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?
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The Devil Arises As Dionysus
There we are as children running
In the fields of our youth
Un-aware that the clouds of cotton candy innocence
That gather above our forms
Are future storms unwinding
What defense have we against the hounds of smug faced intolerance?
What defense against those that would have us burnt for our beliefs?
A crimson devil dressed in white
Dances for the souls delight
Within the moment now and then
The sword is crippled by the pen.
There is music upon the air here
Rhythms new and intoxicating
The Devil arises as Dionysus to lead the dance,
The horned god from the moist night enveloping
Incites madness within the hearts of our kin,
Fueling towards the notion to rise here we are
Starry eyed children lost within another’s dream.
Her mother is burning, the child’s eyes swell
And higher they raise the temples of hells forgetting.
She is watching, keeping caged the pain now raging,
Her skin is aging eons as the seconds pass
And they are laughing, watching as the child
Floods the memory with a waterfalls cascade of fear.
And buried without grace, remembered with no face
She is left to burn, as they turn, the gathered, and the ignorant
Dirt ridden with guilt, surrounding with smiles the pyre they built.
A Circle of girls entwining is moving in and out of time,
The forest night is silent, even the gods watch with intent.
The rhythm is fresh, new and slow alike a springtime morning,
Virgin flesh is writhing in a frenzy of cyclictic motions,
An ocean of orgy devours inhibition, blood stained satin sheets and satyrs
Are parading monstrous phallics towards the doors of the vaginal mansion.
These girls have never known penetration before but here
Within the motions of the dance they know ecstasy as real,
They feel throbbing hearts pounding, breaking down reality.
Laughter, screams, orgasms fuel the madness of the dance.
Blood flows a river of crimson delight as we dance the night eternal.
Spirits are rising, faint shadows of another world are moving upon our plain.
And I am as one with my shadow myself, delving into a world of secret seductions.
Leaving sanity upon a shelf of indifference and rising towards radiance.
Dance with me, leave sanity behind and ride the wind just for a night.
Banshees shriek beside valkeries riding upon a tempest riot
As we dance, chancing upon the moment to rise.
Changing with the skies as we rise unable to fall,
Calling out to the honor of the dance to forgive us
But no hope is there for foolish lovers of the nightmare
There's something lost here
Swallowed by the shadow of fear
There's something left un-shown
Forever lost unknown
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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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She of the Craft
She enters the room
All eyes turn
All eyes burn
Her skin
Her skin is cold
Colder still to the
Touch of tender
Lustful gazes
In Crazed mistrust
Of the heart
Of God
Of Man
Of Woman
We are lost
Lost are we
Lost to the touch
Of angel dust
She leaves the room
Leaving them chained
Manacled
Bondage bound
Lost unfound
They remain
Insane
Within the insanity
Of the night that
Beckoned them to
Forest depths
Her skin is ash
Her skin is frost
Her skin is sand
Her skin is lost.
Scarred earth
Charcoal soil
Freshly cut primrose
I’m bleeding
I’ll heal
Though thorns
Have cut me deep
Can u see them?
Hear them?
They dance in shadows
Circles by twilight
Dead flowers
Ruined temples
Decay
Silent streets
Can you hear voices?
The ghosts are
Witness to soulful murder
Vultures claw at the jelly sweet eyes
Of the bodies that line the streets.
Blood Red Rivers flow liquid death
Over mangled maggot ridden corpses.
Does it make you feel alive?
Does it incite you in the motion to rise?
Where is she now?
What is she doing?
Is she laughing?
Is she crying?
Does she remember my name?
Will she sing for me?
In knowing her to exist
New temples erect
In honour of her presence upon this plain.
She a wild snaked eyed goddess
She a beauty of raven tones
Deserves the worship of the gods
Fire
Earth
Water
Air
She of the craft
She who smiled and stirred the alchemy of my soul.
She who opened up her heart to me upon our first encounter
I miss her, the girl I met but once
Within some ecstasy fuelled dream time sanctuary
Where we danced a thousand years
In each others arms
We felt safe
So far away from the harm of vicious men
Where she now?
What is she doing?
Is she laughing?
