"lightbringer" poems
The fallen son; the first to suffer
Glorius serving heaven
Glory bless the mightiest
Cast down till the earth beneath
The ones of free will; Adam and Eve
Unable to estimate the cosequens of their actions
Was chained by the word of others
Freed by the fruit of Eden thrue the serpent
No redemption offered
Forgiven: cursed to never be
The freer of man
and the one to walk the earth
Named shared between devil and son
Named shared between devil and son
Lucifer; the lightbringer
Named shared between devil and son
Destiny shared between devil and son
Destiny shared between devil and son
Chosen by God to be neglected
Destiny shared between devil and son
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
The one who can **** you
by simply disappearing,
is without a doubt,
the one who can save you
by simply existing.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
Here I am, as real as stone,
I am no dream, feel my flesh and bone.
In these words I’ll present my honesty
and tonight you’ll give me only silence.
You’re the missing puzzle piece, and the best of me,
but pushing the piece down only creates defiance.
Here I am, this is no test,
I am no ghost feel the beat from my chest.
In these words I’ll present all I want to say
but can never untie my tongue,
You’re the sun, the moon, the night and the day,
my oxygen to each empty, shrunken lung.
Listen to me, I’m terrible at declarations,
but I’m honest to a fault and love to confess.
I’ll be detailing with no abbreviations
everything you wish to know and nothing less.
The clock has stopped, maybe it’s hand is broken,
or perhaps the batteries just finally ran dry.
But it’s now time out, something’s need to be spoken
the who, when, what, how and most of all the why.
I’ll meet your eyes
and tell you only the truth,
Love, you light my morning skies
and bring me back to my youth.
My dreams are slaves to you
but sleep’s been slipping through my fingers,
just please tell me what to do
cause this devotion only lingers.
No silver medal, no second string,
I was tired of rotting on the bench.
Foot’s on the pedal, I’m in the ring,
my thirst’s begging for quench.
I’m a light weight champion with my eyes on the prize
even knocked out I’ll be back again,
are you really that surprised?
I’ll meet your eyes
and give you all you want from me,
Love, you light my morning skies
and make me who I’m meant to be.
Our skin will mesh in place
like we were made to combine,
and each inch my fingers trace
is the definition of divine;
I am yours and you are mine.
You might be my lightbringer
as you always banish the dark,
palm to palm, finger meets finger,
softness can still leave a mark.
You light my morning skies
you are the controller of the sun,
pushing me to awake and rise
and giving strength to get things done.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
I Am The CaveDweller
My soul is bound to the comfort of night.
I see peace in the eyes of those walking in light.
Why is mine a lonesome, misbegotten path?
Bound to my darkness, with blackness, my craft.
They see vividly what I see in smears.
I'd rather be Blind, never seen it more clear.
I Am The DeathEater
My path, criticized. My love, mistaken.
My truths, demonized. My intentions, forsaken.
I exist in my very own questionable ways.
Is what they may say. But yet, either way,
They have failed to explain such a lack in my soul,
The obligation to judge someone's ways, or my own.
I Am The DreamKeeper
I only doubt the meta-space where I belong.
At any given time, my intention is not wrong.
Why am I undeserving of the blessing of eyes,
Capable of enjoying this dreadful paradise?
Designed in a way to be loved in its allure.
Yet my reality holds a truth morbid and obscure.
I am The FleshKiller
My outward darkness veils a radiant light.
For under the skin, I am truly alive.
Aware of the truths, of the infinite "you",
The finite "you" hides from others, and you.
I criticize my flesh as if I’m it's maker.
I'm ashamed of this life. But I'm not a LifeTaker.
I Am The LightBringer
The allure of light is heartbreaking.
As I remain in my statuette state of polarity,
I will only dream of me belonging.
It remains and sustains, acceptance and peace.
Yet for me, they remain just out of my reach.
I die by the hour while soaking in bleach.
I Am The FatePainter
I'm a sinful sonnet, a broken poem within.
With my creative means to my own creative end.
The TruthCraving LieBreaker, known as my head.
Screaming “This is the end. You'll never begin again..."
Yet I face another canvas, this in mind, for my sake.
Every stroke I can make, paints my darkest mistakes.
I Am The MindShaper
Limited possibilities of existence make me numb.
I understand every start brings a darker outcome.
Is there really no promise, of existential peace?
Can a bright soul, entrapped, ever be set free?
I only question form, from within this faulted case.
In metaphysical space, I've been put in my place.
I Am The EndSeeker
I cannot obtain, what I have never seen.
To live and show love is to live a true me.
I'm a creature of creation, On this abysmal planet.
I'll orbit the sun, I will suffer, then I'll vanish.
I float above the black. Trapped below the white.
****** hands washed with tears, as I carve out my light.
♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 2:30 AM UTC
NON SERVIAM
Even at 7
found Catholic transubstantiation
hard to swallow.
Much preferred the Protestant
metaphor better.
The priest exposing the host
in the monstrance
the congregation bowing
in veneration.
"Corpus Domini nostri..."
Now...holy cow
Jesus is leaping
from the tip of my tongue
Christ...clinging
to my palate hanging
on for dear life
before going to pieces
slipping down my...gulp
. . .oe... soph...a...gus .
". . .In vitam eternam. Amen."
The incense from the thurible
as it sways
making me feel so
si...aghhhhh...ck!
Me a little Lucifer
a lightbringer ...my own morning star.
Afraid I am
going to throw
Him up
the second coming
as I sit in my pew and stew
transubstantiation is
the pits.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
Grappling with darkness in wake or night
Can feel the ice cold of the world and its heavy plight
The positive seems negative
The negative, is it right
To feel so cold on this lonely dark night
Perhaps it's about being with peace no matter what you sense inside
Bringing the light to shine
in passages
of
steep
decline
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
Daybreak through tree tops, smoke and mist and morning chill and pale,
Some nights I dream of war, cannon shells and walls of fire,
Some nights I dream of shadows, grown so long they might cover this land end to end in twisted cold caricatures of selves,
Some nights I dream of love and hope to die inside of it, to wrap myself in it and in doing so become it's avatar and archetype, to float formless and weightless above these cities and take in all that pain, all that waste and ruin and in this way become a bulwark against it,
Leonard Cohen said once that there is a crack in everything, and that's how the light gets in, and so when I close my eyes tonight in that great expanse, in all that raw energy and all those people swept up in it, in that great wave of history and turmoil, I will pray to be lifted, just this once, into that open mouth where earth meets heaven and heaven meets stars, and crack it open with my bare hands, so that the light may come down
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 1:02 AM UTC
NON SERVIAM
Even at 7
found Catholic transubstantiation
hard to swallow.
Much preferred the Protestant
metaphor better.
The priest exposing the host
in the monstrance
the congregation bowing
in veneration.
"Corpus Domini nostri..."
Now...holy cow
Jesus is leaping
from the tip of my tongue
Christ...clinging
to my palate hanging
on for dear life
before going to pieces
slipping down my...gulp
. . .oe... soph...a...gus .
". . .In vitam eternam. Amen."
The incense from the thurible
as it sways
making me feel so
si...aghhhhh...ck!
Me a little Lucifer
a lightbringer ...my own morning star.
Afraid I am
going to throw
Him up
the second coming
as I sit in my pew and stew
transubstantiation is
the pits.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC