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!!!

[Gray Witch]

First work posted is always a very telling experience. This is no exception.

The verbs tell the story...tracing neon lights in a darkened room ...
Hypnotized
Materializing
Losing
Paralyzed
Pounding
Becoming
Liberating .... Great piece!

[Lucinda Bogart]

Isn't it amazing how music can transcend the here and now.....especially the thumping, driving beat. You described this so well.

[R J Askew]

Yeah, transatlantic high fives! This jives! I reckon there is a madness of life in most of us and, when we are young it just wants to leap around a bit...no reason. It just is. And music helps it out. Maybe the rhythms of music capture the unseen rhythms of the universe and life is some kind of rhythm. We then calm down for another five or six decades! This poem captures THE moment.

[E. M. Murren]

I never did X... too old. LOL I am 50... I played around punk clubs in LA... Whiskey a go go and places like that ... slam dancing stoned to whatever punk act played that night. LOL Lots of speed went around there... not much smoke... but lots of coke. I hated coke... so I drank myself silly instead. LOL My youth... aka the purple haze... a dream within a dream.

I like you poem. It feels young and we all know that youth is wasted on the wrong people. LOL It sure was on me. This is really an introspective read... for me as a reader. While expressing your youthful ways, it made me think of mine. Really fine work.

[Kees Kapteyn]

I too am deeply affected by music- my favourite music reaches in and moves me on a very fundamental level, so deep it can't be denied. I enter a zone where nothing exists but the music and I am in love with that power. I'm tempted to ask if this is induced by Ecstacy, because of the drug's seeming ability to make the user feel separated from his body. "As my body breaks free/And I start to believe/This body in motion/
Can not, will not be contained". Whether it is or not, I don't want to know, but the poem implies as much. I love the language you use- very sensual and rich! Very well done!

[Christian Walters]

Visually captivating, energetic and exciting.
I loved it.

[C R]

Wow, that's so amazing. Your images are great and so accurate. Awesome.

[Writer Of Life]

OKAY so, shame on me...
I read it before!!! Well, you know I did...but I for some reason I thought I reviewed it, I guess I didn't. NOW I AM.

Great piece...
Obviously free flowing word movement
nice to the eyes and thought provoking...
easy to feel
easy to speak
Obviously I loved the poem...I know exactly what you are talking about...and I apply this to my everyday life, just passionate.

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

Thank you
Love
Candi

[Maria Retz]

Great poem.

You have painted the picture of this rave that I felt it like being there

I don�t want to know
Anything but the sounds
Paralyzed in the enigmatic
Lucid truth of it all

This is how I feel when dancing and listening to the music, just become one with it

Thanks for sharing

Love

Maria

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Rave Days.. I remember a few. Dancing like crazy till dawn.

You captured it here, this sums it up.
Well written.

Peace