shade and had finally switched to black. Because of this, the other Jedi called him names such as 'Gothikin' and 'Anemic Skywalker'. And they wouldn't let him play any Jedi games.None of the Jedi had given him any presents for Life Day or visited him, so he was shocked when he heard a knock at the door. It was his old friend, Chancellor Palpatine."Hello Anakin," Palpatine said, patting the boy on the shoulder in a grandfatherly way.
My Shy FianceeThe Volkswagen strikes a deep terrorin all who fleetingly encounter it,but they truly fear the womanwielding the steering wheel.Her frazzled hair snakes out in all directions.Bloodlust burns in her bloodshot eyes.Her car barrels down the road, a rhino,leaving all others in its startled wake, a cheetah,weaving through the lanes of dumbstruck drivers.A vehicular cobra, eager.Then, as she pulls into a parking spot,a startling transformation overcomes her.Her hair retreats, constrained by a prim bun,the fire smoulders and fades to nothing.She delicately opens the car door,climbs out of the Rabbit,and treads carefully along the sidewalk,to avoid crushing the bugs.
Is That My Toe?It was not by synchronicity,I felt its elasticitywrapped lovingly around my foot.Its cotton fibres an elation,it warms my foot with dedication,vigilantly staying where it's put.But woe, I have discoveredmy big toe's no longer coveredas it juts forth 'twixt the once enclosing yarn.And I have no course of actionto mend it with satisfactionand I almost hear it cry, "I will be darned!"I know not now what I must do,my pedal covering run through,the misery's too much for me to take.But then, with perspicacity,I throw it out. Sagacity!A sock is just a sock for Heaven's sake!