To The Whole Minds Poetry Crew

This one goes out to the whole Minds Poetry Crew,
The Dead Spoken Word Society, and all my Imaginary friends

I am Satori mutha fuckin D
The disembodied poetic digital shaman
That is damned for all eternity

Don't mind me,
I'm just here Deciphering
the Dark Secrets of perception &
Sippin' moonlight matcha tea

just sparkled a lil stardust
I'll swirl in some galaxies, and
Top it off with distilled dreams

I was mindin my own business, until
I saw there was an open mic night
I thought I would just stop by
To see what was happenin

Then I saw what Rushofwave, wrote
“Craft Needs Clothes but Truth love to go naked”

I decided to let loose all those secret insane thoughts
The ideas have been in my head for all eternity,
but somehow I never got them down on the page,

Then I smoke some moon rocks,
And began hunting down the muse
put my pen to some paper

Now there's been strange in the air
cuz I can feel it everywhere,
really nobody knows anything
and we all get lost in the mist
playing around in the haze of
fake bliss trying to outrun reality
only to bang our head against it
and then we are left with nothing

I’ve been stuck in between
Life & Death, Death & Life
Reality & Dreams, Dreams & Reality

with every last drop of existences that touches my tongue
every last inhale of death that touches my lungs
a lil bit of my soul burns away

Now remember that,
Language is a virus from Outerspace, and
these words have been stuck in (inner)space
for far too long

I also been,
looking at lyricism as coding.
I’m looking for an algorithm.
I’m looking to streamline ideas
and be able to express them in a way
that speak directly to the core
and essence of something that we all already know
And feel, that we are all already connected to

Now, right now, is the time,
to purge all the broken feelings,
the lost poems and forgotten dreams

Thoughts are thought
And feelings can’t be read
But What's said is said
I thought that before you said it
I didn't mean to think out loud
My tongu..