Feel the rhythms flow through me
Like ebon tides of psychic shadow.
They caress me, shake me, show me
New vistas of dark within,
Distortion and attrician.
Cathartic whirlwind, ghoulish stomp,
Toxic piroutte in blood frenzy,
My body contorts from enraged ecstacy.
Surrounded by the moving masses,
Petruli sweat cloves perfume
They swallow up the sound into the whole.
We are the Others,
the sister and brothers of dark desires,
The fiends and friends of chaos.
This is our world, our place,
My place,
My sacred space of unholy holy.
All else is naught.
This IS.
Author notes
By the way, although this relates to all goth industrial clubs- this particular piece was inspired by my nights spent at the legendary BANK in NYC.
A contest entry
- Ecstasy of Movement by VainPoetess.
700 points, ended July 30, 15 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Anybody remember the Bank NYC???
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Though this is a genre of music that I'm not really into, I can very much relate to it through my own preferences as there is great similarity in the places that the music can take you.
One thing I will say about the industrial scene, whether it be electronic or dance based industrial or more rock/metal industrial, there is something about that kind of music and everyone I know who is into it, it does offer a gateway to a sort of transcendence, simiultaneously a disconnection and yet also a oneness with all those also participating....if that makes any kind of sense.
Good write.
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This is amazing, very well written. The ideas and thoughts, as well as the story this tells, are original and breathtaking. Well penned!
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This felt like a hard stomp on a wood floor in an empty house occupied only by memories. Not sure that was what you were going for, but it was an awesome poem. Best of luck in the contest.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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Hmmm...this is an intriguing piece. You have an excellent verbiage on this piece, as well as a powerful imagery of the emotions and thoughts felt while you placed this together. I enjoyed reading this brutally honest piece about what, and who we truly are; where we belong. Indeed, we are friends of chaos, this is where our very desires spring forth... "Unholy holy," genius.
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This is great. Beautiful imagery. Not very polished, but this poem doesn't need it.
Love the last 8 lines.
Thank you so much for entering my contest and good luck. -
Very good
Fine choice of words there!, they really paint a picture
Distortion and attrician.
Cathartic whirlwind, ghoulish stomp,
Toxic piroutte in blood frenzy,
My body contorts from enraged ecstacy.
Surrounded by the moving masses,
I especially like this bit.
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