Darkness Envelopes Her
This night banshee's herald death upon the moment of twilights touch.
Seeking solace in the arms of wisdom are we to be left beyond reproach?
Darkness envelopes her, swallowing the days descent
The blade she holds, formed of a shamans dream is shimmering
Dark light for a dark knights purpose, she rides to rise and
As she drifts throughout ethereal glades, moving in time with the shadows performing
She is the storm of midnights howling, she is the silhouette against the moon
Shrieking her laments in a monsoon torrent of tears.
Darkness envelopes her, smothering the memories that once kept her sane.
The heat of the night is as Nile desert air and moving upon its currents
Are strange and wondrous creatures, merging the past into the present.
Who are these creatures she asks?
These souls seeking towards a face amongst the faceless.
Tears shed in a moment of remorse are swelling,
What story are they telling?
Distant starlight burns away the memories of reflection upon looking glass eyes
How strange it is that the hours they pass only to be forgotten.
Come laugh with me sometime, come be fresh amongst the rotten.
Adorned in the feathers of elder gods we may amount the pyramid rising from blood soaked sand.
Dreams forgotten within the twilight of memory
They await the motion of the moment to sway them.
The city shall take no pity on them
As they writhe, lithe and breathing agony.
What horrors await unknown?
She sleeps within the shadow of herself.
She is an Idol in death, a decomposing Christ child in the summer heat.
Maggots are breeding in her body dying, feeding upon the source of life.
Bound within an asylum built upon foundation insecurities
How am I to gain confidence in the smile that shines a diamond mile.
An Indian Summer is rising
Small worlds are colliding
In the arms of the one they love
Souls are entwining as the threads of destiny untold.
poem by David Lacey
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To All The Friends I've Ever Known
What great sorrow is there in our unknowing of faded memories
And every tomorrow comes too late for we sweet dreamers of the nightmare
Shimmering in the glow of spirit night, the evil eye awaits us.
But we are strong, alive within the moment and rising
In you I know myself, In you I trust,
In you I know shines the light fantastic
Glowing and emitting ecstasy unto the soul of the world
We walk within the story
A story of friendship
Of strange love unknown
We walk within the story
A story of friendship
Of futures blurring
Small worlds are colliding
Merging as they submerge the souls of those
That can not stay adrift alike we within
The moment shifting. I'm here to lift you.
With the strength of a mountain
I could rise from within my hermit hole
Given your call in the morning or night
I would ride, a knight without armour
Bearing the golden shield of friendships empowering.
Here I am to shower you with the promise of a better life
Together we have looked upon the world with eyes of ecstatic vision
I have seen you cry
I have seen you laugh
I have passed away the hours with you
As though they were ours, and ours alone to pass away
Screaming from windows at the general public
Up to their general nonsense outside our towers sanctuary.
You have seen me high, tearing the seems of reality with a lions jaw
You've seen me lost and staring into space
Feeling alone although I am surrounded by all
And you've cared, and you've been there
With me sitting in silence, braiding in and out my hair
Shooting hollow daggers at faceless shadows.
Seeing only you as an angel amongst monsters.
I've chased you in the thundering rain
You in a madness only women may master
Screaming more tears than Father Sky could gather.
I have seen you tearing at the boundaries of sanity
And holding on to me, telling me I should not be there for you
That I should leave and let you see it through the blues alone.
What mockery of friendship it would be to leave thee in thy misery?
It seems as though within a dream we have walked another land
As though from past life memories I have the memory of your hand.
So into the story we shall stride again
Destiny’s colliding upon the tapestry of life
Sometimes bending as the winds of fate they blow
But know this, this secret bliss of mine
That beneath the snow the summer breathes
And all it takes is a little time for the
Seeds of joy in rapture to break from the
Soils of secluded solitude into the light.
The memory of death flickers within the eyes of the infant.
I'm here to help you feel
I'm here to make it real for you
Through the blue skies and the grey.
I'm only ever a call away.
poem by David Lacey
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Sanctuary
What sanctuary is there beyond the burning of summer sun?
