"luci" poems
Lucifer, save us; come up from Hell—
take a good look at the place that we dwell.
You were right all along
to refuse to bow down
to Adam and Eve
and their limitless throng.
And how could you have known that the apple you gave her
would plant seeds of pollution, destruction and terror?
You thought that we’d only use knowledge for good.
I know that you’d take it all back if you could.
Lucifer, we aren't angels like you.
We joined your rebellion, and soon we’ll be through.
Now the recourse from the wreckage that is,
is to bring on the foreshadowed Apocalypse.
So come on, Luci, don’t hesitate:
The Four Horsemen are pacing; why delay Fate.
After the End, there will be a new start,
perhaps without humans; we’ll bow and depart.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
O what great and terrible things the curious shall discover!
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
Courtney’s old subaru stuttered and stalled as she sat at the red light. The large blue duffle bag sat ominously on the leather seat beside her. She couldn’t look at it.
God, Luci. Why did you get yourself into trouble? Courtney’s mind was racing. Ridiculous. This is ridiculous. She ****** her head to look at the bag. It was bulging.
The bag was stained and dusty, ripped along the seams in some places. Courtney’s phone rang loudly. She jumped, and held onto the steering wheel with one hand and answered.
“Hello?”She was silent as the voice on the other end talked quickly. “No, I’m not there yet... yes, I’ve got it.. No, I haven’t touched it... Yes, sir. She’s very sorry... I know, sir. Yes I’’ll tell her.” She hung up. Her face was ghost white, her palms and forehead sweaty.
Many voices argued in her head. I shouldn’t be doing this for her. She broke the law. But Luci’s your sister! That doesn’t matter. She caused the whole family a lot of pain and money. And now I’M breaking the law. What the hell?!
She looked back over at the duffle bag. It sat staring at her accusingly. She turned away. Her car was getting awfully hot, so she rolled down the windows, letting air flow through. Checking her watch, she hiccuped with surprise. Her foot slammed down on the gas, her head pressed against her seat from the quick acceleration. Her car’s enging groaned with the speed, but she couldn’t slow down.
********* Luci. I really hate you right now.*
Suddenly, she saw flashing lights and heard a sharp wailing sound behind her. A police car pulled right up behind her, speeding along, signaling for her to pull over to the shoulder of the road. Courtney’s eyes were wide with fright, and her palms were sweating profusely, leaving stains on her steering wheel. Oh god oh god oh god oh god...Ohhhh my goddddd.
Courtney slammed on her breaks, pulling over. A man in uniform knocked on her window, and she rolled it down slowly. There was a loud noise from the passenger seat and Coutney’s world slowed as she saw the duffle bag fall to the floor of the car, the zipper breaking and the contents spilling onto the carpeted floor.
The policeman’s face was horrorstruck.
“Ma’am...” He stuttered. “I’m going to have to ask you to...step out of the car and put..put your hands on your head.”
Jun 25, 2012
Jun 25, 2012 at 12:49 AM UTC
The days seem so empty,
I’m bored it’s all the same.
I want some change in life,
I want to play a new game.
Time is of the essence,
I’m feeling a little blue.
So I call up my friend Lucifer,
To see what he can do.
There’s a knock at my front door,
And I ask just who it is.
He says, “It’s Luci, Charlie.”
I say **** that was quick!”
He comes in all dressed in red,
With a skin-suit and a tail.
He asks, “What’s the problem friend?
Won't you tell me your tale?"
I tell him my dilemma,
“I’m looking for something new.”
He paces back and forth until
He says, “Well I’ve got something for you.”
He pulls out a slip of paper
And says, “Just sign right here,
I’ll make you’re life so happy,
And everything will seem clear.
So I say, “Okay,
That’s exactly what I need.”
And I write my name quite nicely,
Signed with a pen of greed.
Then he grins a smile so deadly,
So horrific, dark and gray
He takes the papers fiercely
And hands me my prize with no delay.
