Evolution Is Creation Continual. Poem by David Lacey

All around the waterhole they dwell.
Stringed puppets made to dance
Swelling prides upon the chance of routine parade.
Here I am changing with the moment
Hoping to hold true the movement of the tides.
Fade from an existence futile
Sink into the colours vibrant.
Home asleep upon a blanket pillow
Our minds do wallow
As we await in expectation the presence of a
Maiden painted a tainted green - For she
Hath been constructed upon the foundations
Of a resentful envy mean. Still reverence fuels her virtue.
Adorned in multi-coloured garments
They consume our forms without consent.
Beyond the priory walls
They are calling still
Within the mountain range
Lay wasted the taste deranged of monumental memories.
Suckling upon the mammary
Suckling upon the memory.
Loyalty unending cries
Weeping tears through bloodshot eyes.
Movement in the herd shivers vibrations
Throughout the plains of our existence.
Duplicate perfection passes us by
A tearful baby cries shedding fears of Joy
Whilst trying to smile beyond the wall of monsoon revelations.
Crying for his creators refuse to accept the reality surreal
That surrounds them as a child un grounded
Heralds the sound of fanfare revolution.
Evolution is creation continual.
Love is the appreciation of the soul that doth not know
Your shell as a home but as a sanctuary from the dogs
Of clouded vision that stalk us throughout our nightmares.
Share the warmth you find beside the fireplace curled
Seek to know your mind as one with the world outside
Your window turning whilst gathering senses form the storms
Of emotion swift - For now I am naught but driftwood
Passive to the flow of my rivers knowing.