A new page is turning in the story untold
And here we are, older now within the moment disappearing,
The fragrant night holds no captives
Feasting upon the flesh of a thousand virgin dreams.
Bound, gagged and bleeding
She crying for a softer death
She’s crying for a fresher breathe
A life anew awaits beyond the walls of her confinement
She is shackled and tied fast within the bondage of conformity
Trying to see beyond the screen, giant, silver queen.
The crossroads are nearing
Small worlds are gathering softly
The canopy of the forest is wavering
Foreign winds travel the air this night
Arabian desert mist envelopes the town
The sweat is pouring a river Nile my skin.
In secret we have hidden
In shadows we remain
The midnight sun is rising
To run the golden game.
Existing only within the memories of our companions
Why would she, great monster incarnate
Wish to keep true dreamers apart?
The expectations of our bearers are lead weights
Upon the shoulders of we sweet warriors of light.
Saturday sun is piercing the clouds of winter’s descent
Still there is snow to come, snow to blanket the land numb.
Beauty is sleeping in the tower
As mountains shift in there position
Stirring revolution within the soul of the world.
poem by David Lacey
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The Feathers of Dreams
The midnight hour has long since past and still by candlelight I turn,
My eyes are burning with the strain of receiving all that surrounds them.
Naked as the day I was born I sense the dissolution of my limitations,
The spirit invoked, the last skin smoked and I am set free into the blanket night.
A light hearted melody fuels the motion of my mind and I dance
Wild and free upon the wings of expression adorned in the feathers of dreams.
As a Celtic knot wraps its shadow around my wrist a maiden appears in the shade,
The definition of her face is fading but there wading with the ghosts of a life
Long since lived she dwells, her emotion swelling upon the look within my eyes.
Offering her hand to me she offers freedom from this world of our awakening
Yet a shift in her smile allows her grace to lift one moment enough to see that
She is far from a position to offer the gifts she promises so lightly with her words.
She lies unheard of amongst those that would wish to measure her features
For she is beyond manifestation, she is creation adorned in the feathers of dreams.
With a pensive smile she embraced me, smothering me with her warm caress
And whispered into my ear ‘All is not as it once was, yet still all is one in the same.
Love thyself and love thy all and know that even when you have fallen I shall
Embrace you into my arms for I am all you aspire to be. I shall know you
Until your final dream and I shall walk with you through nightmares as I shall
Share with you the joys of the world. I shall drown in the sorrows of tomorrow
With you in my arms breathing fresh breath into your lungs until your day is done.
I am the sun as I am the moon as I am the flower in springtime bloom,
I am the blood that runs in your veins as I am the wind as I am the rain
I am the earth as I am the sky as I am the reason you wish you could fly.
I am the ghost of memories past, I am reflections in broken glass.
I am all and I am you and everything I say is true, believe and blessed be.’
As she spoke the last words of her wisdom she began to sink into the shade.
Fading by the moment she motioned a kiss upon the air as she ran her fingers
Through her hair and turned into the midnight sun, striding as one in perfect unity.
poem by David Lacey
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Wilderness
What sanctuary am I to seek beyond the blanket of your arms
When I can find no asylum in the eyes of another?
Familiar faces seem strange to me
A circle of kings surround me
A circle bound in time and set by destiny to strive
To live and be alive within the moment ever after.
I have forgotten the wisdom of the willow man's secret
I have lost the ability to see with eyes of ecstasy upon the world
As if it were of innocence.
Forget the night unwinding
I find myself in the arms of the one who holds me closest.
What is the dance without the dancer?
Think not that I have forgotten the love that lay fresh for you amongst the rotten.
We are as lost within the wilderness -
I have arrived at the town of my birth to find the generations lost to self destruction.
Is it a lifetime of parading the silver screen you seek?
Or is it that you would inspire the dreams of men?
We have created ourselves a world into which we sink
Free of the shackles of conformity
Free of the shackles of normality
Free of the shackles of reality
I am free for they shatter in binding my soul.