He disappears in a puff of smoke,
I hear laughter as it fades.
Things seem to be pretty great
Now that the deal is made.
I walk around so healthy
My guns are big and strong.
I have many cars and woman,
I feel nothing can go wrong.
Life seems so perfect now
I’m having a good time,
Until I hear that laughter
As I near the end of my ride.
There is no smoke but vapor,
For Luci comes with one thought in mind,
He grabs me violently by the wrist
Holding the papers I signed.
He says, “You’ve had your fun,
But now it’s time to come with me.”
As the ground burns up with fire
He’s left me with no where to flee.
I ask, “Hey what are you doing?
I didn’t sign for this!’
He says, “Yes you did Charlie,
You should have read the fine print.”
He said, “You can have anything in life,
But at the end I get your soul.”
He laughs again profusely
And kicks me into that flaming hole.
As I fell into infinity,
I heard people dying, demons feeding.
My head hit the ground
And I couldn’t stop the bleeding.
I looked at my surroundings,
I was in a dark place full of pain.
I saw millions of screaming people,
It was driving me insane.
I thought back to my boring life
Something now that I do miss.
Cause five minutes feel like forever
In this miserable abyss.
The days are long and weary
I have nothing left to hold.
My senses seem to leave me
Now that my soul is sold.
Fear has become my enemy
I’m lost and no longer level.
Content has got the best of me
Now that I spend eternity with the Devil
Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 1:53 PM UTC
Danger! There is - no end - to this tunnel.
Listen to the voice... it ends... in light.
Hallucination! Just stay put -
darkness is what we were born to serve.
**** on! This voice.... is true.
Those that go, they never return.
They return not as they walked into light.
Prove it! Then.... walk with me.
Any other way! Then search your heart.
Those voices are illusory, meant to lure and **** us.
Freedom exists. I can see its glow
as I walk closer. You are hallucinating.
Voice competing with voice: you you you are are
hal-hal-luci- li -luci- ght - li- nating-nating- ght -nating
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
Forse più di lei quel che resta
è la sagoma che compone le cose
riversa nel vetro d’una finestra,
presa per un reale abbandono.
Questo è il tempo.
Dove finisce il suono s’avviano
le luci di due fari che sollevano
dal fondo notturno del viale
il parto torbido della terra:
questo fumo d’infinita ragione.
Il passo di chi fiancheggia l’auto
e bisbiglia all’orecchio del conducente
la strada di un cortile
dove siede, assente,
il corpo inerte di un padrone.
Si spalanca su una corte
l’assottigliato riverbero dei vetri.
Assiepata città
di vani incerti sulla fine.
Se ne va l’immobile foschia
con un tremore sconnesso.
Forse di lei quel che s’appresta
è una lenta agonia.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 12:32 PM UTC
Ex-cocaine addict and traumatized people pleaser
Keep me high and keep me bound
No one knows who i am in secret
And yet my scars are displayed for all to see
Lines off my face years off my life
I don’t care anymore just take me
He’s mine and im his and i could say im happy
In life and death we’ll be intertwined
If soulmates are real i’d swear i can feel our string
I need you fully and completely
Love beyond time and reason
Beyond physical planes
Kiss me like a dream
Like the first time i hated myself
Feel me like Luci
Who’s gone forever
Will we last
You say we will
I don't care anymore just take me
End it at the afterparty
Feb 26, 2023
Feb 26, 2023 at 12:23 PM UTC
Un vischio, fin dall'infanzia sospeso grappolo
di fede e di pruina sul tuo lavandino
e sullo specchio ovale ch'ora adombrano
i tuoi ricci bergére fra santini e ritratti
di ragazzi infilati un po' alla svelta
nella cornice, una caraffa vuota,
bicchierini di cenere e di bucce,
le luci di Mayfair, poi a un crocicchio
le anime, le bottiglie che non seppero aprirsi,
non più guerra né pace, il tardo frullo
di un piccione incapace di seguirti
sui gradini automatici che ti slittano in giù….
