Awake

Feel the vibrations under skin

Blood inside follows a metronome

Pulsating electric vibes through bones 

Hands start swaying on their own 

To break free of this casket

rise from the vessel trapped in

In the speed of sound, drown

awake, rise, surf the rhythmic tides 

Tomorrowland, the destination

A gathering, a celebration

The sun shines on turntables 

the party never stops at night 

High on life, truly awake

This moment is a memory 

feed off the energy

the crowds been so hungry 

Music is what Tycho makes

I'm Awake .....

                       So alive...... 

                                           Spread love to the world. 

Author's Note

A poem about the band Tycho.. they make me feel rather lively

Reviews

[Stephanie K.]

The beginning of this piece was truly music to my ears. Even without rhyming it still had a beautiful rhythm and flow. Great work!

[KeeD]

Thank you, i'll be rewriting all the poems and adding them to the various books I have on here. Thank you appreciating this one xox

[MomzillaNC]

Intriguing imagery. I'm not familiar with the band, but the poem is a great tribute. I like the driving meter or this piece.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like this...and we can often do this to ourselves....we sleep like vampires just waiting for something to get our blood flowing again, to regain enthusiasm for life...

nicely done...

I like the analogy.