Deserted upon an island
Left alone through a mutiny of the soul
Underground unfound are we
Those souls of midnight ecstasy
That seek to set their spirit free
And be as one as all should be.
poem by David Lacey
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A Power Is Rising!
They are sailing for distant shores
Trying to find a little more
Trying to escape the trail of industrial horizons.
Driven from our paradise where are we to turn?
Who will open up their doors to us?
Relics of the person I once was are floating
Endless dust desert trails, seeking a soul that they can trust
In re assembling the form I knew before the storming of my years.
The looking glass is beckoning bliss with the promise of beauty
The reflection is a hollow facade, a mask of light in falsity.
Contemplation
Meditation
Appreciation
Each is a road worth wandering as
We turn within the shadows of ourselves.
Staring into the flames of visions empowering,
A power is rising! A power is rising!
Does it come as a surprise to find it in your eyes?
How can we strive towards that which we are?
How can we pray for oneness with the divine
If we are from before the moment of our birth a miracle sublime?
We are as angels with broken wings,
Devils walking upon the surface of our mother
Seeking in the arms of another the warmth of a lovers embrace.
Open up your eyes,
Wider than you ever thought imaginable
Until they slip beyond the sand castle walls of logics limitation.
Allow the tides of imagination to rise.
An ocean of souls, lost to the torment of heartbreak
Are shaking the foundations of my asylum sanctuary.
Let the nymphs of forest shadows to their dwellings within the womb of the earth
How many are there that are lost to the dreams of the night?
How many lost from the moment of birth?
Can you hear them?
Upon the wind as it whispers in wavering.
Savour the taste, taste the flavour
Don't waste it now, your one chance to loose
And gain a world beyond the realm of pain.
I need someone to have faith in me
Someone to help me paint myself a smile.
For I do not plant the seeds of ecstasy
But I help grow them all the while.
I dance the Dance of Seasons turning.
Beneath the yoke, the bright sun burning.
And I must have sailed for a thousand years
And I must have shed the skin of a thousand fears
Knowing all along that I sailed an ocean of fallen tears.
poem by David Lacey
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Do You Fear The Kingdom Of Shades?
Cycles in and out of time are moving endless circles in our minds
And we are one with the all. And we pretend that this is it,
Seeking to jest with lords and ladies at banquet halls
When the truth of humanity is to be found in the shadows of the city.
Here we are primal; here we forget what society expects of us
And we run, sometimes wild beyond the walls of our asylum
Sometimes wild within ourselves, tearing at every part of our sanity
We are as immaculate angels concealed within a human form so
That we may know beauty beyond what we are,
So that we may strive, and love and live to love.
Forget not that our ancestors strived to honor and love the world
Of which we were part, and now we are as ignorant children refusing to do our
Mother good when all she does for us is life.
Ask me not of suffering, or pain upon this plain
For the Balance is kept
Maybe by Gods, maybe by fate,
Maybe we can never be early or late
But believe it not
For who are we to surrender choice unto the gods
You have a voice
Use it
For we do not write to be read
We write to be heard.
Breathe and be relieved
That you are here
Now
And so easily you could not be
Look unto the skies and see what you feel
Look beyond the skies and see what is real.
The moment ever ending
The moment ever decomposing into the creation of the next
How many millennia hold there secrets in the loss of the serpents kiss?
Upon the shore there is a child, wild eyed in search of wisdoms bliss,
Faceless shadows form upon the surface of the void
Worlds are colliding, boundaries breaking
The flames of the inferno rise
And within the eyes of the devil
Stirs love sweet love to his surprise.
Would you dance with the devil
If he offered you the world?
Do you fear the kingdom of shades?
A cold and pristine beauty reflects within itself the origin of the soul
Here I am, confronting the god head of death,
Breathing fresher breath than ever I have known
See through death towards the other side of morning.
A Crystal Age is rising
Here we are at the dawn
Able to see what we never shall see
Able to hear what we never shall hear
Able to love all it is that we fear
Journey through the eyes of Orion
Throughout the abyss unfolding
Seek the source of wisdoms flowing
Seek upon your journey to know.