Is she sighing?
Does me remember the songs we played?
Does she wish to lift her chest in the
Knowledge that tomorrow never knows?
It’s been too long now without contact.
I invoke the spirit of unison to bring forth this angel into my life once more
For she is all that I could ask for
She of the feathered claw.
Where is she now?
Why isn’t she knocking at my door?
All it is I can hope for is that the fates have sewn a tapestry of beatific vision
With I and my fairy princess hand in hand
I pray that we will one day walk this land as one in unison
Holding dear the love that paints the sky pastel shades by sunset.
For once words can not express
Nor colours paint the mood that she brought me to embrace
And so I keep my faith in fate beside faith in the choices we make as our own.
I keep faith that once day we may call the same hearts home.
She my snake eyed goddess of the highest esteem.
Foreplay
Worship
Devotion
Undying Loyalty
Love in motion.
Truth
Trust
Love
Lust
All you feel
Is all that’s real
And I know that I would feel her beyond eternity’s wall of sleep
I know that I shall keep real and ready the love I hold for her
Though I may grow old and tired of waiting
To meet her once was promise enough that an angel such as her
Would not grace once alone this life of mine.
So father time
So father sky
So mother earth
Hear the forest child cry
For I am sighing in and out of agony
With the thoughts of never knowing true the touch of her flesh again
Allow her to remember the connection we felt
May she dream of me as I dream of her?
Hope
Hope is all I have
Hope of once more hearing the words
I love you.
poem by David Lacey
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All Hearts Into The Sun
Why it is the sun is burning?
Why it is that we are growing?
Each day towards the next,
Staring into the past as we gaze unto the skies
Wishing upon stars, long since lost unto the ether.
We are new here, yet still so rotten old,
Consciousness devouring,
Universal showering,
We grow and we are grown.
Upon the earth that we call home
All life and love depends,
We dimensions letters send.
Calling home lost spirits,
Come father, come mother,
Into the great wild wood unknown,
Stretch your hammock webbed amongst the branches.
Let us watch the spirits dance,
What shapes in lessons will we learn,
And call again home,
So many years from now
Still in asking why?
We forget for asking how?
How is it I’m here?
How is it I fear,
The land I knew when I was born?
Tell me,
Does the moon fear the rising dawn?
Does the sun fear the shadow of the night?
All is light,
All tight the energy embracing,
Heart beats set control to racing.
Keep your pace.
Know your face.
Find your time in time and space.
All love forever one,
All hearts into the sun,
And I shall see you there,
Feathers wrapped in beams of hair,
Phoenix from the ash,
Future from the past.
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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Moonshine Find Me
Through vast pine forests they have searched
They are leaving the country
Seeking clarity within the labyrinth of city streets unwinding.
Moonshine find me.
I have awoken and for the first time in my life known the bliss of love as real.
And here I am at my journeys end
Having found my love in the arms of a friend,
And What greater love is there to seek
Than the love that makes your knees grow weak?
Can you hear upon the wind the stories of our forefathers?
A thousand dreams are sewn it seems from petals in descent.
And smiling lost within the moment present... what could I resent?
Fed upon the fruits of the earth
Drinking water from the freshest springs
Here I am within the moment of rebirth
Here to spread my wings
Ascending into flight
Rising out of sight.
I have torched the temple of my adolescence
And here I find myself building within the bounds of sacred measures.
Here I find myself building mausoleums to entomb the treasures I have sought upon my journey.
Running wild into the woods at night, running from sirens
The girl is caught upon the barbed fence.
We study our scriptures under translation, losing more than we can ever gain.
Hollow trenches beneath his eyes
Gaunt
The night is a wild beast foaming
And we the children roaming
Dance for the chance to rise and to stare
Wide eyed into the eyes of eternity's unwinding.
poem by David Lacey
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We Eternal
Prepare yourself my child for the time is rising
And it is we the young - we eternal - we unknown
Who are to weave in to the pages of the great wheel turning
The story itself is a wild beast yearning
Yearning for the bliss of wisdoms kiss and learning
Learning day by day to keep the world away.
Isolated - Desolate and dressed in forest shadows
Can you hear the music of mountain caverns?
