"raver" poems
For the record, I suppose it should be stated I lost my soul in Vegas.
I would love to go back there and find it among those glittering lights and buffet tables of never-ending artful desserts.
It's funny that all I really remember are those pretty desserts and fried mashed potatoes.
I want those things back.
I'm like a raver with those lights.
I want to consume them.
I want to glow in my pores.
Not the cliched glow that wraps itself around the impregnated many,
but the glow that comes from sitting next to neon for too long.
That it could somehow stain you.
Rub off like fairy dust on skin.
That I could fly away due to its energy or wishful thinking.
Take me back to Vegas,
where they still hand that out for free by the boatload.
I need not gamble.
I need not glad-hand.
I would simply sit idly by the buzzing of pinks and blues and greens and reds.
And me and those cheap 1920's lights will have a moment,
a moment I can share with the cocktail waitress who asks me for the third time if I'm sure I don't need a little refresher drink.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
I
All all and all the dry worlds lever,
Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,
All from the oil, the pound of lava.
City of spring, the governed flower,
Turns in the earth that turns the ashen
Towns around on a wheel of fire.
How now my flesh, my naked fellow,
Dug of the sea, the glanded morrow,
Worm in the scalp, the staked and fallow.
All all and all, the corpse's lover,
Skinny as sin, the foaming marrow,
All of the flesh, the dry worlds lever.
II
Fear not the waking world, my mortal,
Fear not the flat, synthetic blood,
Nor the heart in the ribbing metal.
Fear not the tread, the seeded milling,
The trigger and scythe, the bridal blade,
Nor the flint in the lover's mauling.
Man of my flesh, the jawbone riven,
Know now the flesh's lock and vice,
And the cage for the scythe-eyed raver.
Know, O my bone, the jointed lever,
Fear not the screws that turn the voice,
And the face to the driven lover.
III
All all and all the dry worlds couple,
Ghost with her ghost, contagious man
With the womb of his shapeless people.
All that shapes from the caul and suckle,
Stroke of mechanical flesh on mine,
Square in these worlds the mortal circle.
Flower, flower the people's fusion,
O light in zenith, the coupled bud,
And the flame in the flesh's vision.
Out of the sea, the drive of oil,
Socket and grave, the brassy blood,
Flower, flower, all all and all.
2.7k
Copious amounts of lava
seeping over the table
steaming mugs of java
cutting off the cable.
Rara Avis is a Latin term
no sneakers for me today
eaten by the Conqueror Worm
during the month of May.
Date **** drugs
and Sugar Twin
white punk thugs
chasing Rin-Tin-Tin.
Rainbows of black
babies howling out loud
guerilla attacks
a huge raver crowd.
Windshield wipers
with ribbons attached
little sticky diapers
and gates made of thatch.
Alphagetti monsters
smoking a jay
card-carrying punsters
greasy burgers on a tray.
Cute cotton *******
on lithe little nymphs
disappearing shanties
owned by drugged-up pimps.
Rhymes gone bad
a little cash in my pocket
hanging at the pad
and watching Davy Crockett.
People eating doughnuts
***** up on the beaches
hips that do the low strut
and blood ******* leeches.
It all comes down
to a single final thought:
was the Queen's big crown
really traded for a ***
Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 11:15 AM UTC
And I didn't know.
How could I have?
How was I to know that my ocean eyed, long haired raver boy was her fiancee?
How was I to know that when he was kissing me in the dark, neon lights all around us, that she was waiting for him?
Yes, he is marrying her.
And no, she will never know my name.
Like I never happened.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
When peace leaves, ever setting as winter
he bitterly tosses all chance beneath
her sun, howling madly while he pins her
mean like a crazy raver with claws sheathed.
What might to live steadfast in raging fire!
Pleading peace and fractions of smoky clouds
up after three, dogged she loves through ire
unrepentant, refusing to be cowed
while he looses logic bared of reason--
thunderous icicles with poisoned tips
cut fully in form ill-timed to seasons
of babies, bills, dogs, cats and sinking ships.