We run alone so far from home
Beneath a blazing sun
We claim our thrones of human bone
And claim our love is won.
Staring into the eyes of a Titan raging
What do you see?
Do you see the future past as the present now
Do you question how and why we're aging?
What is an answer with the question unset?
What is sorrow with naught to regret?
poem by David Lacey
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The Last Step
Cast in sadness, this torment's real.
I walk in shadows, my bliss is concealed.
In this hell I suffer alone
Life's betrayed me and turned me to stone.
I have crossed magic borders
Between life and death
White is the light that I see
Time and space is no longer for me
That's my sad destiny.
Plunged into disaster my bliss is forever
Gone and forgotten and I've left all behind.
Rising shadows, my twilight is here
(the) end of days I will not fear
Light is fading, my ending is near
Rhymes of laments are filling this sphere
I have crossed magic borders
Between life and death
White is the light that I see
Time and space is no longer for me
That's my sad destiny.
Plunged into disaster my bliss is forever
Gone and forgotten and I've left all behind.
Drowning in a lake of tears
I give you my farewell,
My soul is sinking deep in this well
And now I'll face my hell.
Rising shadows, my twilight is here
(the) end of days I will not fear
Light is fading, my ending is near
Rhymes of laments are filling this sphere
I have crossed magic borders
Between life and death
White is the light that I see
Time and space is no longer for me
That's my sad destiny.
Plunged into disaster my bliss is forever
Gone and forgotten and I've left all behind.
song performed by by Zonata
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The Night Is A Wild Beast Foaming
The night is a wild beast foaming at the teeth
The crescent moon a Cheshire cats smile
Keeping lunar illumination upon the clouds that pass on by.
The stars are pin prick holes in a shroud of death
Promising life upon the other side of the new day dawning.
As rising – re born from the ashes of the past
The solar phoenix is bursting forth upon the skylines of another realm
Here it is darkness – void – the abyss.
Here I find myself tangled within a web of delusional love
Missing the dream of kissing you
At the mercy of brutal and ruthless killers below
Those that cling to the memory of the shadow.
The river has burst its banks
The city is dying
Disease is eating away at the flesh of those breathing stagnant air.
Mothers are seeking there children in pits of tar
Fathers are slaying there Fathers in a motion to rise
Where are the children?
Those bright eyed starry gazed children, half crazed and rotting in the lair of the piper.
Maggots are nesting in the eyes of those still crying
As Mothers sigh, holding tightly in their arms the grey shades of still born babes.
What God will save them now?
What spirit of the forest night will rise to save those
That in their consumption of nature oppose the life of beauty incarnate.
What does a mirror look like?
If that clocks wrong, what’s right?
poem by David Lacey
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Cold Marble
So sure that the dream would last forever
Here I am now, just able to see the high water mark of emotions tide.
Shattered and left a hollow state,
My clay frame cracked.
Buck toothed hill dwellers swarm the shadows
The clock is breathing, organic mechanisms
Hidden beneath the orchard the child at the dropp of an apple yearns for wonderland.
As Alice walks in shadows she tries to understand.
Dying coral - drifting currents
Carry the ocean - we are the sea bed of future times
It is we who are the fossils of the future
We who now await the sun
We the young - born to be forgotten
Born fresh amongst the rotten
And lost to memories decayed through intoxication.
All we are is all we ever were
All we ever could be
Laugh for the time is now and never any other in fading.
Cold marble pressed against sweating skin
The floor of my asylum is a rivulet of luxury
Decadent memories of a former life stir reminiscence upon the midnight hour
I'm falling in failing to rise
Keeping open with a hope in faith my eyes
Still I fall
Still I am calling on lost gods.
I can hear above a promenade of whispers faint murmurings,
Memories of a life long since lived.
Clouded shadows guard my window pane.
My dog is a dog his own
Guardian of my home and soul support in times of need.
How many perversions can share he nightshade deadly to the virgins touch?
