sasquatch
September 27th, 2009, 11:35 AM
This tapestry of insanity, fucking with your clarity, rushing through YOUR very soul,crackling just like lightening.
Obliterates the fabric of time and space, taking your BRAIN to another place, doors of subconciousness melting, swirling, pulsating, in your somewhat altered state.
Rythmic and FLUID, we dance just like the druids. Of old. round the roaring fires of perception. All your troubles blown away, by sonic interception.
See we've dropped the Doves, downed the beer, smoked the weed, with no fear. Of stepping from reality. To the realm where only sound exists, in WALKING the bridge between the worlds, our pupils reflecting this infinity.
Senses reel in the vastness of eternity, the stilt beings Dancing all around us, smiling with NEON eyes, gliding through the thromng of love struck stompers. Lord.. it could have made me cry.
On seeing the lights phase through the smoke, lasers directing us to another planet, astral projection taking us through a seperate SPACE. And then the DJ's spoke...
"Ladies and gentelmen, the police are shutting us down"
At once the night is RIPPED through by a unified sound. The ravers scream, the last lament, we plummet to the ground.
Well, we have no regrets. Neither guilt nor a frown. The police smirking wildly, pig eyes set in one great mould...for those 7 hours of love and stomp AND stomp and love... the psytrance we had crowned.
And THEN....... we went to the afterparty. And did it all again, police given up, any pretence of control, For they know that they can never kill the fire in our souls.
Do we seek god? Do we seek escape? Do we hate our lives? Are we simply fake?
No we just like to get utterly FUCKED SIDEWAYS and stomp the night away. That much they cannot take. ;)
p.s STOMPITYSTOMPITYSTOMPITYSTOMP
as you may have guessed. went to a BIG psytrance party last night. yes. i got fucked up. yes I'm still fucked up.
One of the best nights of my life to date and it deserves this poem as its testiment.
written on this forum. you guys are the very first to read it, so i hope you enjoy it :):)
any comments welcome :)
Obliterates the fabric of time and space, taking your BRAIN to another place, doors of subconciousness melting, swirling, pulsating, in your somewhat altered state.
Rythmic and FLUID, we dance just like the druids. Of old. round the roaring fires of perception. All your troubles blown away, by sonic interception.
See we've dropped the Doves, downed the beer, smoked the weed, with no fear. Of stepping from reality. To the realm where only sound exists, in WALKING the bridge between the worlds, our pupils reflecting this infinity.
Senses reel in the vastness of eternity, the stilt beings Dancing all around us, smiling with NEON eyes, gliding through the thromng of love struck stompers. Lord.. it could have made me cry.
On seeing the lights phase through the smoke, lasers directing us to another planet, astral projection taking us through a seperate SPACE. And then the DJ's spoke...
"Ladies and gentelmen, the police are shutting us down"
At once the night is RIPPED through by a unified sound. The ravers scream, the last lament, we plummet to the ground.
Well, we have no regrets. Neither guilt nor a frown. The police smirking wildly, pig eyes set in one great mould...for those 7 hours of love and stomp AND stomp and love... the psytrance we had crowned.
And THEN....... we went to the afterparty. And did it all again, police given up, any pretence of control, For they know that they can never kill the fire in our souls.
Do we seek god? Do we seek escape? Do we hate our lives? Are we simply fake?
No we just like to get utterly FUCKED SIDEWAYS and stomp the night away. That much they cannot take. ;)
p.s STOMPITYSTOMPITYSTOMPITYSTOMP
as you may have guessed. went to a BIG psytrance party last night. yes. i got fucked up. yes I'm still fucked up.
One of the best nights of my life to date and it deserves this poem as its testiment.
written on this forum. you guys are the very first to read it, so i hope you enjoy it :):)
any comments welcome :)