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Everyone knows its a bad part of town,
no one lives there by choice.
Its this place called The Heat
down at the corner of holy gate
and 1-deuce-deuce.
There a girl there,
her real names Lucinda,
they say friends call her luci,
which is short for Lucifer,
and she works in The Heat
which is slick for hell.
They say she's called bass
"cause it look'a like a wide mouth bass
smell 'bout da same"
Nicknames and false alibis.
Luci works the Heat on taco Tuesdays.
They say she'll serve it hot for ten a song.
Fish taco Tuesdays.
They joke that it always smells like tuna anyways
even without fish taco Tuesdays.
They say on a good Friday,
The Heat almost becomes bearable
and every body watches old bass
swinging widemouthed and tasseled
around every pole in the bar.
But I can't bare it,
the kind of sadness in places like this
where they serve up breakfast
and Tuesday specials
for ten dollars a song.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
matrimoni tradizionali sono un fantastico modo per dare il via alla settimana .non credi ?Soprattutto un matrimonio tradizionale bella come questa vicenda Perth catturato da DeRay \u0026Simcoe .Perché questo è un matrimonio che è tutto prendere il fiato con i fiori splendidi e uno stile
di Rebecca Grazia .una cerimonia mozzafiato e attimo dopo attimo di tutti i tappi FELICI .Vedi tutto qui .
ColorsSeasonsSpringSettingsChurchEvent VenueStylesTraditional Elegance
Dal DeRay \u0026Simcoe .What a wonderful affare !Il tipo di giornata neanche un po 'di pioggia potrebbe smorzare .
Tina pianificato la sua sorprendente matrimonio di Shannon con una splendida pesca morbida e fuori schema di colore bianco .Si guardò raggiante nel suo vestiti da sposa abito abiti da sposa corti Pallas con bellissimi fiori di Rebecca Grazia .
Hanno tenuto una cerimonia tradizionale cattolica.fra cui una ***** piena in una delle chiese più belle di Perth .San Giuseppe .Abbiamo fatto le foto al Palazzo del Parlamento fino a quando il tempo era vestiti da sposa freddo e bagnato.quindi abbiamo cercato un po ' di calore in un bar contemporaneo - George .
Dopo alcuni cocktail la festa nuziale erano felici di sfidare il tempo .camminando per le strade piovose di St Georges Terrace in Perth CBD conseguente foto romantiche con un'atmosfera vecchio Hollywood .
La loro accoglienza è stata assolutamente incredibile.tenuto alto le cime degli alberi con vista sulle luci della città brillano .L'arredamento classico bianco è stato accompagnato da centinaia di candele .
Tina e Shannon erano così delizioso .prima .durante e dopo il matrimonio .siamo stati così fortunati da parte di questa magica giornata .
