Rave Days

Older piece recapturing of my misspent youth

A sea of bodies pressing into an ocean of dreams

Captivated by the tracing neon lights in a darkened room

Hypnotized by a collaboration of man and machine

Materializing baseline and beats

 

Losing a vanishing grip of an imaginary authenticity

Finding pure ecstasy in this chemical ecstasy

Tonight I stitch these eyes close

Tape this mouth shut

 

I don’t want to know

Nothing but the sounds

Paralyzed in the enigmatic

Lucid truth of it all

 

Pounding rifts in my mind

As the D.J. spins it one more time

I continue to keep on Rollin

So I can feel utterly real

 

Becoming one with this

Room of living dead fools

Liberating myself to this

Symphony of lights and sounds

 

As my body breaks free

And I start to believe

This body in motion

Can not, will not be contained

Author's Note

Older piece recapturing of my misspent youth

Reviews

[Linda Crawford Ortiz]

Rob. A few corrections, small but needed: stitch the eyes close(d); Nothing but the sounds should be anything but the sounds; Liberating FROM or SURRENDERING to--this/symphony...

Other than that...even an old woman like me feels the freedom of one at a rave--yes, I understand where you're coming from, but only because i watch a lot of tv and I am a film buff. But--tho' I was never and would never...I feel the excitement of such a hypnotic event. I can nearly hear the bass and see the lights as they keep the rhythm to the beat. This is quite the exciting descriptive write!!!

[lostintheworld]

wow- blast from the past here.
you captured this perfectly, beautifully.... now i'm jonesin'...

[Deep in the Woodline...]

Well, the style, flow and word use is fine, but I am in strange waters here and don't have a clue. Now, I can tell you how to act the fool on moonshine whiskey! I have seen people rave and go mad on that, but some how I don't think that is what you are getting at here. But the working of this looks great to me Robert.

[Crap!]

X-rated poetry glowsticks in motion blood pounding with drums behind ears

[Edward]

good times. The end was good, i think the end describes the feeling well.

As my body breaks free
And I start to believe
This body in motion
Can not, will not be contained

[Robert Luna]

Before anyone corrects me on the word Rollin it is a drug term for doing X.

[Diggy Dee]

this is really good, i love raves, there like a small peice of heaven to me. you really captured a lot of how you felt in this, i knew exactly what you felt. good job
dee