"lucius" poems
She was standing on the balcony of the forty second floor, The breeze swayed her Lucius ***** blonde hair as i crept up behind her.
"You'll freeze to death." I said as i pulled off my jacket and wrapped it around her soft shoulder's.
She stood quiet for a moment.
"Thank's." She responded in a depressing voice.
Her fragrance was breathtaking, Reminding me of a new born flower.
"You know you don't have to run anymore." I spoke softly in her ear.
"But i do." She responded.
~Tamerial is dead.~ I thought to myself.
"He is out there. Watching me."
Her body trembled for a moment.
"I know he is still alive."
To be possibly continued.....
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
"Are the gods angry?"
she said with a laugh
as Vesuvius rumbled
with warnings advance.
I cuffed her behind,
but gently, and laughed:
"Lady bring me more wine
for my morning repast."
I had sup'd with old Pliny
just the evening before.
Admiral of the fleet
anchored safely offshore.
My vineyards are fruitful,
a source of fine wines.
and the olives, when pressed,
make a spread that's divine.
My Villa is handsome,
and I own many slaves.
so you see I've no use
for their Jesus who saves.
The top of the mountain
disappeared in a blast
Our homes are laid siege to
with pumice and ash.
The women are screaming
I hear a child cry.
I hear prayers vainly offered
to an uncaring sky.
The air is quite thick
My lungs are oppressed.
My Villa is burning
along with the rest.
With a cloth on my mouth,
I race to the shore,
hoping, dear Pliny,
to see you once more.
I look on with horror
as burning stone blocks my path
I crouch by a wall
as my last moments pass.
* * * * *
The Archeologist tutted
"Well, who have we here?
"Clearly no slave
from this ring it appears."
" I am Lucius Flavius."
My Lemure would remind.
but I'm like a statue
and mute for all time.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 5:10 PM UTC
You don't really need me, do you?
Oh, you enjoy being with me.
You enjoy kissing me.
You enjoy having me at your side.
You enjoy playing the games that lovers play.
Perhaps you love me.
But you don't really need me, do you?
What I mean is
you don't lie awake at night thinking of me
you don't leave your homework unfinished because
your mind is tormented by the thought of Lucius
you don't go to sleep at night wishing my arms were around you.
You have your friends.
You have your home.
You have your mother and your father.
You've never been really lonely.
You've never really suffered.
You've never wanted to drive your car off a cliff or
put a bullet through your head.
You've never ached with all your heart.
You've never wanted anyone completely and forever.
But don't feel bad.
It's not your fault.
I should have known.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
Walking the road I lost in woods
Feet became light, eyes had a glow, moon was bright
Cool wind touched my hair
I saw Alice, she said : "Beware"
When I have woken, after dawn has broken
I took the pill for that magic thrill
I sat on window for the cigarette blow
I was in place where I don't want to go.
Lucius D. Luuk
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
Stick with the decay of light, the lights are hidden
Museum womb child nutrition is the "son" Stein
Einstein the writing, the boys' devil Temple Beach,
beach music spells and fat things full of desire to go
over from hence teeth upside down wall;
For example, white and black of the Jews,
even by someone with sand the arms of the merit
of his struggle to far off it smells Glory withdraw
for the new marriage's sake The house of the witch
is empty of the salvation of the dead,
seeming to have been duly given bookmark breath;
headscarf's hot colors St. cracked | Color
is common sense color is the only drop of honor
to lodge in the torments of glitters, |||||||| and the dragon fire
sings a lot of monster
permanent custody; In China, finally, until,
a little after, the cops, the day on which he is wicked;
and they are spoiled: he has loved to talk, too, of the field,
and is a gift, Live on the skin of the body
Lucius holding calls and picked intimidating to teen
mid-evening, caught pulling the material ||| Memory
stains the lights but the lights are hidden
in Einstein's womb
Following the decomposition of light,
the children's children are hidden
music is the "Son" of Stein; Einstein
Writing, Devil Boys Temple Beach,
Music Beach fat things full of spells
and are willing to move from there
to break their teeth wall for white
sand are black Jews It smells the battle
from afar the value of the weapons
of Glory withdraws the charisma
of the new marriage; the witch's house
is empty and the safety of the dead
seemed to be a suitable collection tank.