They claim the clock to breath and that our mother has no pulse.
The sun has arisen and once more the southern soil beneath my feet begins to bake in the rising heat
The streets in the town beyond the horizons are tarmac snakes devouring
Hour by hour the restless - the faceless are lost
And here upon the boundary of the generations
I stand knowing that all that has passed has been for the good of all,
She welcomes death with the kiss of a blackened heart.
Always seeking to touch the untouchable
Always seeking to reach the unreachable
Where am I to be found?
Lost upon a lonely beach building castles in the sand?
Have we been handed the key to our paradise lost?
Laid to rest amongst the memory of forgetting
How am I ever to recover from the sun in setting?
The scene of the night is a cold vibration
Strange girls parade in uniform outside my window
Socks and sandals - Bikes without handles
Too many panes I've leant against
Too many shallow reflections have known my fading smile.
Where could a path so broken lead?
Succumbing to some numb fear inducing paralysis
Here we are, testing the boundaries of space and time
Measuring in foul laboratories the minds of lab rats wired.
Dehydrated upon the verge of revolution
How are we to take the final step?
Beyond the edge unknown to those who have not crossed into oblivion
Creating miniature mythologies around ourselves
We become - transform into the story told
Forever young and never old.
Upon the floor of the house of mysteries they duel for the purpose of harmony.
And each day I look with clearing eyes
The hanging gardens await, exotic perfumes cling to the memory of forgetting
Explosions, shattered inhibitions.
A toast to those true dreamers of nightmares shade.
poem by David Lacey
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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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Till We Cease
i'll take the plunge
before you
let us meet death as one
together
walking alone together forever
take my hand
as you took my heart
death steals my pulse
as you stole my heart
past the first time, to the wedding band
death cant break our hands apart
i know it in the flecks of your eyes
even if we die
our hearts wont die
a single solitude together
we walk together
alone and consumed in death
forever
promise you wont ever
let my hand
my heart
go
the fire in you soul
lights our way
hoping its a blackhold
just think....
lost forever
together
with my love
catch the blood flow
in the heart
the beat of my heart
in sync with the beat of our steps
maybe well stop to rest
make me yours
make you mine
you inside me, inside this night
and at the end
of forever
hold my hand tight
dont let go
till we cease to breath this dank death
you had my life, and now the rest
with your eyes holding my eyes
our eyes a firelight
of passion
torches burning to the soul
my guide through a blackhole
my hand and yours melted so tight
making eachother ours in this night
firelight your eyes
the love that never dies
poem by Kathryn Garner
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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.
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Death, Inevitable Death
Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.
Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’
Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?
Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Death is... A Compilation of Death Poetry
(10/05/2000)
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness & pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
Death is cruel,
Death is unfair,
Why death?
Does death care?
Death is unkind,
Death breaks hearts,
Why death?
Do you like to part?
Death is here,
Death is there,
Why death?
Why be everywhere?
Death is the end,
Death is to die,
Why death?
To make people cry?
Death was created,
Death is still here,
Why death?
We live in fear,
Death is death,
Death is dead,
Why death?
Because death said.
Death is forever, so don’t flirt with death
Death is painful, so stay away from knifes
Death is not for lovers, so don’t die
Death is not for me, so don’t even try
Death is never clear, so be careful
Death is never fun, so stay away from strangers
Death is never pleasing, so don’t get caught up in the hype
Death is never fair, so get use to it
Death is always occurring, so don’t forget it
Death is never what u expect, so expect the unexpected
Death is not for you, so please don’t give up
Death is forever, so don’t forget that
poem by Shenise Ashmeade
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Beyond
It seemeth such a little way to me
Across to that strange country – the Beyond;
And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be
The home of those whom I am so fond,
They make it seem familiar and most dear,
As journeying friends bring distant regions near.
So close it lies, that when my sight is clear
I think I almost see the gleaming strand.
I know I feel those who have gone from here
Come near enough sometimes, to touch my hand.
I often think, but for our veiled eyes,
We should find heaven right round about us lies.