She whispers welcome to the stormy breach
wholeheartedly, forever out of reach.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 8:55 PM UTC
I smile. I laugh. I frown. I cry.
I do all of these and more.
Some of you can see that and beyond the eye,
An area I still inhale and explore.
Several years ago, I told everyone I had no idea:
Who I am, what I am capable of....
If I follow or not the stereotypical criteria,
Or when I'll fully understand that emotion called love.
To this day, I still have no inkling of it.
I look to those beside, in front, and behind,
And only gain information in the smallest bit by bit,
My eyes water, my smile falls, my heart and lungs grind.
Who am I?
A young African-American woman?
What else do you see in my physical eye?
Asain-American? Caucasian?
Indeed I am all of these and more.
This genetic make-up is my own.
But you probably don't see my pleas:
Will I still not know, even when time is grown?
How much time do I have?
Self-actualization seems so far,
Yet so close now that my line is almost in half.
Is my mentality up to par?
Perhaps all that people know most is my mask,
I'm sure they have all seen, smelt, and touched
That casket that makes breathing such a complex task.
Indeed, it is so easy to gain and manipulate trust,
But don't think i have toyed with it yet,
Or even ever, because I crave that social acceptance.
What human doesn't feel that crave at least once to whet?
Patience. Patience. Patience.
Do I have that for you?
Do I have that for me?
Hah, niether. I have no patience for those two;
But that area is where my mask has wealth.
Forgive me for this length,
And the tears on this middle binding.
I say some know me, lies, you know less than an eighth,
And I just love that caring look in your eyes when we're bonding.
I thought I knew.
I thought, I was sure, I believed it was gone...
I am back with no answers not even a few,
But I can ask questions until dawn.
What more can I say to you?
There really is no reason to frown.
I am the poet, I am the rebel,
I am the student and the slacker,
I am the depressed girl who fell.
I am the cutter, I am the life-taker,
I am the raver and the intellectual,
I am the middle child of three.
I am the dreamer, I am the casual,
I am the fight and the one who flees,
I am all of these and more.
And yet, i still don't know who or what I am.
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
Going inside and out
Compression to stretching
Something like breathing
Exalted expression
Who's playing this squeezebox?
Can I make a request?
Play something lively, loud, and fast
My heart's tied in knots
My brain's hanging on
By the skin of my teeth
For the length of one song
Dance like you're dying
And dance like you're dead
Life is little more
Than a song in your head
Break down the walls and let it all in
Dance as if this moment will never end
Move to the rhythm and jump towards your soul
Suspended stringless puppet under no one's control
Fall down to yourself right on top of the beat
Spinning in the center of where all the lines meet
Slow it down for the break and take a deep breath
Potential energy buildup for what's coming next
Those chills in the moment right before it all hits
Soul body and mind caught up in the mix
Hear it; explode
Supernovate the senses
The death of a star amid a galaxy of faces
To be born again
In a jet stream of limbs
I find enlightenment
At 150 bpm
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
I want to walk
on your wavelength
submerge my mind
into the low frequency
Feel our bodies vibrate
to the rhythm
Of the bassline
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
Another cancer stick to fuel my addiction.
It's society's version of an acceptable affliction.
I love the buzz, the taste, the flavor.
It's like pills and uppers to a whacked out raver.
I enjoy a fine smoke, like now, or when I'm high,
Patiently waiting for death to come by.
Roll another joint, pack another bowl.
To be amongst the stars is my one true goal.
Up in the sky, far beyond the moon.
High as a kite, but coming down soon.
And when the fade's gone and the worries are back,
One big fat bowl is what we will pack.
Lucy in the sky? My, oh my.
She takes my hand and away we fly.
To another world where the body cannot go,
Where you wonder what's real and what isn't so.