Fotografia : DeRay e Simcoe | Floral Design : Rebecca Grazia | Abito da sposa: Pallas Couture | Cake: Elegance Edible | Cerimonia Luogo : San Giuseppe | Banco Luogo : Centro di Accoglienza Stato Perth | Scarpe : Badgley Mischka | Anelli : Ross Ezechiele |capelli : Shane Dias | Auto : Limousine Impressionante | Sedia Covers : Touched By Angels | Trucco : Lauren legno | Banco Styling : Rebecca Grazia | Video : Inception VideoBadgley Mischka è un membro del nostro Look Book .Per ulteriori informazioni su come vengono scelti i membri .fare clic qui
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
<p><p> matrimoni tradizionali sono un fantastico modo per dare il via alla settimana .non credi ?Soprattutto un matrimonio tradizionale bella come questa vicenda Perth catturato da DeRay \u0026Simcoe .Perché questo è un matrimonio che è tutto prendere il fiato con i fiori splendidi e uno stile <p><a href="http://www.belloabito.com/goods.php?id=686" target="_blank"><img width="240" height="320" src="http://188.138.88.219/images_ld/td//t35/product_thumb/1/4466435353535_395665.jpg"></a></p> di Rebecca Grazia .una cerimonia mozzafiato e attimo dopo attimo di tutti i tappi FELICI .Vedi tutto qui .<p>ColorsSeasonsSpringSettingsChurchEvent VenueStylesTraditional Elegance <p> Dal DeRay \u0026Simcoe .What a wonderful affare !Il tipo di giornata neanche un po 'di pioggia potrebbe smorzare .<p> Tina pianificato la sua sorprendente matrimonio di Shannon con una splendida pesca morbida e fuori schema di colore bianco .Si guardò raggiante nel suo <b>vestiti da sposa</b> abito <a href="http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-corti-c-49"><b>abiti da sposa corti</b></a> Pallas con bellissimi fiori di Rebecca Grazia .<p> Hanno tenuto una cerimonia tradizionale cattolica.fra cui una ***** piena in una delle chiese più belle di Perth .San Giuseppe .Abbiamo fatto le foto al Palazzo del Parlamento fino a quando il tempo era <a href="http://www.belloabito.com/abiti-da-sposa-c-1"><b>vestiti da sposa</b></a> freddo e bagnato.quindi abbiamo cercato un po ' di calore in un bar contemporaneo - George .<p> Dopo alcuni cocktail la festa nuziale erano felici di sfidare il tempo .camminando per le strade piovose di St Georges Terrace in Perth CBD conseguente foto romantiche con un'atmosfera vecchio Hollywood .<p> La loro accoglienza è stata assolutamente incredibile.tenuto alto le cime degli alberi con vista sulle luci della città brillano .L'arredamento classico bianco è stato accompagnato da centinaia di candele .<p> Tina e Shannon erano così delizioso .prima .durante e dopo il matrimonio .siamo stati così fortunati da parte di questa magica giornata .<p> Fotografia : DeRay e Simcoe | Floral Design : Rebecca Grazia | Abito da sposa: Pallas Couture | Cake: Elegance Edible | Cerimonia Luogo : San Giuseppe | Banco Luogo : Centro di Accoglienza Stato Perth | Scarpe : Badgley Mischka | Anelli : Ross Ezechiele |capelli : Shane Dias | Auto : Limousine Impressionante | Sedia Covers : Touched By Angels | Trucco : Lauren legno | Banco Styling : Rebecca Grazia | Video : Inception VideoBadgley Mischka è un membro del nostro Look Book .Per ulteriori informazioni su come vengono scelti i membri .fare clic qui</p>
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
He laid her down on his bed
She thought “He likes me” in her head
To him, she was just another game
He would quickly set her aflame
She had sparkles in her eyes
She’ll soon wonder why she wasn’t wise
He took off her shirt
And then she began to hurt
She held back her cries
She then sees a smirk in his eyes
He holds her down
And she begins to drown
She tells him to stop
But he continues to go nonstop
Tears fill up her hazel eyes
Her innocence slowly dies
Her eyes shut
He whispers in her ears ****
He strikes her
All she sees is blur
Pitch black
She wishes she can turn back
He has taken her soul
And she was the one who paid his toll
Luci Yang
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
Sterne sonder Zahl aus der Nacht aller Zeiten
in einem klaren Ozean bewegt ihr euch
wenn ich euch mit menschlichem Zeitempfinden betrachte
seid ihr im Rhythmus der Jahreszeiten ewig
doch wenn ich in längeren zeitlichen Dimensionen an euch
denke so weiss ich euch sterblich.
Die entfernte Stadt löscht ihre Lichter
in der dichten Nacht erscheint ihr mal zögernd,
mal überzeugt über den Bergen wohlgesinnt.
In eurer Herrlichkeit findet mein Herz seine Ruh.