I cannot make it seem a day to dread,
When from this dear earth I shall journey out
To that still dear country of the dead,
And join the lost ones, so long dreamed about.
I love this world, yet shall I love to go
And meet the friends who wait for me, I know.
I never stand above a bier and see
The seal of death set on some well-loved face
But that I think ‘One more to welcome me,
When I shall cross the intervening space
Between this land and that one “over there”;
One more to make the strange Beyond seem fair.’
And so for me there is no sting to death,
And so the grave has lost its victory.
It is but crossing – with a bated breath,
And white, set face – a little strip of sea,
To find the loved ones waiting on the shore,
More beautiful, more precious than before.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Love Before the Fall
If ever there was one you lost
Either to the sun or to the frost,
Know this, a secret bliss of mine
That everything you ever loved
Alongside everything you ever will
Are one and one in the same.
Every time you love you shall love
All you have loved in the past,
Whether they be places or faces
Lost to memories archives,
They are there, in the trees,
In the sapling, in the valley
Whole they breathe, living still
To receive the love you allow to
Flow throughout your soul.
All you have loved exists beyond
The reach of Death's shadow cast.
All you have loved exits beyond
And shall forever last. So sit,
Sit upon the ground, upon the hill,
Still and embrace the faith you
Could so easily wear upon your
Sleeve in a world without suspicion.
Search the clouds for your loved
Ones smile, swim the ocean sky
For a while and know that though
They may be a thousand miles away
In a different world they remember
You as a soul they left behind.
Those that know are constantly shown,
Revealed to them is the secret concealed,
Healed are they of mourning
Just as peeled are the mysteries of deaths blanket.
All you love is one, and those that
You have lost whether to the hand of death
Or to the foreign soil of a distant land
Well just know that they are all that
Makes you smile upon this plain,
They are the girls you will kiss in
Every future life you bless with your
Presence and never forget that you are
As they to those that love you
And forever a thousand souls shall
Smile your way when they gaze upon
Far distant mountain ranges for though
You have changed and been known strange
To the senses in a thousand forms
So you have been the most familiar kiss
So you have been one in all with bliss
Thus is the love of all,
Thus is love before the fall.
poem by David Lacey
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Blue Queen
One last time I am to suffer in agony for my love of ecstasy
One last time I am to offer myself to the gods of midnights hour.
Fresh death within a cage of flesh is calling
Upon my knees I find my body falling
What elder god's shall bear witness to my sacrifice?
Who shall be the suckling babe upon the blood of the night?
Who shall be the chosen light to shine upon the end of time?
A halo of light surrounding
The memory of life forever grounding
Until we drink and take joy from the river of life’s forgetting.
The prophet and the underground
Upon the shoreline there is a child by the day
Asking questions to all that pass him by,
He seeks the city beneath the waves
He seeks a womb anew within the tomb of the Blue Queen sleeping.
Yet as the moon arises to take reign of the night
His skin sheds from his form and he is the serpent sand,
The movement of the torching dunes, he carries the answers secured within the day realm
And delivers them to the minds of those who dare not ask yet are forever searching.
His lover is the Lady of the Water, and from her sleep within the golden realm she awakes to bless with bliss her lover,
Silver lips, ice blue eyes,
She who is the muse of this shoreline lover, this serpent of midnight sand
Each day the sea is absorbed into the sand
Each day the sand, a thousand shells lost to the movement of the waves slips back unto the sea.
When he is weary of the sun he gathers his possessions - a conch shell a gift from his lover,
a batter hat that keeps the sun from his head and his walking staff decorated with various gifts from the ocean.
The bird his friend is the wind and the wind that carries the waters to the mountains to water the land upon which the man lives,
The man can fly upon the birds back but can not see through its eyes
Where as when the blue queen dreams she sees all that the bird sees
poem by David Lacey
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The Journey
Watch the river pass on by
Listen as the children cry
The dream has crumbled
Tumbling down the dream has crumbled
Faint echo’s of the memory gather in the groves of my mindscape
The time has come for the solar god to rise.
Apollo, phoenix from the ashes.
I have cast in my folly all that lay sacred to me.
The Dragon’s art enriddled, the art of art revealed.
