The Temple Of Our Crown Poem by David Lacey

Idols of death promise wisdom within the bliss of sleep,
We dream not for we are awake
I stand not for I am shaking
Awaiting grim realities to take on hold of me
Prizing sanity from my grasp
Clasping tight around the boundaries of my asylum love.

Horned spirits of the fabric night are rising
Promising wisdom alongside the kiss of death.
Sleep until the morning breaks
Feel the sun and rise awake.

College girls drive wild the lust of the poet in pain
Be my world, can you trust me, is this a face you can but your faith in?

We are as children bearing candlelight
Forming shadows as we dance
We are as children of the fragrant night
Chancing upon the movement at hand
Chancing upon a lance hope of revolution.
Piercing the skin of virgin flesh
Penetrating with insatiable lust the girls who trust us so.

Promises of false hope are scattered amongst the ruins of the fallen city.
Take no pity on me, I don't need sympathy
I need a friend who can make me happy
Even when I believe that all is misery
I need a friend who can make me smile
I need a friend who can make whole my soul for a while.


The temple of our crown lay in disorder, chaos fueling anarchy
Insane contortions parade upon the streets
Still this orgy of sweating flesh breathes a fresher breath than death.
Still death's bride is the girl I seek.

Will she be found upon her knees in glistening agony?
Will she be found upon her knees begging for mercy?

Welcome to the hive, the city thriving alive and breathing
What pity may be sought from the blackened hearts of industrial devils?

Who knows what goes on behind these walls,
The confusion of life, the love of death?

As Puppet masters purge the last source of life from the man machine
We are as denying the mother earth that bore us, the father sky that saw us grow

Below my tower uniform clowns are performing
Can you feel the storm clouds gathering?
Can you feel the movement within the herd?
Can we be heard above the din?

Can you be free of a concept of sin?
Can you be free within a cage of skin?

The White Queen and her retinue are marching
She the great un-named
She the wild un-tamed
Green lady of the isolated night
The vegetation is her flesh
Her breath the freshest death
She the great un-named
She the wild un-tamed
I invoke you
Ride soft the midnight hour
Adorn yourself in the feathers of empowerment
Rise
Rise the great un-named
Rise, lady of the forest night.
Lady of moonlight Lake.


See them parade
See them dance
Calling on the summer in their step
Calling on the gods to help them forget the
Past re-occurring before their eyes.

They sky is melting
The sky is melting
The tears of our lady white make the eyes of the mad man smile

My friends are lost to sadness
And I am one within them all
Leading the horde we frolic as satyrs
Chasing the nymphs once more from their woodland asylums.

See how they adorn themselves
Hours within the looking glass
See how they adorn themselves
A generation lost to the past,
Lost to a space they call their own.

My space
Your space
Any face
Any race

Who are these people?
Smiling at me through a portal lens
Who are these monsters?
Strange eyes telling tales from other realms?

Are they the ghosts of a reality torn?

They scare me

I’ve been scared from the moment I was born.

My fear inciting paranoia of the parade outside
Masquerading a fading lust for anarchy,
Breathing revolution in the hearts of men
The secret of now and then is rising
And to my surprise I find these eyes are closing
Sick of familiar ghosts posing in all too familiar poses.

Now and then the secret told lay forever young and never old.

And here I remain
Digging a hole to pass the time
Trying to forget my name
And to bury all that once was mine.

How shall we grow to be grown?
How shall we come to know all that can not be known?
Will you show me that which to no other you have shown?