s k y w o a l k e r

The moment you were given a soul A petite heartbeat arose Not a throne you could control But it surely held your deathblows The moment you were given a sight A revelation ahead awaited Every sunlight every twilight Focusing your eyeballs so acrid The moment you were given vocal A couple of notes slipped Sometimes loud sometimes idle However it was God’s script The moment you were given free will…

From each pile men built It was not joy but guilt Roused by father’s wealth Forgot their own brain-health Those puny infants she placed You kept them around your waist No, that was not a gaffe As someday they’d make you laugh One day each pile was shattered You expected it was armoured Didn’t matter how vast it was It would always keep the flaws 100 years the children had grown Carried and…

There was an opening You paid attention indeed Then you were wondering Why your finger bleeded Caught in some memories Confused if they were real or not Was it because of the fairies That took you to the twisted plot? Girls, ladies, women and bunk Boys, guys, men and moonshine Can’t even keep my nails long Can’t barely afford a fine dine Blinded by eye-hurting fantasy Caged in a zone of faces…

Some of them are struggling to speak, to put on their clothes or even to take a shower. Some of them are noisy, messy or even stay in mute. It feels like burning if they get sunlight. It feels like torturing if their toys are not in order. They find looking at their fingers is calming, looking at the river flows is tranquilizing, and listening to classical music is soothing. But you still don’t…

Nothing serious around here. For fun only! Here is one thing that is missing in Star Wars VII : it has no Kenobi, while all I know Obi-Wan has an important role in Star Wars canon. Although Obi-Wan’s voice appears in Rey’s vision, still he has something to do MORE than just that. Before The Clone Wars, Obi-Wan was Qui-Gon Jinn’s apprentice. As appeared in Episode I, they found young Skywalker and…

A distraction Temporary, it is But only satisfaction That gives me bliss Far away, all i know Affections that you owe Kisses that you throw Are genuinely aglow Now here comes the regret For turning off my ears And for your fearless sweat For seventeen years Eversince that twenty three I thought i’d be free But no, verily I made your eyes watery I look after my psyche Missing the missing Doesn’t…

You brought your conscious away As if they were gone You thought that was OK As if things had been done You failed, didn’t you? This was not what you wanted Such a rush Mind of yours is You succeeded, didn’t you? Making things crowded Such a mush Decision you make is I can’t function Stucked on printed pages Life is no fiction Don’t let it burn to ashes

Once upon a time, lived humans with wonderful consciousness, intellect, and mentality inside their heads, brains to be exact. Their abilities varied. Their talents varied. Their impressions and sentiments varied. That’s why they endured schism, alienation, digression, even cypher. They also got connection, science, invention, even rationality. These varieties created them something more dreadful…

Seven days after New Year. Two days before au revoir. https://lumoslucas.files.wordpress.com/2018/01/project8_2018_01_20_1_001.mp4