'We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.' - Dead Poet's Society
Born in Middlesbrough, North East England. I studied Art, Philosophy and Classical Civilization at college, all of which have had an influence on my work in various mediums. I went on to study Contemporary Fine Art practice at York St John ... more »
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David Lacey Poems
Memory slips as memory fades
Alas I know not where to go, for all the places I know, I've been. Alas I have been shown not where to go nor can I remember all I've seen. Memory slips as memory fades as shades they flip exposed to flames.
Sleep Well Angel Sweetness
Sleep well angel sweetness Find your place in dreams Keep well within your mind That nothing's as it seams.
Seek your knowledge in observation.
Seek your knowledge in observation. Know friendship to be the truest bond of all, Near perfect is Love platonic in essence. Within nature perceive the friendship of all,
A Pastel Pink and Lilac Sky
Sink with yourself. Think. Seek within yourself. Sink. A pastel pink and lilac sky Cast a spell of mellow moods.
Journey Santiago Discover in your search A land in Love with mystery It’s not far out of reach
A Fool in Love
A swollen heart of infected blues weeps un-sleeping throughout the nightmare, I feel unworthy of affection, as though I walk without direction, Always searching for an answer to the questions that lay forever undefined. All around me is chaos spinning within a churn of emotion, yet I am stationary,
Seducing undertones, her voice lights new life into my world. Her form lay as a mystery to the imagination, she teases You with a coyful play on words, the irony of the situation as Always goes unheard. Drawing out her sentences with playful giggles
A Botanical Bounty
A botanical bounty concealed within chasmed beauty, Bound in primeval anticipation, Fingers grow furious in their grasp As the poet dreams of the poet Queen, The poets dreams begin to lapse. Evocative in duration, incantations of sedation, meditation, masturbation
Sensation penetration, a diversion at the best of times, At worst a crime of violent colours, as shadows feed, As shades parade, breeding upon the insomnia of the sun. Hoping as they prayed his time was done, yet here he comes
An Endless Deep Obscurity
All is one within the sky As every bird is free All is one within the eye That allows us truth to see
Voices From Amongst The Trees
Around me fall the autumn leaves Within our hearts the future breathes Voices from amongst the trees Tell of freedom un-foretold.
Dancing Within A Circle Of Choice
Here I am at one within my shell Here I am at once Heaven and Hell Night and Day
A Void Of Blue
Fields of green surround my soul Fields of green they make me whole A concept lost eternity A concept forever young to me
Darkness Envelopes Her
This night banshee's herald death upon the moment of twilights touch. Seeking solace in the arms of wisdom are we to be left beyond reproach? Darkness envelopes her, swallowing the days descent
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Memory slips as memory fades
Alas I know not where to go, for all the places I know, I've been.
Alas I have been shown not where to go nor can I remember all I've seen.
Memory slips as memory fades as shades they flip exposed to flames.
As insects roast upon the embers of the fire,
A blaze trailed through the void of darkness,
Breathing destruction upon dry bone leaves,
Bearing down destruction upon well established trees.
The crown of the forest resides his power
Biding his time awaiting the shower of inferno
Gatherings as the elders race forever young towards
the fountain groves ...