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Lukas Steiner Poem
Death's door digging and digging down to doom.
Hell’s hanging hound howling howling for souls.
Demons torturing, stabbing stabbing and stabbing again wounding nothing.
Fire spreads spreading to the slaughterlands where people die die die.
Wailing of the damned damned and the doomed doomed fill the air.
Vile vile men end up here, they are now silently smiling as they are gutted gutted gutted! YES!
Fresh blood drips from the walls and is lapped up up by the monster, he gobbles your gizzards!
Bones are crushed crushed crushed! The sound alone annoys Satan himself!
OH! The LAND of the wicked! The LAND of the Nasty! The LAND of the Diabolical!
YES, YES!
ENJOY LUCIFER’S PLAYGROUND! FOR YOU WILL PLAY….
FOREVER!
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Lukas Steiner Poem
One single death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic
It can really test our Morality,
unless you are sadistic.
If you tell a big enough lie,
and tell it frequently, it will be believed.
Then people start to die,
and your goal has been relieved.
He alone who controls the youth,
will gain the future.
but in their minds, he speaks truth
so it stays a small rumor.
The man who has no sense of history,
is like a man with no ears or eyes.
His emotions are a mystery,
the people will agonize.
My spirit will rise from the Grave,
blinding with light.
It would be enough to confuse the smartest knave,
as the world will see I was right.
Copyright © Lukas Steiner | Year Posted 2022
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Lukas Steiner Poem
Beautiful girl, saying hello
I do not remember her, I wish I had
She is saying hello in Thai
I do not understand, I wish I did.
I do not remember her, I wish I had
She looks at me with much fascination
I do not understand, I wish I did
Her eyes are deep, and knowing.
She looks at me with much fascination.
Holding my hand, she stops me, and stares
Her eyes are deep, and knowing.
She smiles, her teeth white as snow.
Holding my hand, she stops me, and stares
I smile, beginning to recollect
She smiles, her teeth white as snow
I touch her hair, soft as cotton.
I smile, beginning to recollect
She is saying hello in Thai
I touch her hair, soft as cotton
Beautiful girl, saying hello.
Copyright © Lukas Steiner | Year Posted 2022
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Lukas Steiner Poem
Suffering is normal, being fortunate is luck
we live the first day and die the second.
You're just simply Human, I’d reckon
So, while death is running amok,
mature and accept that your mind is a schmuck.
It's simple really, but your consciousness would disagree,
because it's in your thoughts that you think life is free.
Don't be surprised, this behavior is more than beckoned.
Fruits will not be handed to you on a silver platter,
it will likely be on a rubbish lid.
Do you deserve it or not? It doesn’t matter.
Unfortunately, the meaning went over your head, God forbid.
What I’m saying is that your time is limited,
and while you frolic and dance, death had visited.
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Lukas Steiner Poem
The Sun set behind the lion as he wielded the sword,
his silhouette beamed with a golden glow, as he prayed to the lord.
The Great King, his wise radiance, he is known as a messiah.
His realm, so cosmic and vast, his people will never be pariahs.
Ancient Monk meditating, as he connects to the Universe and Time,
After communicating to his soul, karma and wholeness flows through his mind.
Old warrior, stoic and tough.
Moves one last mountain, before turning to dust.
The land so mystical and divine,
the Great King points to the Sun, and with beauty it shines.
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Lukas Steiner Poem
Today I killed a man, it is the worst sin.
It did not have to be, but the deed
was done.
The deed in which I altered his life, and the deed that altered mine.
Vehemence was overwhelming.
It clawed and dragged me into
A dark, dark, dark
abyss of grief.
One couldn’t think.
One couldn’t cry.
My apprehension was loric.
The mind empty
And soul, numb.
The sun rises, the light blinding my eyes.
My brain polluted with the actions of murder.
Consorting was a bygone practice,
I couldn’t do it anymore; I was ashamed to even speak.
My companions abandoned me, my family abandoned me, you had abandoned me.
I was stranded on an island with no way out.
Life went on.
The deed was over, and my mind wandered to other things.
The regret is strong with me, but that’s the price of a human soul.
I have lived a thousand lifetimes, this moment was one of them, but is that enough time to deserve forgiveness?
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1. Firm and old, aging forever.
2. Touching the hard surface
It blooms with the little things
Seeing my face, smiling as I do it
It’s small, simple, and working.
3. Roots are strong and tight
It binds everything together
Spreading far and wide
To the cores of the Earth.
4. Look at the tree’s bark, so jagged and uncertain.
Like a maze for ants.
5. Feel the bark, where the heart is
It’s the pulse of a sad tree
Knowing, Remembering,
and Soon in extremis.
Copyright © Lukas Steiner | Year Posted 2022
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