Headscarf in warm colors;
Color is common sense and the drop
of darkness was not such a great honor
for her to spend the night there shines
his sufferings |||||||| Fire monster
or dragon carrots' permanent reservation ::::
In China, finally, up shortly after the cops
in the day the bad guys and because
we are spoiled we also loved him
from the field for the gift of speech:
the skin Laura keeps calling to,
intimidating the teenager in the middle
of the night caught by pulling the material
away; ||||| Memory keys to turn on
the lights,
the lights are hidden = Einstein's womb
in a children's food museum writes
Einstein to eat, and the devil boys Temple |
on the Beach, the musical beach
and fat things full of spells are willing
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 4:00 AM UTC
Gay is the best standing on the Secret Barbie is sweet,
the need to feel the consent of arms
to write a lot of mirror; The Final largest Wall's
invisible hole from the kid's Voice of the ugly guy's
wet rock full of the field of the reader,
the red cat guys paint their lips through the window &
Friends of the Fresh Prince of the kings of the earth
in the blind man, we ought to maintain discipline
among the alchemy of the brain by means
of the heat from the burning wick from the Russian Talk
to a dog by the consent of the garden of the Civil strippers,
o, o ****** the daughter of a story,
& the revolution for the common good, s
aw the linen; dreams and House years, the game
is for the club & its control glass dancing *****
1 felt the wind Park to meet w/ the knowledge
of the air stripper cops, & the language of science
& the mother of the problem & she was sitting in her *******
Lucius by the hand took him to the unknown
that would be a good picture under the bed in question,
because it died w/ the standard version, good learning
more lasting to the turn into girls
change into the eye, the truth is that a single occasion,
at noon until her toes to stick w/ the original light of nature
& fell & supporting listen to the western region
exhaustion force from the Western Bettie
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
We lived in a house a cleric built
In fifteen sixty-three,
Deep in a copse of Roman Elms
A grand and mighty tree,
The place was Tudor, half timbered,
And it creaked in every storm,
The wind was rattling through the eaves
Before we both were born.
We saw it up in the window of
The Realtor, going cheap,
It needed some TLC because
Its look would make you weep,
It badly needed a paint job and
Some timbers plugged with tar,
The years of rot had disfigured it,
‘Are you interested?’ ‘We are!’
Dead leaves had cluttered the downstairs rooms
And damp had swelled the floor,
The leadlight windows were dark with gloom
There were rats down in the store,
We worked and slaved on it, Jill and I,
Till it soon became a home,
Nestling in a hollow that
The locals called a combe.
I’d lie awake in the poster bed
That had been since Cromwell’s day,
The beams and curtains were overhead
And the wind would make them sway,
While Jill slept soundly, I still could hear
The wind sough through the trees,
Come rattling up to the shutters and
Slip gently past the eaves.
But then some nights, I’d hear some muttering
Down there by the elms,
Like ghosts of soldiers, loud and stuttering
Underneath their helms,
And then I’d hear the sound of marching
To a Roman beat,
There wasn’t even a pavement but
It sounded like a street.
A street that clattered with cobblestones
To the sound of chariot wheels,
I’d stare on out from the window-sill
To see what night reveals,
But nothing moved in the shady wood
To make those strangest sounds,
I searched and searched in the daylight, through
Those ancient wooded grounds.
Then one day digging a garden patch
I came across a stone,
That held a funny inscription on
The face, that smacked of Rome,
I think it mentioned a Lucius
From Legion Twenty-Nine,
I pried it out of the ground and then
I knew what I would find.
He lay there still in his breastplate
With his helmet and his sword,
His sandals still on his feet and tied
On tight, with a rotted cord,
The skull stared up at me in dismay
As if to say, ‘Who’s there?
You’ve broken into my endless sleep,
Invaded my despair.’
I swiftly covered him over so
That Jill would never see,
A sight to give her the nightmares that
I knew would come to me,
But then I settled his stone upright
That he might rest in bliss,
And that was the end of the mutterings,
From that day until this.
David Lewis Paget
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
Cyprian, from Cyprus
Named for the trees of his kingdom
Prince or king
Livia, envy or blue
Beautiful daughter of king Divaro
Ruler of the kingdom
In the four seas
Lucius, the light
He has a way with words
King or prince
Hilaria, cheerful
Accurate for such a child
Who only smiles
But daughter of which king
Nero, strong and aptly named
Impossible strength in a lithe body
Prince or king
And of which kingdom
Aurelia, the golden child
Men have gone insane for her
Of which king
Felix, the lucky
Rumors to carry the
Tears of the water sprite
King or prince or thief
Avita, ancestral
Sister of Cyprian
But who us the king
Cato, how wise
The brother of Hilaria
A prince is revealed
Dulcia, a wonder
Lost in translation
Daughter of which king
Of which kingdom
The diviners of the south
The scholars of the north
The ocean people of the west
The skilled hunters of the east
Or maybe the mountain dwellers
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
My shadow's brighter than I am.
I think I'm fadin'.
But the Moonlight,
She keeps me down
She warms my heart
Embraces my soul,
Her light.