Old friends are loosing sense of themselves
The words they re arrange themselves
Leaving me in a placid state
I celebrate this secret bliss of mine
In holding hands with father time
Woven tight with silken gold
We are forever young and never old.
Could it be that I m to adorn the mask of disbelief
When all that surround me is a miracle sublime.
This moment yours and forever mine.
This moment out of time.
poem by David Lacey
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A Single Candle/Death Herself
A single flame lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death
Her hands clasped anrond their souls
The souls of the dead
She feeds of their screams
The screams of the dead
Her legs lay bellow her
Bellow death
Her black gown over her body
The body of death
Her chest rises and falls with her breath
The breath of death
Her cloak drawn over her long flowing jet hair
The face of death
Her eyes unmoved unfeeling
Do you see it?
Do you see the soul of death?
Do you feel it?
Her skin as white as snow as it fades into darkness
The snow of tears
Her cloths as dark as night that swallows the light
The dark we all shall see
Her eyes close as she feels their souls flow
Flow from the dead
She leaves them there to lay in darkness
She steals from the dead
A single candle lights their faces filled with her
Filled with death
They fall into the darkness of her eyes, of her heart
The darkness of death
A single candle shall stay to light their way
Their way through the dark
A single candle holds their past
The pain and trials
A single candle lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death herself
A single candle
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Facing Death In The Reflection Of Her Child’s Tear
Facing death in the reflection of her child’s tear
A weeping mother from some other world
Is seen to be holding on to a hope in fear
Keeping warm the memory of love beside the fireplace curled.
Late at night she prays, un-able to sleep,
Keeping watch until the day that no more is
Laughter new and moving in vibration
But an echo of fond memories fading.
She blankets the child in her flesh
Kissing him and breathing afresh new love.
Smothering with smiles and affection
The reflection of death within his eyes.
Slipping once more into the shadows
From which he came
His mother weeping, still unsleeping
Awaits reflections of death within her pain
She is seeking for that which absorbs her,
She is seeking that which will engulf her soul in solitude
Leaving her mourning, lamenting death in timeless rhythm
Forgetting the harmony of which we are part
Forgetting the eternity that exists
When lovers spend more than a moment apart.
She forgets that there is to be no regret upon this plain.
What sickness is it of heart and of soul that allows
Salvation to be preached without the kiss of ecstasy.
What horror is this to believe our world so fruitful
So beautiful is fallen as if it were inherently evil.
As if by adorning coats of skin we were dancing with the devil.
poem by David Lacey
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Should I Fear?
Here we are once more upon the turning of the wheel,
Here we are once more within a world where nothings real,
Deprived of sleep and keeping restless watch upon the shadows
I await the arrival of the summer’s heat to kiss upon my skin.
A New Age Is Rising
Should I fear?
Change is good the elders say
Now is no time for fear nor loathing nor love
Now is the moment to rise
And we shall my friend for I have seen death in an infants eyes
So let us rise
New horizons beckon
Let us follow the trail of the sun.
poem by David Lacey
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Zen Archer
Pretty bird with feathers falling
Pretty as a lady calling
For her pink and midnight lover
As she stares into the water
And a yellow moon is rising
And there can't be no disguising
That the pretty bird is dying
With a silver arrow lying at its side
Rivers of blood,
Oceans of tears,
Life without death,
And death without reason
To the whole united nations,
To your greatest expectations
To the moment that you realize
As a dark figure slips from out of the shadow
Pretty bird closes its eyes, pretty bird dies
Another pretty thing dead on the end of the shaft
Of the zen archer
A man in parts forgotten
With an outlook that is rotten
And an attitude to match it
Finds relief inside a hatchet
And he halved someone in boulder
Justifiability is in the hands of the beholder
And you just don't know what people will do next
Mountains of pain,
Valleys of love,
Death without life,
And life without meaning
To the promise kept and broken
To the love that's never spoken
Just as surely as i'm in your ears
A dark figure slips from out of the shadow
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Zen Archer
Pretty bird with feathers falling
Pretty as a lady calling
For her pink and midnight lover
As she stares into the water
And a yellow moon is rising
And there can't be no disguising
That the pretty bird is dying
With a silver arrow lying at its side
Rivers of blood,
Oceans of tears,
Life without death,
And death without reason
To the whole united nations,
To your greatest expectations
To the moment that you realize
As a dark figure slips from out of the shadow
Pretty bird closes its eyes, pretty bird dies
Another pretty thing dead on the end of the shaft
Of the zen archer
A man in parts forgotten
With an outlook that is rotten
And an attitude to match it
Finds relief inside a hatchet
And he halved someone in boulder
Justifiability is in the hands of the beholder
And you just don't know what people will do next
Mountains of pain,
Valleys of love,
Death without life,
And life without meaning
To the promise kept and broken
To the love that's never spoken
Just as surely as i'm in your ears
A dark figure slips from out of the shadow
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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The Temple Of Our Crown
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?