The secret lay lost to the memory of forgetting.
Our journey has change course
The winds, the winds have turned against our favour.
Overwhelmed by an addiction breeding,
Defenceless upon my knees
I refuse to serve you now
I would rather lay low in a shallow grave.
The journey
The journey engulfing.
Open fields the senses yield
Alive and well I am she cried
As she laid down to kiss the sky
I will never die she sighed
As a tear dropped from her eye.
I have laid to waste the fantasy of evolving.
New friends and open smiles
Close me in your while.
Rise now to know
The kiss of bliss is morning snow.
His mistress distressed – undressed for her pay
Pass on by to sanctuary
I will find you there.
We set sail tomorrow for ports unknown.
The sea queen – slow dreamer
Movement of the earth
The city swells beneath our feet
The trees are stacked in cathedral contortions
I face the sun in setting.
The talisman evolves itself
Blossoms in the wildest shade
Never to fade but only to grow
Destroyed, its work is once more with all
By Adam Eve before the fall.
I’m gaining more within a realm of pain
Than I ever could by forgetting your name.
The prophecy fulfils itself
The blueprint divine is etched
The surface is scratched and what do you find?
Your mind.
Our mother princess patchwork
I remember now the way we would sing
And beat matchsticks on the ground
Lost and found I am they say.
Lost a child of the night in the day.
The words are a power unto themselves
The words are worlds recurring.
Senses souring
Blood sweat pouring
There’s no time for vanity in this insane hour
The clock has lost its face
And I feel out of place in a world of screwed perceptions
I see now the hills are giants slumbering
And here I am, numb within madness
Still….There’s no time for sadness.
Father of lies
Born from the seed of deceit
Awaiting the friend I love the most
The ghost of hosts I love the most
An architect of grand design
A vagabond of dreams divine
Two lovers, frozen in time
Slow burning is the candle lit
Find me a new skin.
This life a doorway
This life a portal to a million worlds
And laid beside my guardian curled
I am as one within without myself.
She is coming to heal
She who steals my heart in fleeting
Why is it I can not forever listen with open ears?
I have laid myself defenceless to the shore
I have left myself wanting more?
Asking of myself, what is it I’m here for?
Where the hell is the door?
The river run dry
There are no tears to cry
I wonder why
As I lay down to die.
The journey will never near completion
One colour will merely merge into the next
First sight – a white room warming
New life – the smell of morning
Fresh and rosy fingered dawn
Comes with blackbirds swarming
The dance can not complete itself.
Dream with me of brighter skies
Of answers to the question why
Why it is we live to die
To try, yet always fail.
Sail with me the ocean eyes of my goddess undressed.
Learn to live within yourself
Learn to love the world around you
Even when its raining sh*t
And all that sh*t surrounds you
Outside a sky of blue is fading in and out of grey
Inside a crimson sky is dawning all throughout the day.
The senses numbed as defences succumb
To dread fear of revolution
Beneath the sun we’ll have our fun
Turning cycles in evolution.
Creation destroys the age old toys
Of wood nymphs, their forest homes
Relations coy fulfil no joy
When I’m chewing on the bone.
Alone! Alone and never grown
In seeking love so far from home.
And here I remain
A King without a throne
poem by David Lacey
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17.46 - A Time Out of Time
17.46
Tornado, windmills rush in their spin,
Whirlwind songs for angels to sing.
I have dropped and fallen and now is the time to rise
I await, besides a half full bottle of ale
Rolling skin after skin together
Mixing my concoctions for the night.
Here, still and calm
I know the storm that gathers upon the horizon and I am ready.
Promising to myself never to be scared when offered the key to the kingdom of shades.
The smell of weekend sweat is embedded into my skin
My hair declares the desire for the kiss of water
Yet I know that tomorrow is the day of my cleansing
Tonight I am red dirt, an un-shirted angel
Flirting with the devil in my heart.
17.59
Strange waves of emotion are moving over my whole,
My soul is shaking and voices unheard are now screaming for attention,
The music flows and I am more and more aware of the base,
The rhythm of the heartbeat moving in time with my own
And the talisman is complete; I am riding with love upon a wave of serenity.
