I wanted to share this collective poem/art project. I have this poetic & artistic collective called Infinite Imaginarium, a few of us that are poetic have this ongoing poetic discussion in our Slack Channel. One day I decided to work on editing some of our discussion into a series of collective poems. This is the first one.
The poem came from a Collage from my artist/poetic friend Joan Pope. When she posted this collage I made a stream of consciousness response to it. After that, some time passed, and then SeekGnosis wrote something, that sparked a connection, I wrote a freestyle fragment of a poem You’ve Already Sold Your Soul. Then I worked with my partner in poetic crimes Rose to write and edit the rest of the poem.
FrostedRose wrote the lines that are normal font
SeekGnosis wrote the lines that are in Bold
SatoriD lines are in italics
You’ve Already Sold Your Soul
Who Do You Trust?
When ‘hipster fascists’
start appearing in the media
Death of the narrative,
The Collapse of Perception,
And Last days of reality
You’ve already sold your soul
haven’t you been told
what this modern toll is?
At times it seems I am paradoxically unorthodox
This makes me highly effective
As you see when the box unexpectedly unlocks for me
Inside you’ve been placed by all of society
Molded and made to their consumer mentality
See something say something
Buck the authority
Create your own reality
Uh uh
Death of the narrative
Fuck your pejorative
I’ve got my own authoritive
I know that’s not the word
But it goes with the flow and I’d hate to end the show
Right as consciousness is beginning to grow
And awareness is expanding
To reflect how we’re changing
Everyone is demanding
Equal rights and their moment to shine
What’s wrong with being in the spotlight
When all of your life you’ve had to fight
Just to get a bite to eat or shoes on your feet
Running guns before turning thirteen
The world looks so mean
You can’t live without green
Money or the plant
The flowers are in bloom
Stop to smell em before you hide in your room
To yourself
Where the isolation you crave
Can only be found in a tomb, in your grave
Working working working your fingers to the bone
For a life all alone
Your Worldview Is Being Weaponized
Your Personality has Been Commodified
Your Soul has been Monetized
You’ve already sold your soul
haven’t you been told
what this modern toll is?
Media blackouts, corrupting the flow of information.
Molding the populace, promoting mass disinformation.
No doubt, inspiring a global desolation.
We edge, ever forwards, towards obliteration.
While the news makes you think that it’s all for liberation.
All the while, spreading consternation throughout the population.
Take a moment to observe the reality of their occupation.
Instead of obstinately holding on to this acquired, condemnation.
We must connect & reinvent the guidelines of our cooperation.
What we’re living now is just an aberration.
A collision of the wealthy to alter our continuation.
Keep us divided among ourselves, too blind for observation.
Too many are lost, due to idolization, consumerism, for-profit schooling & incarceration.
Though perhaps there’s no relation & all the thoughts up in my head are merely, vast miscalculations.
But I’d rather have the conversation to find out “What are your equations?”
Death of the narrative,
The Collapse of Perception,
And Last days of reality
Your Worldview Is Being Weaponized
Your Personality has Been Commodified
Your Soul has been Monetized
You’ve already sold your soul
haven’t you been told
what this modern toll is?
We Can Weaponize Fiction,
But How Do We Monetize Truth?
Social media gaslighting
the fuck out of perception
My consciousness has been lodge loose
And now it needs to be fixed, time to reboot
Hacking into my consciousness
reengineering my neural-nets
so that I am in control
and not some unconscious tape-loops
because,
I burn deeply for those connections
I work hard for those connections
breaking open my mind
trying to find the source code
mental programs running out of control
what is the density of an egoless reality?
every material attachment
every culture word
every drop of drum up emotion
The Cost of Triggering
brings down the price
on your soul
down, down, down
straight into the underground
You’re already sold your soul
From Fakesters to Influencers
Bots, Bots, Bots
Reality is A False Flag
this is a call to arms
this memes ArtWar
You have to find the rhythm in every task
and bounce to your own beat
Trapped in a society where this becomes a mean feat
Careful you don’t lose your seat
Your footing
Footfalls
Lose it all
Your mind
is compromised
by the constant stream
of
Information
Data
Propaganda
Flooding the media
so
sit back
unwind
relax
While you
Have the time
Find your rhyme
And reason to exist
Here it comes
the apocalypse
of the
Here it comes
the end
of the
Here it comes
Death to the narrative
Fuck your pejorative
I’ve got my own authoritive
We make our reality
Meditate on every moment
Like it’ll
be your last
Breath
because we’ve faced death
And realized
There’s nothing worth
Compromise
-ing your soul
Let the future unfold
Naturally
As you see
You create your reality
Who Do You Trust?
When ‘hipster fascists’
start appearing in the media
The Last Days of Reality
You’re already sold your soul
From Fakesters to Influencers
Bots, Bots, Bots
Reality is A False Flag
this is a call to arms
this memes ArtWar
Infinite Reflection,
Chaos and Transformation
The Only Magic Left is Art