poem by David Lacey
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Creatures Of The Night
Searching in the darkness
Running from the day
Hiding from tomorrow
Nothing left to say
Victims of the moment
Future deep in doubt
Living in a whisper
'Til we start to shout
[Chorus]
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
Breathing in the madness
Spitting out the lies
Searching for an answer
Keep your alibis
Don't know where we're goin'
Just know where we've been
Remember when the clock strikes twelve
The losers always win
[Chorus]
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
[Solo]
Searching in the darkness
Running from the day
Hiding from tomorrow
Nothing left to say
Gathering up our courage
Ready for the fight
Howling in the shadows
'Til we start to bite
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Wild Eyes
As I sit here now
In the throne of my becoming
Numb with cold
And old with age.
Each page fresh
A life anew and breathing.
I feel at ease,
At one with the soul of the world forgiving
Living the moment
Within each movement in expression.
Each day I re arrange what it is to be so real
Never as I think and always as I feel.
Forever will it be such golden a dream
Such distant star moving silent silver gleams
Forever yet never to know
What the movements really mean.
Am I to forget myself in the memory ever loosing?
Am I to loose myself in the decision forever choosing?
Strange emotions stir
Wild eyes.
I feel the demon rising
So slow it stirs at first
The memory of the mountain within the serpents curse
Virgins mounds, unfound fantasies
Dance this night of mystery
Fall into the arms of twilight
Embrace the night as it finds you.
poem by David Lacey
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Forgetting
I have been having a lot of heat
While at rest or moving, I thought
I could be rich just by selling
The energy in the market hungry
The heat was restless rising temperature
Was I suffering from fever?
Whatever it was, when ever I sat down
To count would be amount in the account
With a pen and paper, surprisingly
I feel very cold suddenly,
Relieved but feel very uneasy
As I lost the would be money
I could not sell; I could not change my destiny!
What a pity! It is all the forgetting to blame
If I would not have forgotten, I could be a rich
But would be a mad man, which one I would be
Preferred rich or mad? The temperature is rising again
Not due to heat this time but for the thought
My life is in serious crisis as in the desert or drought.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Hast Thou Forgotten Me?
HAST thou forgotten me? the days are dark—
Light ebbs from heaven, and songless soars the lark—
Vexed like my heart, loud moans the unquiet sea—
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten me? O dead delight
Whose dreams and memories torture me to-night—
O love—my life! O sweet—so fair to see—
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten? Lo, if one should say—
Noontide were night, or night were flaming day—
Grief blinds mine eyes, I know not which it be!
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten? Ah, if Death should come,
Close my sad eyes, and charm my song-bird dumb—
Tired of strange woes—my fate were hailed with glee—
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten me? What joy have I?
A dim blown bird beneath an alien sky,—
O that on mighty pinions I could flee—
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten? Yea, Love’s horoscope
Is blurred with tears and suffering beyond Hope—
Ah, like dead leaves forsaken of the tree,
Thou hast forgotten me.
poem by Philip Joseph Holdsworth
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The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a summering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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