STELLE
Stelle, innumeri dalla notte dei tempi
in un liquido oceano vi muovete
se con il mio tempo umano vi guardo
al ritmo delle stagioni eterne siete
ma se con altri e più lunghi tempi a voi
penso come cose mortali vi so.
Spegne la città lontana le sue luci
nella densa notte incerte qui e là sicure
sopra i monti benevole apparite.
Nella vostra gloria riposa l’animo mio.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 5:17 AM UTC
There are things
that my brain loves
some of which
I know not.
It isn't that
I can't remember
It is just that
I believe I forgot.
And so I continue
acting insanely
figuring that is
the way that I am
un-til I, pass a mirror
(a wall mounted mirage)
come face to face with my
hall-luci-na-scam
Stories of what
I like, love, and fear
tales of my woes
their numbers are legion!
The who's I am NOT.
The whys long forgot.
The if's and so whats
and how to act
during the joyous
holiday
season
:)
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
Vorrei un figlio da te che sia una spada
lucente, come un grido di alta grazia,
che sia pietra, che sia novello Adamo,
lievito del mio sangue e che risolva
più quietamente questa nostra sete.
Ah, se t'amo, lo grido ad ogni vento
gemmando fiori da ogni stanco ramo
e fiorita son tutta e d'ogni velo
vo scerpando il mio lutto
perché genesi sei della mia carne.
Ma il mio cuore, trafitto dall'amore
ha desiderio di mondarsi vivo.
E perciò dammi un figlio delicato,
un bellissimo, vergine viticcio
da allacciare al mio tronco, e tu, possente
olmo, tu padre ricco d'ogni forza pura
mieterai liete ombre alle mie luci.
838
He was everything I loved
And everything I hated
He kept saying he loves me
Just to keep me sedated
He told me the sweetest tales
Only to unveil
My body's greatest secrets
And my minds biggest regrets
He warped my mind to see a vision
They tried to tell me but I wouldn't listen
He promised me everything I could ever imagine
Anything I asked for he made it happen
Then I had to repay him
What I know now, I wish I knew then
His tales became gruesome
As my body grew with bruises
He said his name was Lucky but spelled it like "Luci"
And Fer like a mink
Dear God... please forgive me
I should've never danced with the devil
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
O graziosa luna, io mi rammento
che, or volge l'anno, sovra questo colle
io venia pien d'angoscia a rimirarti:
e tu pendevi allor su questa selva
siccome or fai, che tutta la rischiari.
Ma nebuloso e tremulo dal pianto
che mi sorgea sul ciglio, alle mie luci
il tuo volto apparia, ché travagliosa
era mia vita: ed è, né cangia stile,
o mia diletta luna. E pur mi giova
la ricordanza, e il noverar l'etate
del mio dolore. Oh come grato occorre
nel tempo giovanil, quando ancor lungo
la speme e breve ha la memoria il corso,
il rimembrar delle passate cose,
ancor che triste, e che l'affanno duri!
683
regurgitation on soft corpses. looking like bloated, gaping, and soggy wounds. blue cords within molded casing. standing still with all that i am. laying limp like the coward you always have been. go on and lay in that tomb, what are you waiting for? luci is ready. don't be shy, say hello.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
bristling
with self-defense
a curt reply
comes quickly to her lips
she thinks
she knows the world
and does not care too much
about adults
who have always been old
by definition
looking out for herself
at sweet sixteen
her body is some thing
difficult to control
only when
it is obedient
to the swirling figures
of her dance
her eyes shine deeply
and she has found herself
in delicate motion
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
Luci spente.
È rimasto solo un faro a
illuminare il centro della scena.
L'atrio è vuoto, a parte me
e qualcuno lì negli ultimi posti.
Il palco è freddo, incompleto.
E vorrei scaldarlo di nuovo,
senza voler seguire un copione,
senza aver paura di balbettare,
senza la paura che le luci si spengano,
di nuovo.
