Best Confusiondance Poems
The Dance...
She arches her back and wails at the sky,
the tears rain down and the laughter dies.
Back from depression and on to sorrow;
her dance to love,
her race to tomorrow.
She picks her way through diligent steps.
In several beds she has never slept.
The ring of the taps,
the pain of the slaps
for mistakes she has made.
She takes her pain.
Erase her name.
Dance is what she lives for.
She’ll wail at the sky,
dance till she dies,
cry till they pick her from the floor.
Life is a step,
love is a trip.
Dance when there is nothing to dance for.
Cry out your pain,
play all the games.
Fame is a whXXe.
Try as you may to stay far away,
sooner or later you suffer.
Twirl and spin,
sooner or later you’ll win.
Nothing will be tougher.
So arch your back and cry.
Just wail at the sky.
Scream your confession of sin.
Dance to the light,
forget all your fright.
Just let the dance in...
Hark! Loudly sounds th' ill-advised trumpets...
Dance thou Addicts! Dance thou Alcoholics!
'We Dance Sickly' as though helpless puppets;
Do all addicts and alcoholics.
I thought i was KILLING FOR JESUS and other lies... Baptised in blood, Baptised in oceans of
sweat in my bed...Even while wake the nightmares real in my head, I dance with my victims
I dance with the dead. Angels falling from grace, covered crimson red. Look, look! How far
i fell... I have killed for oil and will burn in hell.
I can see the grenades flash, taste there tears, smell the incinerated flesh. these memories i
cannot keep. I have FED these demon's sex and violence, prison, smoke,prostitutes and
pills, LSD and cocaine... needles full of precious dope to kill my mind numb the soul to kill
the pain... Some Nights i cannot sleep for i know what must be done un-popular un-Fun. How
can i live? Live with all of this pain? I fake a smile with hells fury burning on my brain. Now i
see the oceans dieing and the animals hate us. our mother hates us. The gov points fingers
the oil company made us. Must i die a Martyr or live for a cause?
This is the question i ponder swimming in my bed, let me check with the dead.