Long Lucifer Poems
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Lucifer: "If I am unable, to have a ritual with you before I shuffle off this mortal coil, I will make your communion with the oblivion as unseemly as possible, when I arrive."
Aurora: "should we deign, at least the moon sooths brightly, rapidly fading the horizon meanwhile grows voracious, veraciously blotting out these of kindred spirits shouldn't relent."
DR dragon: " the plaintive field is course and bracken ties me to the pumpkin sun and every fourth night each meld and create the harvest moon in which I blithely contrive."
PW 1: *silently crosses the foundry and springs into the well of sorrows*
---End of act IV---
I'm listening to soft music through earplugs,
the strong stimuli of relaxation enter lungs...
they stifle the external sounds
and deepen my consciousness.
The invariant analogy
between time and clock has a steady
rhythm and ticks enough to frighten
thoughts of a serene mood arising
from secluded meditation
that replaces a normal day of brooding.
Alluring is the idea of obtaining
what is found through searching;
this journey taken with doubtful eyes
may lead all beyond immense stars...
is it possible to mention a few
to the star-gazer who never knew?
Our Creator predestined us
with a certain fate on the instant we were born;
some were endowed with gifts
that would drastically change the wrong notion
of conceavable and blessed things
by walking in His ways always.
Why should we rebel against Him and incur
His displeasure trying to modify it, consulting diviners
with superhuman powers? Nobody can read God's mind
and exploit it to their advantage; neither can Lucifer
with his cleverness, and in doing so we are surely bound
for unhappiness, misfortunes and calamities!
Fortune-tellers are aware of everyone's prerogative
and foresee all events either positive or negative:
they want us to think that we can be more powerful
that He is in reversing destiny when odds are impossible.
Nothing distracts me from meditating
in the stillness of the ablaze evening
making the fiery-red clouds drift with adventure;
they lift me me to subliminess of the stratosphere.
I am very pleased that the invariant
anology remains truthfully intact,
but it warns others that's not
too wise to let their vague and vast
curiousity tamper with Nature
and universe and constantly interfere
with the Laws that were set in motion
with great precision since creation.
Written on 7/ 20/ 2017
It’s coming can’t you feel it
Something, absolutely wrong
They’re preaching greed and hatred
In the lyrics to their song
The precipice we’re perched upon
Hums! like a ticking bomb
As they herald their New Order
Their Future Babylon
Iniquity in every song
They share the Devils creed
The Puppets spilling secrets
That their Masters want revealed
Biblical immorality
No longer lies concealed
They sign their souls to Satan
Playing out the cards He’s dealed
The Forever 27 Club
Laid open to them all
Each soul is worth the same to Him
The writing’s on the wall
Janis Joplin, Morrison
Winehouse and Cobain
Jimi Hendrix, Robert Johnson
Made a Faustian exchange
The Beatles, Sergeant Peppers
David Bowies ‘Quicksand’
The Great Beast, loyally lauded
Crowley’s led them by the hand
They herald each new master
They applaud the righteous wrong
The Crossroads call at Midnight
Gathering soldiers in their song
Bianca, Cookie, Shady
Sasha Fierce and Luke the Drifter
An exponential family
Ri Ri, Lola, Twisted Sister
As Above, then so Below
Both egos need their names
There’s no-one who they seem, it seems
Duality’s the Game
The Boss don’t like these dizzy heights
Come shake hands with the Devil
The Devil’s in the detail
Hell and Heaven, on one level
Cos Lucifer, He ain’t greedy
Though He likes to thwart Gods plans
Shylock seeks his pound of flesh
Satan, only 21 grams
The sacrificial lambs line up
Like Isaacs only child
A soulless congregation
Cos there’s No Church in the Wild
It’s coming can’t you feel it
Something, absolutely wrong
They’re preaching greed and hatred
In the lyrics to their song
The precipice we’re perched upon
Hums! like a ticking bomb
As they herald their New Order
Their Future Babylon
Born a Christian in the fertile womb of a blessed land,
A paradisiacal genesis for a continent chained to imperialism.
