Come Together
As mystery ferments within the womb of Our Mother
We anticipate the rebirth of appreciation.
Meditate within your shell,
Build your heaven from the remnants of a hollow hell.
Ramble little lamb, forever onwards towards the horizon,
As clouds above form as child flown chariots, raining down
Strikes on inspiration. Forget regret.
The Muse she stirs my heart a blur,
As spiral constructs obstruct the glare
Of Apollo in his pride
High above, oh yellow yoke
The higher he’s a getting
The sooner will his race be run
The nearer he’ll be to setting.
Towers cooling bellow smoke into the purity of the skyline.
Tainting yellow, a sickly shade the skin of those fools
Who would dig a hole with the palms of their hands,
If only to find a spade.
The void beckons beyond the flick of a switch,
In absence of substance the soul feeds upon itself.
Catering for carelessness, placing consideration upon the shelf.
Sing Bard Sing
Oh what a Love it is you bring.
Satisfy my soul in grooving the
Story untold.
An ode to un-named Gods un-tamed.
Never to be seen by waking wise.
Roaming through the wilderness
Crimson fury in their eyes.
Recognition fuels their strength
They seek a guardian tribe.
They seek their recognition so they may
Dwell secure within a swelling pride.
Still they retain a power that surpasses
All but the Fates who rule as the hand unseen.
Waking eyes seek no surprises.
They expect the sun in the sky by day.
Seek the midnight source unseen.
Let it guide your way.
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poem by David Lacey
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