concert

By doll on the rag




peek-a-boo savior
'seek and ye shall find'
name of the game


consider yourself found.




i am in the audience?
no, baby, the body
the body is the thing
and the heart's where you're at
if you've got in your heart


shakespeare forewarned me
the ravaging possession
of "the beast with two backs"

i need to write,
leave him a memo:



i have been in the belly
of the beast with a thousand





a nameless faceless decimation
where i was stripped down bare to my sweat and my bones
and the open flesh of self-consumption:
the creature that feeds upon its own organs,
sucking down the bile and salt with masochistic fervor



i have thrown myself into anonymous hands and bodies
which sought to crush the air from my lungs
for no other reason than i was breathing alongside them
and to belong to the same beastial writhing mass
meant to be offered as a sacrifice to the self



body slick with what was not mine
and the bitter of strangers in my mouth
burning in heat of factioned veins all exploding
we fought to stay alive to keep destroying each other
as the innominate thousand became most intimate lovers



turning in within upon against and churning
claiming taste and laying waste to exposed anythings
while making delicate mutilation of willing appendages
ceasing to recognize acknowledge outside existance
frenzied and feverish mantic ravenous implosion




all driven by the heart
clawing through the muscle
and the skin and bone
teeth and knuckles bared
ready to bring blood to the surface
just to expose the pulse




gone were the concepts confined by names
or nouns or nomenclature
for the body needs no vocabulary
to identify its entrails
and the beast needs no words
to howl and rage against itself




above all was the heart and the blood
torturebound in steel strings and fingertips
and malicious destructive intent of the finest degree
gifted and graced a whip's tonguing on the back of the beast
the sort of sanctity that to walk away living from
is blessing enough to fall upon knees and weep for







i am a glad sacrifice
with a thousand lovers
in the belly of the beast
with a thousand backs










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© 2006 doll on the rag
Published on Saturday, February 18, 2006.     Filed under: "Tribute" and "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: Awesome, well put. I really like the repetition with the beast and the thousand. Images are lovely, and feel like they belong, its a nasty dirty place. ;) coolio.

  • A former member wrote: This is excellently written. Your words took me to that place and made me feel what you were feeling. Althought, these days I try to avoid the pit at all costs. :)

  • Alanarchy On Saturday, February 18, 2006, Alanarchy (1168)By person wrote:

    *i have been in the belly of the beast with a thousand* HELL YEAH. FUCKING METAL, BABY. *starts DP mosh*

  • Alanarchy On Saturday, February 18, 2006, Alanarchy (1168)By person wrote:

    "shakespeare forewarned me the ravaging possession of "the beast with two backs" Sweet. Not a failure at all. This reminds me of every show I've ever seen *Except for those wailer's show's I'm always seeing. Everybody's too stoned to be Crowd surf

  • Alanarchy On Saturday, February 18, 2006, Alanarchy (1168)By person wrote:

    Crowd surfing and shit. They mostly just stand around and bob their heads* But this was sweet. I love going to gigs. Music is always so much better live. That's when you get the full experience.

  • Alanarchy On Saturday, February 18, 2006, Alanarchy (1168)By person wrote:

    I guess this poem holds sentimental value to me because I'm such a concert rat. I really did enjoy this one. Write on.

  • doll on the rag On Saturday, February 18, 2006, doll on the rag (200)By person wrote:

    this poem is a failure from the start. a [poor] dedication to the experience on february second: children of bodom in concert.

  • purr_verse On Saturday, February 18, 2006, purr_verse (1052)By person wrote:

    Failure?! This took me there; among the best descriptions of 'being there' that I've read. It's fantastic, and evoked everything of the beastbelly metalcrowds I've been in too. I loved it. So there. I give it a A+. >:D

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