David Lacey

Rookie - 287 Points (2/3/87 / Middlesbrough)

David Lacey Poems

321. In Sleeping I Open My Eyes 8/2/2007
322. My Mind In Mad Dog Blues Has Flipped 8/2/2007
323. Wilderness 8/2/2007
324. Plastic Talk 8/2/2007
325. Distill My Soul 8/2/2007
326. Goddess Guardian Of The Nightmare. 8/2/2007
327. Have You Ever Walked Alone? 8/2/2007
328. We The Mob Obscene 8/2/2007
329. We Eternal 8/2/2007
330. From The Nightmare Shaken 8/2/2007
331. A Flourish Of Horns 8/2/2007
332. Bone Ash 8/31/2007
333. Bear Me And I Am Born 8/31/2007
334. Deep In Penetration 9/1/2007
335. Dead Bodies And Cardboard 9/1/2007
336. Find Your Face 9/2/2007
337. A Freedom To Exist 9/4/2007
338. There Is No Intent 9/4/2007
339. Her Hair A Crimson Kingdom 9/4/2007
340. Upon A Whim - A Fluster Of Thoughts 9/4/2007
341. This World Is A Freedom To Exist. 3/29/2008
342. I Am The Whisper Of My Name. 3/29/2008
343. Dionysian Fool. 3/29/2008
344. Down To The Bone 3/29/2008
345. Write As You Read 3/29/2008
346. Every Word Unspoken 3/29/2008
347. Make Me The Man I Am 3/29/2008
348. Take The Time To Drink Some Wine 3/29/2008
349. Shaking As I Wake 3/29/2008
350. Dancer's Mile 3/29/2008
351. Lost To The Camera 3/29/2008
352. Too Much Time In Thinking 3/29/2008
353. To What Do I Aspire? 3/29/2008
354. Herald Of The Nightmare. 3/29/2008
355. Sometimes 3/29/2008
356. Do You Swallow? 3/29/2008
357. Eyes Dilating 3/29/2008
358. Sophia 3/29/2008
359. The Tribe Is Gathered 3/29/2008
360. Questions And Answers 3/30/2008

Comments about David Lacey

  • Sherri Coulter (4/21/2010 8:16:00 PM)

    Great story-telling poetry. I come to sit a spell and enjoy his words and am never disappointed.

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Best Poem of David Lacey

Memory Slips As Memory Fades

Alas I know not where to go, for all the places I know, I've been.
Alas I have been shown not where to go nor can I remember all I've seen.
Memory slips as memory fades as shades they flip exposed to flames.

As insects roast upon the embers of the fire,
A blaze trailed through the void of darkness,
Breathing destruction upon dry bone leaves,
Bearing down destruction upon well established trees.

The crown of the forest resides his power
Biding his time awaiting the shower of inferno
Gatherings as the elders race forever young towards
the fountain groves ...

Read the full of Memory Slips As Memory Fades

Archetypical Etchings

Black bear skins swing, clinging to the shamans skin.
Dance the night aflame. Keeping in sight the boundary
Frameworks that keep your sanity in place.

Laid bare, the fragile order of power is showered in anxiety,
The people are un-happy in not knowing why it is they must
Work so hard. Archetypical etchings upon souls inscribed
Leave shadows of memories past.

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