David Lacey

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Believing Whilst Bleeding, - Poem by David Lacey

Thread chords now cling tight to the stems
Of a form from which they used to sway,
Everyday in passing reflections laugh harder
Tearing vibrations through the looking glass,
For everyday that passes I've smoked another field of grass,
It seems I've dreamt away in blue any vision I held true of the past.

Old heads sing slow a song born aloft illumination,
Cloud burst light from emotion graces the day.

Sunken eyes of solace placed perfect in proportion
Demand in domineering servitude complte and utter adoration.
Shrinking skies of bloodshot glazes fade into the void,
As I toy with delusion, fusing confusion.
Skin so pale a whiter shade never have I seen.
Her hair befits an Elven maid but there breathes a Raven Queen,
Beneath her mask lies another, a portrait of true dreaming.

Her chest bears the mark of the moon in descent,
Of the crescent. Emblem of the Empress.
She who lies unimpressed by our explanations,
She who lies unimpressed by our explorations.

Here I am seeking an answer, some form of resolution,
A conclusion with which I can be satisfied,
There you stand denying the questioning of truths true reasoning.

In and out of season you’re wilting,
Outside still the sky is melting
Slow and silent soft felt fabric drips,
Don't slip I heard them say as they dissolved
Their cheeks upon bathroom tiles,
Tripping taking in the cool for a while,
Defending the exchange of foolish ironies
As the water heated skin to a
Solution, all it was they sought was resolution.
As I am seeking now an answer I'm sure will
Leave all I hold as pure weak at the knees in the knowledge
That there is no cure for the sickness I continue to host
Within my shell. An addiction to hell is less than I need,
As upon a hope for happiness I continue to feed.
Believing whilst Bleeding,
That there exists some form of meditation
Beyond the need for masturbation,
It's all I need, an illusion to feed,

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 30, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 8, 2006

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