Gods of Rave (original poem)

[The Hatter]

Out there it dosn't matter who or what you praise,
clinging to the beat, the moment, you hear the volume raise.
To us it dosn't matter if your red or black or white,
to us your all our childeren, united on this night.
Turntables spin, our creed is heard, echoed in your groove,
offerings your bring to us are light and sweat and moves.
Your mouth is partched, your musscels ache, but still you want to dance,
searching for the state of mind, the state of being, the ellusive Trance.
We are not the DJ's, nor are we the music's slave,
we are the ones you search for, we are The Gods of Rave.

[Lylie]

Dancey?? i like to dance and it makes me want to get up and dance!!

[Shinateku]

Wow, I read that after watching a midsummer nights rave. Thats actually an interesting poem. hope you continue to write good pieces like this one.

[The Hatter]

Thanks. I'll try to get more inspiration for them from my music