David Lacey Poems

Sucking dry the blood and marrow yielding
new lines, old skins to shed each bearing down the forces
that tear and seek to bind
lost within again the shadows of each former self
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Extend the hand of friendship
Hear the words in every ear
Of vibration an illusion
That the end is growing near
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Pretty eyes
Pretty smiles
Make me young again
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Angel wings and angel forms
Within the clouds before the storm
Sang in merry memory
Of time before all time
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A deeping sleeping Self awakes
Into the world idea shakes
Foundations of establishments
Traditions one and all
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All these rooms are little worlds
All the world a room to see
What I'm watching, etching in
My vision with closed eyes could be
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I can't believe say anything is real
I Guess it’s just the way I feel
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Tomorrow we set sail on tarmac ocean soil,
To spoil ourselves, to ruin ourselves.
To bring our blood up to the boil.
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