I have never been schooled, in
Archetype and tarot,
So please do correct me,
If I am wrong?
The Magus corresponds, to the privileged child,
As the Goat, corresponds to the Fool.
And I know you Magus's
For what you are:
Spoilt and fallen,
And far to far
From self aware
To be viewed as free
From the bias, and the burden,
That the donkeys made to bear.
And you who ride the donkeys
Have always been an ass
Merely grasping at the reigns
And doing as the donkeys want you to;
Which has truly only ever been
Running down those fools,
Gotten in the way;
And this has never ever
Saved, a single one of you,
From those selves
You have confused.
ORIGINAL ARCHETYPE-:-
slightly
distractedly
dreaming
novel
beginnings
in a STATE of INNOCENT
locked
barred
paradiscal
serene
garden
back to A FUTURE
discovered
explored
ultimate
yearning
goal
I Walk With The Stars far from the lesser Creeds
Indeed, the Starseed breeds Greater Faculties
I Am Light Born, Light Forged by the Celestials
I Am Archetype Quintessential,
I Am Omnipotent by The Great Fire that Dwells Within
Upright like Djed Pillars unto Greater Firmaments,
Never So Low to Behold what was Long Foretold
that the Golden Temple within sits in Unmeasurable Gold,
to the High Heavens that Glisten, a Great Flame Has Risen
I Am Blissful, I Am Luminous by the Greater Intuition
Into the Ether where the Currents Of Life Rip
where All Is Wise, where All Is Electric
I Am Eccentric, where the soils toil in Egypt
I Am Israel, I Am a Citadel, Up High like Asclepius
I Am Born in High Hopes on High Roads, I Blaze like a Shooting Star
I Am Ever-Present, Ever-Excellent, Ever like Eagle to Asgard
I Am Ever-Glowing, Ever-Flowing far from the Subpar
I Am VICTORIOUS, I Am ILLUMINED, for I Walk With The Stars
Left again to watch
the sun's red demise,
wandering eyes turned
to the west
and ponder anew
what destiny lies
were fate but to offer her best.
Left again to sow
the sinners desire,
a wandering archetype
of lust,
to follow a path that
Aphrodite inspires,
withholding only her trust.
Left again to reap
in impossible haste
the spoiled fruits of his dreams,
insistent
on one more ambrosial taste
to silence the sounds of her screams.
Left again bewildered,
angry and damned,
trapped in his own obtuse plan,
reflecting on violence
his passions had fanned,
and the sunset
he sees in his hands.
A sleazy greedy cheating single-minded
lying used car salesman with ambition
had higher aspiration hopes
of a top managerial position
altho' customer trust was a must
as the fast-talking low-life archetype
his focus was on moving their money
into his pocket with one fell swipe
so to move as much merchandise
as a man can possibly do
while on rota to meet his quota
he'd advertise 'Low mileage, good as new'
yet of the hundred motors or more
parked polished outdoors and on show
when viewers knew not what to purchase
and wanting a coupe which would go
as prospective buyers they'd ask in dismay
the pointed all-important question
'Which car should I buy, of those on display?'
he would reply, 'Try my auto suggestion.'
Something old, something new!
I rebirth beyond what my roots eschew.
I ascend from my descendant's group shadow,
to rise above and beyond what they bestow.
I cannot shed their genes and heritage.
While I respect my upbringing and parentage.
I rise above the limits of pedigree,
to shred the trammel bounds of mediocrity.
So here I stand both old and new.
Living a dream they never knew.
With the blockchain defining my past,
Eaten with my fate in a defiant repast.
My genes define my descendants' phenotype.
Alas I cannot change their archetype,
beyond the mutations in my DNA,
to give my progeny my ascent display.
Arise descendant now ascendant
Bask in joyous glee resplendent.
Through the perils of the lesser Creeds births forth a New Dawn
from Knight unto Light, The Victors Song
where Ignorance is conquered by the Greater Man
and the Archetype triumphs into the Holy Land,
past the Gates of Damnation, Sword in hand
Wielding the Flail and Crook, I AM, The Heroic Chant
Ascending through Wisdom, The Chrism has Risen
overcoming this Earthly Prison,
where Truth is the New Religion
there, Rubies, Great Fires, and Crowns Glisten
Ever-Upright, Past the Illusions of Night
to Transcend above the Golgotha Of Life,
Shield and Spear I Wield, Within Erupts the Blaze of Divinity
Chanting Hymns Of Eternity, From Dust to Infinity
The first independent woman
created by God from dust,
and placed in the Garden of Eden,
turned into a hot fiery female of fantasy.
