Dreams and Visions of SatoriD #8

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ok, ok, ok
I'm eating shrooms all the time, I don't know
what is 'real' or what is 'imagination',
this morning I woke up with a bright Idea
that all of life is but a dream
but wait I think I'm still stuck in
it's all good, my whole life is a rhyme

Everyday, a Requiem.
These morning dreams,
are just like memories.

Oh God I think I'm dead
I can't see outside my head,

Language is a virus from Outerspace, and
these words have been stuck in (inner)space
for far too long, now is the time,
to purge all the forgotten dreams,
lost ideas and broken feelings

Disembodied Poetics of Perception,
Raw Feed of Reality,
The Disinherited Mind


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Take me to your shrooms
Your poem is really cool,
and you'd know that it is true
that rhymes don't break no rules

thanks!

and you'd know that it is true
that rhymes don't break no rules*

this is sticking to my consciousness =D