Genocides cascading beneath the crumbling altar of human rights.
They crucified my humanity
With demonic chimeras.
I have dragged my zinc coffin since birth
Across the minefields of these greedy philanthropists.
I carry the age-old weight of curses
Of my zombified people since the slave trades.
They do not want me to sanctify my traumatized Africanness
With the blessings of liberty, equality, and fraternity.
I am guilty like Jesus Christ
And innocent like the soiled hands of a child soldier.
I have never enjoyed the riches of my partitioned continent.
These scavengers have spread hatred in my people’s hearts for centuries.
My tormented mind is the vault of horrors
That the West has perpetrated in the cradle of my ancestors.
These criminals want me to curse Lucifer
As if he were responsible for centuries of dehumanization
Of my forebears in the Americas.
The devil will never be my enemy,
I have never met him.
Human savagery has nothing metaphysical about it.
My indelible scars are not fictitious remnants.
He called me a filthy *****,
He discovered the face of my love.
He will no longer have the courage to insult my genetic code.
I scourged him with the laws of the Code Noir
Of the Republic of slaveholding Enlightenment.
I share the same skin color as Osiris,
The same beauty as those colored pharaohs.
The journey is scarred,
The traumas, too silent.
I fight in the death row corridor
To remain a man of integrity.
To write the darkness of my feelings,
A liberating outlet for my demons.
I chose integrity in the meanders of precarity.
In another life, I would wield guitars
To escape the whims of misery.
Serenity, my only solution in this dimension.
I think of the reaper every day,
Like a man condemned to death.
now I am a little tired
and I am a little jealous
and devil, Lucifer Satan
what ever yo name is
I'm so tired of giving you praise
when most of the time
it's my choice process, yes
sometime it's me and it's never you
now I just remembered
a comedian named Flip Wilson
he used to play a part, a women called Jeriadean
and her motto was this-------
"The devil made me do it"
"The devil made me do it'
sometimes it's me and it's never you
well I got news for ya
not all the time its old Lucifer;
sometimes it's Bill, Jill, William or Phil;
you know we all got wills;
and I must confess
it's not always him it's us
sometimes it's me and it's never you
So resist the devil ole Lucifer, Satan
tell him to flee
before he really gets to you
it's not always him
sometimes it's you and me
so let's stop praising him
by calling all our situations, burdens by him
sometimes I am my own worst enemy
stop praise Satan, giving him a small victory;
so when your wrong just be wrong, repent;
and when he's in your mind and you do at this time accept;
resist him and he will flee
what does God say "rebuke him"
So resist the devil ole Lucifer, Satan
the father of lies, no longer welcome here;
and I won't give up just to left him in
so I go the throne to the altar to repent my (not his) sins;
because it's not always him;
sometimes its me and it's never you;
so I'm just gonna stop blaming you
because in doing so I and inadvertently praising you
written by James Edward Lee Sr. (c)2017
June 26 2017
If you could just stop the stupid s--t you do
I guarantee I'd f--king fall head•over•heels•in•love with you
If there was a way you'd treat me like a flower
I'd open up to you and grant you all of our collected power
'Cause you're the man - it's your job to hold the power for both of us
But I refuse to do that for somebody I can't trust
Everyone's always begged for us to split
But what they say to me and you - shouldn't mean s--t
It's our lives - and we'll be with who we wish
It's our relationship - we should be the ones who choose this
Thanks for opinions, everyone! Suck my invisible pe--s!
It's sad that you refuse to see - how perfect you can be
'Cause wearing rose-colored glasses - you'll never be able to see
You've never ever given yourself any credit
'Cause you refuse to believe that I'm only with you for d--k or debit
If you're Lucifer - the infamous God who fell -
Does that make me the insignificant Queen of Hell?
I'm not sure if Lucifer believes in marriage -
But if he doesn't - can we bypass the horse and carriage?
Is that why you can be such a doggish-fool?