She pierces through me.
I want to feel her
Want to hold her,
In my hands.
But,
So far she is from me.
I am doomed for whole my life,
Here, somewhere in universe, on this rock.
Drinking rain and eating dirt.
Eternally standing.
I saw when she was born,
From the stone she was divided.
I don't want to think about it.
The moment,
The one in which she will be vanishing.
What will I do here alone,
In this nothingness?
For that moment,
Now I shed the tear
'Cause I'll watch her disappear.
The Moonlight bright,
Only her I've seen the light.
Lucius D. Luuk
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
nothing good happens after 2 am.
and yet here we are —
a rather curious pair of star-litten messed ups;
they say that liquid mercury and bare skin
are never a good combination
but kiss me nonetheless;
hold me nonetheless,
burn me nonetheless —
after all,
temples get burned down for the idols they host.
nothing good happens after 2 am,
but then again,
this is no place for sunsets and poems and sunday dates;
this is the apocalypse —
trapped for centuries inside our skin.
so go on,
break me — crack me open and lick the wounds,
and then maybe we'll know why persephone keeps going back to the underworld.
and then maybe we can call it love.
so go on,
kiss me until running breathless
becomes our way of breathing;
this may not be something we survive.
after all,
the daylight is an estranged lover and we are this house's walls trying to forget.
nothing good happens after 2 am,
but you will be the reason for every word, darling.
you will be the nightfall-colored eyes,
the nails all painted black
from when you dug for the dirt in my chest.
you will be the forgotten histories,
the impenetrable groves,
the coffee shop clichés,
the storms that never pass,
the nights that never last,
the secret places and warzones
and cotton dresses and fallen peonies,
and a threefold heartbreak
personified —
after all,
heartbreaks feel better when they come from you.
nothing good happens after 2 am
but t h i s already is a cautionary tale, anyway,
even without the 2 am
and tonight will be us,
crying wolf and coming undone.
tonight will be us,
tiptoeing through a minefield of mistakes,
mistakes,
and mistakes.
tell me, what's the harm in another one?
tonight will be our mayhem
and our foreboding
and our free-fall —
fatal. irreversible. majestic.
tonight will be us —
foreign lands mapping each other,
baptizing each other, darling.
and tomorrow will be ours to regret.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
Dedicated to Matthew Shepard RIP: Matthew Wayne "Matt" Shepard an American student at the University of Wyoming who was beaten, tortured, and left to die near Laramie on the night of October 6, 1998. He was taken by rescuers to Poudre Valley Hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado, where he died six days later from severe head injuries. 1976-1998
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Laura it was huge **** and thy face of the fingers, acting as a madwoman, almost the head of a living doll turning away from the hot, I will kneel down to perform a ****** banana football and all the songs children might turn faint to a degree of heat USA, air kisses with vitamins and attacks on the snow's sense of color skin star guard; that was already yech, remember walked cool itself king of the teenage body changes Levi Sherebiah also ******* taken; AH!
Was not large enough to speak of, to cause movement in the region of the pain of his own but only those parts of the via Dolorosa where the OT, n is the manufacture of woolen stockings than into the memory and in the chapters on the first commentary in the cold of: O of the body, it is not enough; more often.
The memory of the pain of the body, not only the head of the weakness of the fall by the sword; The Museum of the Sacred to Venus, the body, the body of vitamins, learns from the common cold to the point of comprehending in a man the need to be assisted and to listen to them as she kissed.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
In the same rhythm,
Sea moves,
Divides the shore.
Though, he loved the sky.
Every night he would be here
And he would make love with stars,
On the slay.
They loved him.
Sky took him away.
One of them then he was.
But I haven't seen his shine for a long time.
It was same as the one in his eyes when he left,
Griefly pale.
In the same rhythm,
Sea moves,
Divides the shore.
