David Lacey Poems

They are sailing for distant shores
Trying to find a little more
Trying to escape the trail of industrial horizons.
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We are as vessels for divinity
Encased in the skins of mortality
And through our eyes gods may see
True the skies and forever be
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A canopy sea of aquamarine smothers the treasures of the deep
It is said that ancient citadels exist there, the dead forever unsleeping
The dead forever keeping watchful eyes upon there city beneath the blue.
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Cycles in and out of time are moving endless circles in our minds
And we are one with the all. And we pretend that this is it,
Seeking to jest with lords and ladies at banquet halls
When the truth of humanity is to be found in the shadows of the city.
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A thousand lonely nightmares breed
Creatures of the wildest greed
Leaving me here bleeding, not knowing what I need.
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The circle is turning its seventh wheel
And reality is breaking at its boundaries
Small worlds are colliding once more
Upon the tapestry unfolding
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The station is cold, old and decaying but still echoing a memory of Georgian grandeur.
The cathedral gothic solemn stands overlooking the surrounding lands
And grounding the dreams of those who aspire towards divinity encased within a flesh Case of fragile mortality.
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Her eyes a window to the world have forgotten the light once blinding.
Empty streets surround me. I am alone.
One with the mist that envelopes the city sleeping
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A face within the window pane.
Watching upon a circle of youth unwinding
Finding the time to watch as summer sun returns
And there she stands upon ground hallowed by her touch
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Dancing to appease the gods of my own creation
I find myself lost within the appreciation of the moment
What could I have to resent? To regret?
When here and now and rising still I am one with the
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