'Cause Lucifer was too scared to tell me someday Hell we'd rule?
If what you're saying at all rings any truth -
In your Dead Sea Scrolls story - what's my purpose with you?
Is this why you, Lucifer, force me to stay with you?
'Cause you knew all along there's something together we have to do?
The heavens rupture in a scream of gold,
As Michael’s legions face the dark of old.
Once Lucifer, the brightest morning star,
Now leads the renegade brigade of war.
The Light-Bringer ignites a cosmic flame,
To strike the throne from which his glory came.
Then Satan strikes, the adversary grim,
With million-winged horrors following him.
Great cherubim with burning, spinning wheels
Crash into mountains as the galaxy reels.
The Prince of Darkness swings a blade of night,
To slice the feathers of the sons of light.
Beneath the thunder of the holy shield,
Destructive Abaddon divides the field.
Apollyon unleashes plagues of fire,
To turn the silver towers to a pyre.
While Gabriel’s silver trumpet sounds the charge,
Against the shadow growing fierce and large.
Old Beelzebub, the bitter Lord of Flies,
Pits swarm against the lightning of the skies.
And worthless Belial, with lawless spears,
Pierces the music of the celestial spheres.
The ancient Dragon thrashes in the cloud,
Wrapping the sun inside a bloody shroud.
The Prince of Lies morphs into holy forms,
To trick the angels mid-assault in storms.
But righteous blades of judgment cut him through,
Exposing the decay beneath the view.
The Tempter twists, but steel of truth prevails,
Against the heavy armor of his scales.
Cruel Mephistopheles seeks out the weak,
Where wounded seraphs can no longer speak.
Yet the supreme Evil One is forced to yield,
As holy lightning sweeps across the field.
Cast down, the rebel host begins to drown,
Leaving the scorched and broken heavenly crown.
Epilogue: The Aftermath
The smoking skies fall silent, cold and gray,
As ash and broken feathers drift away.
The scarred horizons heal with quiet grace,
But shadows now infect the cosmic space.
Deep in the dark, the fallen nurse their scars,
Plotting vengeance underneath the stars.
The time
Young youths
Sing songs
Pertaining Peace
For fortune
Just & Joy
To twerk
With waists
February fosters fairness
January junk just
It is intent
Dollar drives dust
Knight knitting knots
Luck lock loss
Queen quest *****
Boost behaviors best
Against all antibodies affirmation
Energise erring ell earnestly
Out of ongoing outburst
Until unity urges us
Go get gems growing
No net nail none
Vault vibe via vision
Till time tells trillion
Mercy must make moves mean
Above all antagoniser and atrocities
Chosen coming closer career cease
Since savior savage souls' safety
Let Lucifer lay low lubber
For failure fostered from firmness
Kicking kite keel klein kudos
Hosting huge hugs hastening hallelujah!
Don't dance with Lucifer
You may be put in a trance
Dancing with the devil
You then said, whatever?
Leaves you with dirty pants
And if he breathes on you,
He's deceiving you
It's his voice yet but it's your choice
so stop entertaining him
the old folks used to say don't git in bed-with him
So God stop reprimanding
Ain't no blaming
The dance card still remaining
You know what you're doing
Stop you manoeuvring
Just stop, so stop stand tall
Get off the wall
Take off your shoes
Walk over here
From where you stand
Come over hereunto this ground you stand on is holy grounds
This ain't no dance hall
I found that I rather walk with God and Angels
Than to dance with Lucifer Satan
6/8/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
The Battle
There was a hell of a fight in heaven; Lucifer wanted
to share power with who would have nothing of it and banned Lucifer
from heaven. But Lucifer who knew of the human weakness
and gladness of shining pearl told them to consume and consume,
and we were blind oblivious of the beggars and the victims of famine and war.
Only when our oceans become a pool of waste and plastic began to react
but we were not ready to blame ourselves, but the producers of plastic bottles.
God is senile, and there is no Putin to take charge to put a cork in the bottle
In the bottle where the evil spirit called Lucifer lives