I can no longer feel my face, my body is out of place yet still
Above the echoes and the screams of all that lay unknown within my dimensions
I hear the voice of my heart, keeping my peace and releasing me from the thoughts of blue sinking. For forever I am thinking, taking in the vibrations, the colours, the light that surrounds me, and embracing the darkness that moves below.
I can feel my gaze shift; the material realm is loosing any sense of reality
Yet still I can write and think and look and know a familiar smile when I see you
Hung upon the galleries of my wall.
Strange things have happened this night, yet ever as we are changing
We are deranging from the moment of our birth
Growing towards decay only to start the cycle anew
Yet there are no cynical motives here for the cycle is to be embraced
Just as is the drum beat that entices us into tribal motions
Chanting as we are entrancing ourselves with words beyond the meaning of the day realm.
To a friend today I handed one hundred years of solitude
This I offered as a gift to open his heart to the soul of the world
He is a writer, a poet, a dreamer but he who may shed down upon the earth into material Manifestation all that may dream of.
If you want to know I’ll show you
I’ll show you what it takes to embrace creation beyond a morbid wish for death.
As I handed him solitude in a world far from his own we quested upon the subject of Choice in death, we questioned the subject of life reborn and breathed fresh breath anew Upon this plain, this very plain. If we had the choice to know the afterlife as we would Wish it would we choose to be reborn or to drift in a cloudy cotton candy heavens?
Would some choose to lavish and embrace the fires of hell,
Dressed in leather and abused by feminine devils divine?
Would we choose to dine in Asgard with valkeries moving over our heads,
Calling on the gods that wish to subdue the night?
Would we choose a desert oasis?
Or one kiss of the girl we loved as a memory for eternity?
To die tomorrow and be asked
What now?
18.28
Come ride with me another realm
And take my love straight by the helm
And ride with me come smile with me
Forever lost in fantasy
We can love and love it all
We can rise and we can fall
We are as rocks
We are as sand
We are the land and the land is us
Lost inside of us breathing.
19.51
I have talked to voices old and new
And seen discriminating faces subdued.
My jaw is locked so tightly in a grip that if the winds would change
I would be left with a face that only a mother could love,
My jaws are shaking, ecstasy running through my soul
A kiss for bliss and wish for dreams
23.39
Many hours have been lost to obscurity,
My jaw has relentlessly crawled the ceilings
And I feel ever so strange,
Ever so deranged and more so by the second
But a thousand worlds are one before my eyes
As I twist and turn within my seat.
poem by David Lacey
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Death - The Gift of Life
There’s nothing certain but death
Nor beyond nor before
We are born and live to die
Death the only gift of life
We fret; make noise, shout and cry
We skid from hills to valley and back
Get torn among home, work and friends
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We fight, we scream, we spurn
We step on each others’ toe
All to achieve and amass
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Walk we straight with pride
Look we people in the eye
Seldom do we stop and stoop
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We make friends, yet sly
Break hearts and water eyes
Too proud to bend or mend
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Each death promise another
Our last breath gives forth life
To another birth to die again
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Never can we live past in life
In death we reach the very start
From grains we come, to grains we go
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
poem by Thomas PJ New Delhi
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The Pilgrims
Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass
Singing? and is it for sorrow of that which was
That ye sing sadly, or dream of what shall be?
For gladly at once and sadly it seems ye sing.
--Our lady of love by you is unbeholden;
For hands she hath none, nor eyes, nor lips, nor golden
Treasure of hair, nor face nor form; but we
That love, we know her more fair than anything.
--Is she a queen, having great gifts to give?
--Yea, these; that whoso hath seen her shall not live
Except he serve her sorrowing, with strange pain,
Travail and bloodshedding and bitterer tears;
And when she bids die he shall surely die.
And he shall leave all things under the sky
And go forth naked under sun and rain
And work and wait and watch out all his years.
--Hath she on earth no place of habitation?
--Age to age calling, nation answering nation,
Cries out, Where is she? and there is none to say;
For if she be not in the spirit of men,
For if in the inward soul she hath no place,
In vain they cry unto her, seeking her face,
In vain their mouths make much of her; for they
Cry with vain tongues, till the heart lives again.
