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robert-luka · 3 years
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Nothing is certin
It can all come to ruin
Enjoy the moment
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robert-luka · 3 years
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Out of love and appreciation for my body I decided to photograph myself in the nude.
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robert-luka · 3 years
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"No! No! No!" Gregory sceamed in protest "It's not necromancy, it's animation! There is a difference!! Animation is beautiful! It brings things to life -
..."- things that never aught to be alive." Said the captain of the gaurd as he closed the door of his cell, screeching, leaving only the moonlight to scare away the darkness. "You can tell it to the Lord in the morning."
Gregory sagged into the corner, resigned and dug his head into his arms and legs. "It's animation...' A muffled sob took over him.
'It's only animation...'
'...only animation...'
'...there is a difference...'
"Nooooo! Stoooop! Stop hiting him, please! Please stop!" Cried the woman that was his mother.
"I'm not hitting him! I'm only waking him up. There is a difference!" Said the man that was his father "Boy, what part of 'before dawn' did you not understand? Before dawn means that you are in your boots, in the barn, ready for work BEFORE dawn! Not in bed like some lazy mutt!" He slaped him so hard that he almost took his head away from his neck.
"Noooo! He's just a dim-witted boy! Stop hurting him please!" She was at her husband's arm trying to get him away from her son. When he quickly turned around the brute force of him knocked her away on the floor. He squatted down next to her and filled his hand with her chin. His voice was a manacing whisper. "Woman, you will not tell me how to diacipline my son. It is because of you he is like this.
The candlestick was burning low as he stood up to take it. The shadows danced across his face as he turned to Gregory. "I'm not done with you yet". On his way out he roughly pulled the woman from the floor on to her feet and half draged her out. The night echoed with screems. So load... So loud...
When Greg awoke he was back in his cell in the corner. It was dawn. He overslept... again.
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robert-luka · 3 years
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"Danny, we're not going to Disneyland." His father told him when he was but eight. "It was just a jape. You'll understand it when you're older."
Daniel rememberd how those huge hunks of walking men and goofy characters died in his mind's eye, falling like old lifeless rags to the ground. Someone turned out the electricity on all the rides. A ghost town it was, of metal, plastic and cheep lights that by night drew the moths and children alike to their hypnotic glare. A bygone era of the 90's, the era of shortlived dreams.
Almost thirty years later and he still didn't get the joke. Then again his father always did tell jokes that only he found funny. He would laugh his condesending ass off everytime they went for a drive together.
Well, he's not laughing now, nor will he ever. He's dead. Mom wanted to have an open casket for the funeral. Such a tasteless display.
It has been years since he last saw him, but now he seemed smaller then he remembered, shrunk. His hair is not as thick as it was, just a few wisps here and there. When a person dies the hair keeps growing, at least that's what he heard. Maybe one day his father's hair would grow so long and wild, sprouting out of the coffin that it'd be complately legitimate for it to vie for it's own independence. "Heh!" That brought a sharp smile to Dan's face.
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robert-luka · 3 years
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Sunflower
Ever since they stole me away from my home, bound to the earth,
I've been dreaming of a sliver of sunshine.
Nowhere to turn my head,
Sun prefers the other window,
For me just darkness.
I believe there is sunshine still.
When I wither and all my petals fall away,
Maybe they'll bring me home
to my very own field
of sun.
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robert-luka · 3 years
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Taboo
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robert-luka · 3 years
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I heard the clocks tick
in a great machine of time.
Mine was there as well.
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robert-luka · 3 years
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I'll Await You
I will await you in a solution of a melody,
Said one lover to the other;
In a twinkle of a star,
In the humming of the wind, where night meets the dawn,
I'll await you
where the breath ends and a new one begins.
I'll be there in the morning dew when your bare feet touch the earth's skin,
In the pause of a blackbird's song
just learning to sing,
I'll be there
where the breath ends and a new one begins.
You'll find me in the cracks of your broken heart,
I'll sleep in the tears that blur your sight,
where two rivers meld and in an embrace a mother gives a child.
You'll find me
where the breath ends and a new one begins.
Dedicated to my dear mother who passed away last summer. Love you!❤
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robert-luka · 3 years
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In Autumn
They cut down the chestnut tree,
The chestnut tree,
Under which you made love to me,
made love to me
It left its leaves on the ground,
dark brown
In my memory, the color of your hair
that only I can see
They cut down the chestnut tree,
The chestnut tree,
Under which you made love to me,
made love to me
The autumn winds stole
my youthful glee
The same as my Marie,
oh, so carefree
They cut down the chestnut tree,
The chestnut tree,
Under which you made love to me,
made love to me
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robert-luka · 3 years
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Make no mistake
Order bellows as it delivers its punishment upon the wild one
Lash to flesh,
Violence extreme
Afterwords it speeks with a monotonous voice to the now tame beast,
once unbroken
and the beast listens
its wild nature
forever forgotten
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robert-luka · 3 years
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Ode to Fire
The fire is unbiased.
It brings warmth, change and destruction to all in equal measure.
Thus wood turns to ashes,
bones get charred and black.
It brings soot to stone,
melts the metal and
transforms the soul.
Be it a warm flame in the hearth
or a spark on your rug
It will spread and crackle
without a push or a tug
In an unbiased manner.
It will eat away all you own and your life as well.
If you surrender to it you may both dine at the same table by the pyre.
The feast galore!
Just a being without a home and a hungry, hungry fire.
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robert-luka · 3 years
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I am the weak, the infirm and the feeble.
I am the old lady - no; the old hag more like, that yearns to be a lady - in the super market. I buy cat foot for my stupid cat, which I hate; that old bag of fleas. My hands are shaking and I'm too slow, much too slow.
I am the old, the flustered, and deluded.
I am the old man that misses his wife for the comfort she gave and silence she used to kill and nothing else, nothing at all.
I am the ignorant, the stubborn and the selfish.
I am a brute full of violence and demeanor most unrefined. My blood pressure is high, I am overweight and angry but think myself strong. I am always right and I never cry.
I am the vain, and the ugly and full of doubt.
I am the girl that tries too hard, much too hard to be desired, to be loved. I constantly shake inside. I hate myself the most.
I am the undisciplined, the stubborn, the potential unused.
I am a youngster that lacks concentration. I have a lousy pronounceeation. I give my life force to the waste waters. Nothing ever good will come out of me.
I am the ignorant, the uncreative and worried.
I am a man or business.
Always just one step short off greatness, a step most crucial.
I am the sad, the depressed, the melancholic.
I always miss the sunshine. The clouds is all I see. They stay vitamin D deficiency.
I am the cynic, the hurt, the failed romantic.
I am just some guy with deep lines on his face that will tell you that there is no Santa Claus and that emotion doesn't happen in the heart. There is no such thing as love, only lust.
I wish I was empty and gone, forgotten and lost.
Maybe loved and beloved once - no, not once - forever; or not ever at all.
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robert-luka · 3 years
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She came from London,
so I spent the last money I had on an ounce of love and a pound of hope.
I got it packed in a biodegradable bag
to help protect the environment.
She met a stranger in a bar
who drank his whiskey from a jar
and took him home on the morning flight.
She left me with a biodegradable bag;
filled with an ounce of love and a pound of hope
to help protect the environment.
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robert-luka · 3 years
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Shadow self
Out of love and appreciation for my body I decided to photograph myself in the nude.
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robert-luka · 3 years
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The sky is bleeding.
His Grace the moon starts to rule.
Kingdom of the stars!
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robert-luka · 3 years
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Reflection of light
on the surface of his eyes
I mistook for tears.
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robert-luka · 3 years
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Has anybody seen my marbles?
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