Why can't you say something deep and have a dope ass beat?
So Am digging up All the Dead Philosophers
And dragging their Ideas thru the streets.

The Universe is a fractal
Whatever energy signature we carry
will be repeated infinitely,
again and again

https://steemit.com/dsound/@satorid/20181123t160046953z-poetry-reminds-us-of-existence

She had nothing
but a joint in her hand;
lighter, keys, loose change
and a flower in her hair

I lit her joint,
blocked the breeze
I saw the spark in her eyes

https://steemit.com/dsound/@satorid/20181114t224204696z-a-spark-in-her-eyes

Silky supple mirrors
to be folded,
to be fooled
soft construction
to be felt
mirrors to be worn
and warped

I am reality and I am hooked, on, reality.
That is, I need a human host.

silence is a desirable state
The most desirable state

time travel are exercises to
expand consciousness
think in association blocks
rather than words

The centre of the cyclone is that rising quiet central low-pressure place in which one can learn to live eternally. Just outside of this Centre is the rotating storm of one's own ego, competing with other egos in a furious high-velocity circular dance.

translating the connections
between words and images

time in images,
with the inner voice silent

To and for all our collaborators
at all times third minds everywhere.

I've come to free the words
I am reality and I am hooked, on, reality
That is, I need a human host

With every lag, every
paid app, I can’t afford

Every upload and download,
that drains away my time
Every story, content, and poem
that is stillborn.

Bit by bit, click by click,
Scroll by scroll,
A lil bit of my soul dies

I got more than enough to keep me whole.
For once I'm not slightly out of control.
Got crazy dreams when it breaks morning,
every day, a requiem.

We Never lose our demons.
We just learn to live above them.
Listening to the better angels
of our nature

the fiery sun of the dreamtime
evaporates the love lakes of my
soul, clouds my thoughts and
rains beauty into existence. As I take
flights on bolts of lightning.
https://steemit.com/poetry/@satorid/the-neon-egyptian-ship-of-the-dead

I saw that the infinite beauty in each and every heart, is the root of all time and space.

What a place for trails and transformation did my mind put me in, never once did it ask me if I wanted such a cross.

awesome!

Yes! I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

I like this thread of thought, cheers!

Unlocking the secrets and mysteries of mind, matter, and reality

https://steemit.com/poetry/@satorid/a-shadowy-night-visitor

welcome, it nice to be traveling this new journey with you

O, what a world of unseen visions and heard silences, this insubstantial country of the mind! What ineffable essences, these touchless rememberings and unshowable reveries! And the privacy of it all! A secret theater of speechless monologue and prevenient counsel, an invisible m

thank you!

congrats!

Hello Peeps!