Manca però l'attore a cui più tenevo,
quello che ha dato una nuova vita
a questo teatro di infantili drammi,
per dare spazio a singolari commedie,
oltre ad arricchire i miei racconti,
e soprattutto apprezzarli.
E vorrei che tornasse quella luce
che saturava ogni sorriso,
che faceva brillare il silenzio,
che fermava per un istante il tempo,
almeno per concederci l'occasione
di un degno ultimo atto,
con la speranza che sia lontano,
lontano,
o, almeno, felice.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 4:55 PM UTC
Joy comes in the morning...
Or joy comes in the mourning?
While I'm drunk with my tears
Masking my candid fears.
Miles, I run never stopping
Asking none ever hoping.
Boy oh Boy, it's my story
Basking in misery.
As it is I barely sleep. (Weeping!!)
But staying awake weeping only to fall into a tortured sleep
I face it beyond control.
Sleeping is better than weeping and keeping dead memories.
But to me weeping is better than sleeping.
As soon as I slumber I start dreaming.
Let me not say the dream
It's my mine and mine alone.
When it'll be known.
I'll be long gone.
At least that's all I'm told
That I will not hold
On to this fading life till I'm old
Enough to make sense of it all.
My life will be short
And my sorrow so tall.
I think curled up in a ball.
Their arrows poisonous.
I fold myself
In case I start shaking more than I can bear.
I hold myself
My face to the ground knowing it's here.
I told myself
Embrace this, you are overcoming fear.
Mold yourself, I said.
Greatness is becoming what they revere.
Sell your soul and have lies to tell.
Hell awaits such who paly with those who fell.
Well, you can be washed in the Well of blood and be well.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
By shunning the Devil
doth one feed his spirit.
Through compassionate understanding of his aspect in the cosmic balance
doth one quell the demons.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
under this gray forgotten sky
I look to the ground and take flight
I reply to a distant call
of a deserved lonesome exodus
minimum quantum spaces
freedom in the first moments
voices and lights in the lips of a child
that takes life and peace from the breast of the world
under this gray forgotten sky
I look to the ground and take flight
I turn back I'm alone
but I do not fear this solo drum
and absorbed in my infinite intimacy
I migrate to the wild
sanctuary that will save my soul
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sotto questo cielo grigio dimenticato
guardo a terra e prendo il volo
ad una chiamata remota rispondo
di un meritato esodo solitario
minimi spazi quantici
libertà dei primi momenti
voci e luci nelle labbra di un bambino
che prende vita e pace dal seno del mondo
sotto questo cielo grigio dimenticato
fisso la terra e prendo il volo
guardo indietro sono solo
ma non temo questo rullo di tamburo
ed assorto nella mia infinita intimità
migro verso il selvatico
santuario che salverà la mia anima
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bajo este olvidado cielo gris
miro el suelo e inicio el vuelo
respondo una llamada lejana
de un merecido éxodo solitario
mínimos espacios cuánticos
libertad de los primeros momentos
voces y luces en los labios de un niño
eso agarra la vida y la paz del seno del mundo
bajo este olvidado cielo gris
miro la tierra e inicio el vuelo
me doy vuelta, estoy solo
pero no temo este rollo
de tambor
y absorto en mi infinita intimidad
migro a la naturaleza
santuario que mi alma salvará
...
sous ce ciel gris oublié
Je regarde le sol et commence le vol
Je réponds à un appel distant
d'un exode solitaire bien mérité
espaces quantiques minimaux
la liberté des premiers instants
voix et lumières sur les lèvres d'un enfant
qui saisit la vie et la paix du sein du monde
sous ce ciel gris oublié
Je regarde la terre et je commence le vol
Je me retourne, je suis seul
mais je ne crains pas ce rouleau
tambour
et absorbé dans mon intimité infinie
Je migre vers la nature
sanctuaire que sauvera mon âme
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
E fra le luci intermittenti di una sera ti ** vista danzare, tingendo la mia serata di un nuovo colore,
il tuo sorriso.
Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 1:15 AM UTC