The truths are revealed and new questions are found,
Eyes up at the sky and feet on the ground.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
REDEEMER
I joined a movement known as the UNDERGROUND,
Because I fell in love with a DJ & his dark trance sound.
Some thought I lost my mind,
But soon to find
I was so much braver,
To become a raver,
Yes an Underground DJ proved to be my life savior.
Within his music, he held the key,
Introduced me to a new world, and set me free.
He claimed to see the same potential within me,
But I was filled with self-doubt,
Scared to step to this route.
So I drug my heals and put up a fight,
Again to discover, he was right!
This DJ fills me with such a deep desire,
Now the Mixtress of his D.U.N.E. Empire.
And I’m dropping beats like bombs of fire,
Look for my name on the flyer.
MIXTRESS MORNINGSTAR
4/16/2014
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
When lightning strikes a tree
Sap boils, cells explode, bark strips off into oblivion
And the tree melts, revealing a new form to the cool wind.
When you opened your eyes through the guise of a fading child,
I felt this happen to me.
My heart struck by your thunder, the leaves and ashes
Of my nerves
Blasted away
My DNA peeled away and there in its place lay a new man
Melted into the shape you pounded me into
With vicious eyes and stares that disintegrated injustice
Almost like a new world lived within our gaze.
Somehow, this universe has been opened
Time brought us to this moment. Gravity
Pulled us here. Revealed a blind spot in the folds
Between the atoms and the space from my mouth to yours.
We're like magnets
Like polar reversal
Hanging gardens of universal hope
And a lust for comfort
An insatiable hunger for simplicity
And solace
Uncompromisingly, we surpass the unnecessary and move straight into
The Moments We Wished For.
Closed blinds, wax and oil
Steam rising from the drain
Your hands entwined with my spine
Hair a maze for our fingers
You
Are
A mountain of passionate letters
From kids who thought no one would read them,
Sent through the ears of judges who never looked up at their victims
You were an undeveloped diamond
A sunset that someone polluted
With lies of impurity and worthlessness.
You wanted simply LOVE
A true hand to hold you and show you
That not everything in the world was so hopeless
Well your father may not have been the one to do his ******* job
And get right into all the reasons why you're beautiful so let me be the one
To pick up his slack and change you.
You're a raver with skylines in her eyes
An excuse to roll out of bed with a smile
Seventeen years of pent up compassion
Waiting to be released on some lucky bystander
Someone guilty of desiring you
Of telling you
You can do better.
You were always the one
Before we met
Before we did whatever we could to be in the same room for more
Than just a breath
You may be a dragon, a cougar,
A Jackson Pollack spattered with blood and ***
And anger and years of self-doubt
But I am your new canvas
And right now, I am empty.
And you are overflowing with colors.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
Evaluate,
Confirmed,
Catalyst-State,
Concerned.
3 more shots?
Conserved,
6 more?
Deserved.
Alter this?
A silenced sin?
My friend,
Do not fall.
Never take for granted this fest we attend,
It is understood that we will never make amends.
Give away what you don't need,
Out of the black you lead,
To neon lights,
Ecstasy fights,
No one has to bleed.
We will have to remember,
So this you will heed:
Sleep and Eat
Keep your life's receipts,
Do not over-concede,
How you
Give,
Dance,
Love,
Repeat.
Da,
Volume,
Amor,
Inquam.
Mauris Partem (Raver's Code):
PEACE LOVE UNITY RESPECT
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
What ***** is being at work seeing other people **** up to the boss just to get more hours when you work your slaving behind off and get less hours then the person who takes four breaks in three hours, just ranting
And it feels so good to let this all out poetry style.!
As others say Im learning!
Life's unfair.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
down at the crossroads
I fold my wings
breathing in flowers
burnt offerings
out of the darkness
into the light
light as a feather
soft as the night
crazed as a raver
craven and brave
low as the raven goes over your grave
take what you want from me
leave your control
down at the crossroads
give me your soul
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC