David Lacey Poems

Towers cooling bellow smoke into the purity of the skyline.
Tainting yellow, a sickly shade the skin of those fools
Who would dig a hole with the palms of their hands,
If only to find a spade.
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The hills, the valleys of this land
Are not so hard to understand.
If we perceive with childish eyes,
We can make happy and true the skies.
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Adorn death
Breathe breath
Know life anew.
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Bodies of Ivy rule over the kingdoms luxuries as the Queen looses herself
Deep within the reminiscence of her presence elemental; they the spirits
Of the forest contain a beauty eternal – yet still they keep exposed a temper
Temperamental.
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Why would it be that we would scorn the name of our saviour?
Be he Christ upon a desert trail, be he Apollo the light of all,
Blazing his trail upon the midsummer’s sky,
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A cosmic man,
A cosmic woman
Both of which
Lay entwined in passion.
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I have seen you fly with the wings of butterfly Fey.
I have heard you sing in the realm of dream time bliss.
Yet never have I felt soft tender kisses,
Never have I known the lips I’m missing.
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What life is this we call our home?
All dreams now bent and broken bones,
and laughing are we clowns?
Death decay and drowning.
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These glimering holograms, all fantasy at best,
Here i am undressed before the day my knowing.
I sense the devil flowing, red fork river in streams of consciousness.
I am a fool this day, and still unto the next.
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