Dance of the Indecisive
This poem, and many others, appear in my poetry book, Digging to China, available now from Sweatshoppe Publications.
Dance of the Indecisive
Dance with the angels
to the beat of Heaven.
World's collide
Dance with the demons
to the beat of my pride.
Worlds die
copyright 1999 Justin W. Price.
This poem was originally written back in 1999. I was working in a cash vault for a major bank and I was struggling with a decision. I remember pulling out a deposit slip and scribbling down these six simple lines. It's one of the few poems I never revised and have never revised.
When this was written, I was playing in a band called Royalty Wears Thorns. We were sort of screamo and math rock before screamo and math rock came into being. As such, we were universally hated, but we had a lot of fun. This little number, these six lines, made their way into a song. A seven minute song. There was an additional verse added written by my friend TJ, who was the primary singer/screamer in the band. It was "Now your world dies/Watch as it fades away/Now your world dies/ It's all gonan burn anyway."
This verse was a tremendous addition, though it did not really fit with what I meant when I wrote this song. Or did it?:
Dance with the angels
to the beat of Heaven.
World's collide
Dance with the demons
to the beat of my pride.
Worlds die
Now your world dies
Watch as it fades away
Now your world dies
It's all gonna burn anyway.
Picture that being yelled and with chunky guitars, and you get the picture.