Dance (We Used To)
Boogie down
In the basement,
In the rain,
On the beach,
Or in the club.
The ceremony disconnected
As aliens on islands
Search out bodies
To collide against.
But we used to dance
To the gods,
To the earth,
To the sun, and the moon.
We used to dance
When the priests weren’t looking
While master was asleep.
We used to dance
To worship
The forgotten ancients,
To escape our slavery
As our way of life
Went persecuted-
We used to dance.
Slam, mosh,
Rave,
Salsa, cumbia, bachata,
Tango, juke, and do-si-do.
Testify.
Get down.
Make love.
Meet God.
Face death.
You are simply a mortal,
So dance.
09.07.08
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Thank you. Trying to keep up, but life keeps interrupting, as it should though or else life would be boring.
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I really like this. The word bundles, bachata, do si do, the strength, Make Love. Meet God. Face Death.
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good stuff.
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I really like this exploration / explosion of dance. Thanks for the reminder of the distances that dance has traveled, the places it has been, and the places that we have been with it. Yes, real good stuff.
(Also, thanks for the like over on my blog)
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I love this!
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What a wonderful poem!! You made me feel like I simply had to dance!!
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Love. Dance is tough to capture, its so dynamic. This is it!
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Great poem. Really enjoyed this one; energetic, and important.
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