the church of sound

Welcome to the church of sound
,
where you can worship at the audio altar,
and offer yourself to the beat.
The beat.
The ever thumping something
that gets your heart pumping –
when you’re grooving 100 percent to something
other than what’s in your head coursing.[…]

The Church of Sound 

Welcome to the church of sound,
where you can worship at the audio altar,
and offer yourself to the beat.
The beat. 
The ever thumping something 
that gets your heart pumping –
when you’re grooving 100 percent to something
other than what's in your head coursing.
 
And all that matters is moving with the rhythm,
forgot yesterday, forget tomorrow, 
all that matters is right now and knowing 
how good of a time you’re having, 
so consumed with the music flowing, 
that you’re loving every second, 
as the people around you become captive –
everyone worshipping the same god,
but everyone praying different –
some just bowing their heads or tapping their feet,
while others spaz out or shimmy all around,
filled with the spirit in a way that begs to confound.
 
And so we worshipped, we worshipped, 
until out of breathe, yet full of living,
heart jackhammering, yet somehow reeling,
upon finding some greater kind of meaning.

1/27/08
M. L. Micchael 




About…

Children Dancing

The experience I cannot hinder,
By mere words of explanation.
The beat I cannot resist,
By any form of limitation.

Hungry eyes ravish the lands,

Drinking up the scene
With childlike innocence,
Awed by the caring teen.[…]

Dedicated to Thuy ~for opening my eyes to a beautiful experience~

The experience I cannot hinder,
By mere words of explanation.
The beat I cannot resist,
By any form of limitation.

Hungry eyes ravish the lands,
Drinking up the scene
With childlike innocence,
Awed by the caring teen.

The bastard son of Torment,
Pain reveling inside.
Flashing lights pumping,
Radiating the ache outside.

Head down,
Feet dragging,
Suddenly bombarded by love,
Then healed by their helping.

Despite the troubles,
Regardless of pain,
I let myself go free,
Beat exploding within.

The environment was beautiful,
Joyful tears I willingly weep.
My smile stretched into forever,
As our memories guided my sleep.

M. L. Michael
09·24·01

About…

Written after Houston’s Cyberfest 2001 Rave. I was lucky to experience one of the last big raves before they all became banned.