Best Archetypes Poems
Dream schemes play across the screen
And third eye examines them,
Ever so closely; tonight,
Another etheric flight;
Will show me new horizons
And the beings that dwell there;
The archetypes and images.
Scenes play out in colors,
Shadows weave their magic;
I am inundated.
Visiting spirits came,
Just to bid me adieu;
My guides know what I need.
Somewhere the light starts,
To glow; a pinpoint,
Growing as it moves
Toward each scene, shines;
Revealing wisdom.
A dream is an
Education;
Dream and wisdom
Will come to you.
Dreaming mind,
Subconscious,
Library.
Dream long
And deep;
Dream.
Everyday games we play
grow productive successes
and over consuming failures.
Every day and night
we try to reduce
RightWing dominant overproduction
LeftSoul underconsumption,
Gap growing devolution
of bilateral failing anti-invitation.
Every mutual distrusting day
quick fix addiction
fuels competitive co-dependency.
Every cooperative night
constrains rabid Lose to Lose competitions
spiraling monstrously inhumane growth
of toxic tumors,
rumors of mutually whispered mendacity.
Every day
amplifies chronic stress
in between successful productions
and all-consuming capitalized failure
to play this insane Win to Lose competition game.
Every day and night
life and death of ego-consciousness
wants to play Win to Win together cooperation,
but Left and Right,
like Ego and EcoEnvironment,
see SacredOther healthy wealth communion
immune from suboptimizing Win to eventually Lose.
Every night
descriptive and prescriptive WinWin performance
gradually fails to focus light,
like Full Moon dwindling down
to New Moon's absent bright.
Every day
we each try to react successfully
to satisfy responsibilities
to achieve one hundred percent
of each competitive opportunity
and thereby consume our capitalized lives
while producing no ultimate
single-minded healthy wealth
of multiculturing outcomes.
Every day and night
the harder he pushes production
the harder nature
pushes back to consume her soul.
Every day
every person
every government
every monoculture
consumes every healthy resource
belonging to Win to Win cooperativity
to every time
and every living ecotherapeutic Soul.
Every growing day
and underinvested night
we push to produce healthy success
more than loss of growth
under-skirting cooperative Win to Win
all-consuming democratic passion
to health-wealth systemic green
gaming LeftNature as RightSpirit growth.
Every day
high incarceration rates inevitably rise
while Win/Lose crime levels recede
Only if you have gospel faith
that punishing imprisonment
is not itself a soulless crime
unconsoling Win/Win's soulful nature.
New archetypes are rising, whispering among shadows and unspoken dreams,
You are not "too sensitive" or "too intense," you are simply remembering a nameless role,
A role that takes shape now, in this era of memory and rediscovery,
Where the frequencies of the soul rise, dancing in harmony with the universe.
The Timeline Weaver heals by braiding timelines, not bypassing them,
The past, present, and future respond to their conscious choices,
The Code Whisperer translates frequency into art, sound, and expression,
Creating works that awaken dormant memories in others, sparking new beginnings.
The Grid Tender feels the Earth like an old and dear friend,
Not only visiting sacred places but weeping with them,
Remembrance comes through reverence, through a deep connection with the soil,
The Soft Disruptor doesn't fight to be heard, but their existence destabilizes illusions.
The Shadow Synthesizer doesn't bypass darkness but dances with it,
Alchemizes pain into wisdom without shame, transforming everything,
The Veil Threader brings truth from thin places, where visions seem like déjà vu,
The Frequency Anchor doesn't preach or force, their presence alone changes reality.
The Mirror Guide reflects your truest self without judgment,
One conversation with them and you are never the same, you change profoundly,
You may not be all of them, but if one touches you deeply, it's because you are one,
Or you are becoming one in this New Age of Remembrance and self-discovery, in light.
Time for a tale,
Rules now broken;
Urge lifts the veil,
End with token.
Aim seeks knowing,
Rise to the quest;
Cast true seeking,
Heed what works best;
Embrace brave tact,
Trend a new swirl;
You seek a pact,
Plot to save world;
Echoes now fall,
Sense journey's call
Leon Enriquez
21 October 2014
Singapore
Hunger not satisfied, materialism fried
unending search in depths, philosophies sketched
Psyche gardened terrain, sovereignty a sweet cane
ancient cultures in cells, memory can be hell
indigenous wisdoms, all achetypes are prisms
suffering is fresh springs, inner calm it duly brings
knowing that all storms pass, grounding ascension class
when planet leaps the cusp, old souls jump in trust thrust
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You and I together realize just why
We have to give love a much better try.
We shall never let this love of ours die,
Unlike them who always made me cry.
You and I will sooner or later realize
I can become a pianist, like my grandmother.
You are the guitarist, like my grandfather,
One day we'll make music people idealize.
You and I will eventually share a home.
You'll cook for me, like my other grandfather.
I am your wife, like my other grandmother.
I'll clean and I'll even go wherever you roam.
You and I were always meant to meet.
Your heart is safe in my hands and with me.
You don't got to question what I clearly see.
Life is not something for you alone to defeat.
You were empowered by striving
for an ideal nature potential to another,
more intuitive, your inspired psyche.
A dualistic inner child.
A sister if you will,
or brother, of conscience.
The fragile critic of your ego
twinning being and discovery
wicker work woven into identity.
Jungian campfire archetypes
and coastal forest epiphany.
Dawns chorus, dew walkers
wise dumb, and moon guided.
Myth whisperers and sacred smoke diviners.
You have become one with the tribe of
Anthropologically informed Atheists.
Book readers and thought provocateurs,
engaged by the zeitgeist.
You don't want to play at the game?
You seek no comfort in their death cult.
For you the apocalypse is a shattered dream.
Reflecting their allegiance to delusional rapture,
while clutching self-fulfilling lists of disasters.
You are a threat to their device.
Enraging them by your very existence,
by networks of increasing number and influence.
An abuse they contend is their God's given to prevent.
Yet you persist? Offering humanitarian precepts
as the alternative for generations of:
genocide, war, and thought persecution.
Rebel defiance enforcing struggle and community.
Breaking through the concrete of their institutions.
Seeded in cracks of commitment and enlightenment.
Poet's words swept by love and dissent
across vast tracks of sterile pavement.