Mindscape

A poem that was originally written as a hip hop song but didn't fit too well

you can Lay waste to another mundane occupation

in constant oscillation to keep the cycle going,

with frequent procreation, 

while humanity is in a mode of stasis,

screen lit eyes stare vacant 

constant sameness and nameless 

in rage and haste i hate this 

existence is tasteless every one is faceless, 

expressionless and dazed

hypnotized by the screens on display

no way to escape the simulation 

in continues vacillation agitated 

intellect is systematic amputated 

with LED animated distraction

from the human condition, conditioned

to listen to everything permitted 

limited provision of information

ignorance has become contagious 

due to lack of decision making from the individual

brain activity has reached a minimal 

(V1)

The invisible hand, 

guides us of a cliff of our own making

trying to chase our selves round a world,

that's slowly dissipating 

product consumption, 

is running our resources into nothing 

the earth simply dosen't have enough,

to maintain this destruction

Create your own culture,

and don't just consume like these vultures

picking of the bones of a dying world nothings enough

find your satisfaction,

by expressing your inner universe 

so i explore my mind scape a number of ways,

verse by verse 

input information into the system

day dream to redeem and restore the inner mystic 

and witness as time dilates in this nexus 

the focal point of my existence 

the persistence of change leaves no room for chains

the reigns of this life are there for you to take

and make your mistakes lose just to gain 

learn from this pain and find your own damn way 

These conversations seem cortical 

instantly thought of then dissolving 

into the melting of walls true expression calls 

deep in the unconscious the mind is enthralled 

truth thaws out sprawled for all eyes to see 

to believe all at once unfolding beneath 

eyelids lit up with visions beyond what could possibly be

mind entwined inside of a fractured dream 

visions of landscapes in hyperspace 

psychology of self is personified 

i feel both overwhelming joy and paranoid

i fear and yarn to enter this void 

Reality becomes your toy, a thing of play

my identity is amorphous, holding no one shape

Cosmicly concious chaos, peaceful and bated 

Interconnected networks of information birth this intelligence, 

and so i am created.