--O ye that follow, and have ye no repentance?
For on your brows is written a mortal sentence,
An hieroglyph of sorrow, a fiery sign,
That in your lives ye shall not pause or rest,
Nor have the sure sweet common love, nor keep
Friends and safe days, nor joy of life nor sleep.
--These have we not, who have one thing, the divine
Face and clear eyes of faith and fruitful breast.
--And ye shall die before your thrones be won.
--Yea, and the changed world and the liberal sun
Shall move and shine without us, and we lie
Dead; but if she too move on earth and live,
But if the old world with all the old irons rent
Laugh and give thanks, shall we be not content?
Nay, we shall rather live, we shall not die,
Life being so little and death so good to give.
--And these men shall forget you.--Yea, but we
Shall be a part of the earth and the ancient sea,
And heaven-high air august, and awful fire,
And all things good; and no man's heart shall beat
But somewhat in it of our blood once shed
Shall quiver and quicken, as now in us the dead
Blood of men slain and the old same life's desire
Plants in their fiery footprints our fresh feet.
--But ye that might be clothed with all things pleasant,
Ye are foolish that put off the fair soft present,
That clothe yourselves with the cold future air;
When mother and father and tender sister and brother
And the old live love that was shall be as ye,
Dust, and no fruit of loving life shall be.
--She shall be yet who is more than all these were,
Than sister or wife or father unto us or mother.
--Is this worth life, is this, to win for wages?
Lo, the dead mouths of the awful grey-grown ages,
The venerable, in the past that is their prison,
In the outer darkness, in the unopening grave,
Laugh, knowing how many as ye now say have said,
How many, and all are fallen, are fallen and dead:
Shall ye dead rise, and these dead have not risen?
--Not we but she, who is tender and swift to save.
--Are ye not weary and faint not by the way,
Seeing night by night devoured of day by day,
Seeing hour by hour consumed in sleepless fire?
Sleepless: and ye too, when shall ye too sleep?
--We are weary in heart and head, in hands and feet,
And surely more than all things sleep were sweet,
Than all things save the inexorable desire
Which whoso knoweth shall neither faint nor weep.
--Is this so sweet that one were fain to follow?
Is this so sure where all men's hopes are hollow.
Even this your dream, that by much tribulation
Ye shall make whole flawed hearts, and bowed necks straight?
--Nay, though our life were blind, our death were fruitless,
Not therefore were the whole world's high hope rootless;
But man to man, nation would turn to nation,
And the old life live, and the old great world be great.
--Pass on then and pass by us and let us be,
For what light think ye after life to see?
And if the world fare better will ye know?
And if man triumph who shall seek you and say?
--Enough of light is this for one life's span,
That all men born are mortal, but not man:
And we men bring death lives by night to sow,
That man may reap and eat and live by day.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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We are the Children as we are the Dead
I am the rain as I am the storm
I am the leaf as I am the tree
I am the soil as I am the worm
I am the soul and I am free.
I am the bee as I am the hive
I am the ant as I am the hill
I am the corpse as I am alive
I am the birth as I am the kill.
We are the children as we are the dead
We are the free as are those that are bound
We are the children as we are the dead
We are as lost, we are as found.
I am the cow as I am the herd
I am the blade as I am the field
I am the whispering secret unheard
I am the farmer as I am the yield.
I am the nothing as I am the all
I am the rise as I am the fall
I am the death of spirit anew
I am the red the yellow the blue
I am the king as I am the queen
I am the plauge as I am the cure
I am the world as I am a dream
I am the secret of lusts sweet allure.
I am the wind as I am the earth
I am the sea as I am the fire
I am the songs the sirens may sing
Promising everything you may desire.
I am the fool as I am the crowd
I am the silence as I am loud
I am as heavy as I am light
I am as blind as I may have sight.
We are the children as we are the dead
We are the homeless that wish to be fed
We are the teachers of children at school
We are the children who break all the rules.
We are as one or as nothing at all
We are one throughout the fall
I am death and I am alive
I am the bee I am the hive.
poem by David Lacey
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