Seek Guidance Within Yourself Poem by David Lacey

She paints the picture perfect, a circle full in turn
As I lay upon the ground a worm, crawling upon
My stomach, melting in the dirt. Flirting with shirtless
Daemons that run amok amongst this sanctuary of mine.


Listen as the scratch of the nib upon the virgin page
Fuels the passion for marriage, bliss, tenderness engaged.
How am I ever to perceive any form of blanket truth
If I am constantly soothed through the words of a mothers reassurance?

In capturing concepts they are projecting towards false ideals
Of perfection a reflection of looking glass conundrums, pandemonium pursues.

Seek guidance within yourself
Awaken, the palace gates are open to you
As the empress upon her throne
Makes her home a home for you.

From her lampshade
Hangs a catcher or dreams
Catching so that they may never fade
So they retain the magick of their presence.
Love in essence is the blessing of mans companionship
Yet when love strikes a through the arrow of Eros
We lay was confused souls lost in the contradiction.
If only I could rebuke the restrictions laid
As the boundaries of my confinement.

It seems we’re loosing our minds
Yet retaining our faith
No masquerade could fool us now
As the fields are set to plough
The seeds are sown
The wheel’s in motion
Forever turning cycles, we are grown.
Renew the ocean with tears of deep felt emotion.

What is it that lay within the motion of her form?