The first wife of Adam,
she got banished from Eden
for disobeying his masculine domination.
In revenge the instinctive incarnation of lust
morphed into a night monster
for men to be spitefully allured, led astray,
and a child-killing witch,
strangling helpless neonates
with her enchanting golden hair.
The primordial fiend of serpentine seduction,
the first cohabiter of man,
Lilith, epitomized untamed power image,
embodying the forceful female archetype
of malevolent rebellion, evil empowerment,
and potent pursuit of feminine freedom.
Near Living Waters a bond is Forged
Gilded Hooves and Wings and Swords,
Feathers of Fire and Light Scintillate Ablaze
I Saddle Up and Ride the High Heavens Way,
Flailing Beams of Radiance, Zion Bound
Upright for the Glory, Upright for the Crown
One with the Bond comes Forth the Golden Man
ARCHETYPE LEGENDARY!!! Swinging Steel like Conan,
Galloping High North propelled by the Wind Force
Solar luminous, Marching Knightly up the High Roads
Divine is the Essence, Blazing Stallions like Bellerophon
Through the Eternal Springs of Life and Beyond,
Sprung Forth by The Calling I'm a Wild Soul
Heroic Sown, Bold, and Sun Born
Gleaming Palladium Shaffron, Cruppers and Crinets
I Ride with PEGASUS, The Greater Self
One by the Lightning, One with the Thunder
Full Speed Ever-Upward, Ever-Onward
Repulsed this heat's passion
Fanned a face, from off.
In diving, less demure
When half one's clothes doff!
Snubbed, scorned this archetype
Of burning kisses
From under leafed bough. Whilst
His, never misses!
The anticipation of
Not knowing
If my fantasy of you
Is being relieved.
To taste and touch you
and then share
my flesh with yours.
Hoping for an expected
Ironic disposition of a
Holy archetype.
I try to rid myself of
This mutation—a handicap
All too familiar.
I lose myself
In your eyes and
I falsely believe that
They are mine
To swim in.
I'm an animal that barks in
language archetype
that we learned
to repeat...
We associate the situations
with that language...
And we repeat the sounds
and signs every time it happens...
That's how we live the normal... !
But not all us bark
the same password...
Some express what we don't understand,
are they similar to us,
but they are incongruously
most different...
Whisper different,
vibrate different...
We define them another caste...
are the so-called intellectuals
literate... !
A bejeweled chimera stalks
dreamtime woodlands,
a creature conjured by archetype
who lives in the onyx waters of the unconscious.
Turquoise and white in feathered splendor,
chimera understands the human condition;
breeds within her own offspring
allowing mortals to overcome challenges,
for it is in her realm that
we recognize our true selves.
Jewels of spirit
in a material realm,
birthed from a cosmic mind
into physical reality;
chimeras, we.
4-1-2021
This or That, Vol 1 Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh
Cardinal zodiac sign of intractable psychic quality
An archetype of self-mastery and perseverance
Prepared always to take discerned control of destiny
Ruled by the planet Saturn, the strength of trait lies
In the innate sense of duty and responsibility, making
Capable achiever being ambitious and determined
Oriented toward contemplation with inner awareness
Regarded as down to earth, practical and pragmatic
Not faltering to face with fortitude the days of winter.
April 1, 2021
Contest : Star Sign Acrostics
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch
(for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.)
Grandfather,
now in your gray presence
you are
somehow more near
and remind me that,
once, upon a star,
you taught me
wish
that ululate soft phrase,
that hopeful phrase!
and everywhere above, each hopeful star
gleamed down
and seemed to speak of times before
when you clasped my small glad hand
in your wise paw
and taught me heaven, omen, meteor ...
Keywords/Tags: family, grandfather, grandparents, grandchild, grandson, teacher, mentor, example, guide, guidance, guru, sage, wise man, instructor, model, archetype
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