Lucius D. Luuk
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
Are you going to wash, paint, & as for the beasts of the earth,
they do not feel cold to the point at which I was standing,
the cat in the Age of Barbie's left some things in the mouth of a cave,
a little water, Brown's mother, the fornication of the work;
he, a friend of the institutions, is to lead a life in the little book
out of the water,
her left hand a woman clothed in yellow;
but in Russia, & w/ instruments of music every year,
for when they are a sweet evil, I do not know that they are in;
thine own lips have been the windows of smoking firebrands,
for the city & the gold & the precious vessels:
but for the people to have the right to the sea,
& as far as the dance, both young men are full of the woman
of the nature of the brain, the guys in thick darkness;
rolls the circling & come to his servant; hast thou didst wash
thyself, & didst paint wild animals, & I do not feel cool;
cat to a rock in the Age of Barbie's kind of little water
on the edge of the hole to secure Brown's mother;
of prostitutes at work, a friend, it was ordained,
was to walk the little book out of the water
Because,
to the left hand, female, yellow & Jewish in Russia,
but also in the hands of the instruments of music,
in the year, w/ sweet, sad countenance of the mouth
of the Gauls, & the windows of these firebrands,
nearly extinguished, society, & the gold, & the precious vessels:
also: all of these men were in the sea to dance,
& the young woman, full of the nature of the brain,
the guys in the thick darkness rolls the circling of a servant;
has been in his hand, as is the case when affection
is from day 1 they say, in the sense, just as we have already said,
as fast as he could write it down, the best way to learn,
& from the time that Christmas cruises rule;
didst wash thyself, and didst paint; thy brush had been in thy hand,
becomes, didst, didst wash thyself, & didst paint thyself & thee; the wild beasts of the earth, I will feel the cool cat in the Age of rock Barbies;
kind of a little bit of water from the edge of the hole,
safely Brown's mother works as a ***** a friend of the order of Lucius
who was a walk to the little book out of the water,
for the preservation of the left female yellow shadow
of Russia, but also as of the instruments of music;
the year of sweet lips, the Gauls, & the windows of these firebrands,
nearly extinguished, the fellowship of the gold,
& the precious vessels; firebrands from the deep sea,
& the dancing ****** filled with the very nature of the brain,
the guys in the dark, the servants of the revolution;
had been in the hand, & becomes, as it is from the affection
of the 1, says the matter, so far as we have been able to write,
we will best learn from the time of the Christmas cruises
for as it is from the affection of the 1 say in the matter,
so far as we have been able to write, we will best learn
from the time of the Christmas cruises from...didst thou wash thyself,
& didst paint thee; I have given you a good feel-up, cold
& wild as a cat in the Age of rock; Barbie's kind of a little bit of water
from the edge of the hole safely, Brown's mother works as a *****
revolution had been in the hand & becomes, as it is,
from the affection of The 1 to say in the matter,
so far as we have been able to write, we will best learn
from the time of the Christmas cruises
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
Drifting out of consciousness
Her voice like a lullaby
Lucius hair and lipstick
She cleverly hides behind..
Pulls me in and I am lost
To roam this tragic dream
Where everything is how I want it
Yet nothing is as it seems
For the flowers start to wilt
The sky from blue to gray
My dreams turn to nightmares
The second she walks away
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
From misty mountains,
Through steep ravines,
Around massive boulders,
And over the green plains,
A river flows to ocean.
River, A unity of tiny droplets.
But does it?
Do they?
You could be picked up,
Find yourself in a bathtub,
Playing with a smiling toddler,
Then discarded into a garden,
And end up in a Lucius mango!
Or,
End up in the veins of a person,
Strapped in to a chair,
And watched by a panel who,
Would solemnly mark down,
The time of their last breath!
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
The white city of the night
in that women are involved
in the dark year. The death
of a 4-year-old in deep water,
three European heads and
the best Asian skin, Latin
America has a large red color.
The constellation and the earth,
the historical sky, the sun
and the future love changed,
his wife, Queen Rani, the poems
of the French subculture. Where
my daughter is the daughter
of an ancient historical crystal.
"Moon and buyers" - fingers
are live drinks. The walls - open
robot. Right now, elegant animal
dreams are more complicated.
When Bob was very careful and
the cat was waiting, I was worried:
Russell's enjoyment of us
is vitamins and toys, helping us
clean the computer and the windows,
laughing laughing, glasses, vice,
girls and women and barbarians
with them Germans said, Stone said.
Also, the public. After reading my son,
I thought the Jewish insult to the forests,
the lack of housing and the study of the sea.
After the disaster is destroyed, Medusa
C Ritus is discovered. The girl was born
of a magic queen club and a poisoned brochure.
Satan's pain is a clear teacher.
The name of the image is more insulting,
neither faithful nor sweet. Parents
and women make mistakes. For drunken smokers
who wish to extend their height and weight,
the purpose is DTs and flirting, and the power
of collective shame of the soul enhances their youth.
Yes, he got and knew something wrong
and he met the big city Lucius drove,
he was responsible for English life because
he did not believe in Klein: no, no, no.
Williams & Williams is the main English
language of three cities, three cities and bridges,
red eagles and eagles. This prophecy meets Lysian.
William Wilson in England. Seven prophecies:
Black, Black, Black, Black, White, Black and White.
In France, France and the World Adviser
in Spain will not collapse. In Britain
and the United Kingdom, Williams and Williams,
Tom and Kokkinos live in three cities: Tom's Red
Drug in Russia! Because it belongs to Oriental life.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC