House

A vibration from another dimension:
strong, lucid, vibrant and intrusive,
the ring of electronic beat, underneath your feet.
Club of wonder, the simulated answer!

Lights from the occult renaissance.
Night life, was all she did mention,
every night, a distinct resonance.
Could the boys and girls learn the lesson? void destruction…

House, the origin of club music
a sound carried by a new generation.
Able to foster ideals of another society,
where to dance, was to be…

Find peace, within synths and beats
for my comrades seek a leak.
After the endless drink of the night,
we are free! The death of thought!

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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