Best Introspectiondance Poems
The staccato stammering of bass guitars
punctuated the flash of strobe lights.
Limitless vistas of black and gray;
smothering the crowd in ghoulish poses.
Framed, as if frozen, in a glow of acid white.
Some stagger, their movements mimicking,
the rigors of death or birth?
Others jerk puppet like
upon invisible, randomly clipped, strings.
And, as the music grinds to a halt,
driven by the apocalyptic pace of the Disc Jockey,
and the hard scratching sound of synthesizers;
the charmed, trance dancers disperse;
swallowed whole by the shadows.
*St. Vitus's dance was a social phenomenon
that occurred primarily in mainland Europe
between the 14th and 18th centuries;
it involved groups of people, sometimes thousands at a time,
who danced uncontrollably and bizarrely.
Men, women, and children would dance
through the streets of towns or cities,
sometimes foaming at the mouth
until they collapsed from fatigue....and the beat goes on....
When the late night shines upon me
And I am just a yawn away
From entering my dreamland
Such a lovely place to play
Will I remember if I have been there
Are my thoughts sketchy at best
When I lay my head down to sleep
For an evenings night of rest
When my head it hits the pillow
And I slowly fade away
To escape into my dream world
To lead my mind astray
They seem so clear and vivid
While I live them in my mind
But the details become sketchy
When awakened they are hard to find
But I travel back each night time
In search for a perfect place
A fine nocturnal excursion
And a view of your beautiful face
My heart has joined this lovely ride
It has traveled this road before
Walking hand in hand in the night sky
Revisiting earth once more
We’ll dance across constellations
Tip toe along the stars
While the evening skies become your eyes
And I feel you near and afar
Then suddenly we are falling
And the planets pass us by
Holding on to each other
While we no longer fly
Our lips they touch just one more time
I suddenly lie awake
Returning from a journey
I never knew I would take
It all seems so wonderful
That I close these eyes each night
And float away with my imagination
The heart navigates this flight
Some times the ride is plenty rough
Waking up in a cold cold sweat
Recalling that you cant dance in the big dipper
Without getting your big toes wet
Now I lay me down to rest
And these eyes will slowly close
Ready for my night time journey
But to where? , nobody knows
Darkling shadows
on my bedroom wall
reach out in ominous warning
they snatch at fears within my head
parading them around my bed
like drunken dance partners
Phantom forms that hypnotize
compelling me to shut my eyes
sheets held tightly in my grip
a prayer of pleading on my lip
that they will not dance their way
into my dreams
I wrote a simple line out for myself
to read again for myself anytime I might
need to remember who I've been.
To discover oneself again
is another form of self-conciousness.
But this would all depend
on the shapes of the flickering fire-lit shadows moving about the room,
that will surely change again and again-
Conforming and expanding,
going out and returning with the stroke of a match.
To show me a song for myself,
or dance and spin into the colors of a painting
I'd once created,
that in the dance of shadow and light bends.