Best Mythos Poems
Spawn of the arcane, glutted, she sprawls upon the sands
of mythos. As victims, star-crossed lovers, outcasts,
we have all seen the traces of these nether lands.
Sphinx-like, besotted, she lays among the bodies dashed.
A pixie smith has cast her silver chains, retained her
inside this mystic plane, stained her hide vintage rose.
Among the cards on the table, it is plain; she purrs.
Do you know what she knows; guess, a riddle she poses.
Protection sought from life's trials is at her command.
But, few coupled or single have journey past her grasp.
Unknown, to the unschooled, their senses unused, banned,
Christendom, the sacred fecund grail has miscast.
From Hatshepsut's visage, bound to Sekhmet she's sworn
beware, beware The Chariot's card once it is drawn.
From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound
the lamas leap and the water falls-- clear,
mindful, the wind's play on the Quechua's ground.
The majesty of the Andes astounds
for from behind the clouds, the peaks reappear.
From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.
Like great red-clay dunes or snow capped mounds;
courts rise and fall in terrain, so austere;
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
Rainbows of red, blue, and gold oft surround
distant ruins of gray stones, now severe
from the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.
Solid, earth-bound, sun-browned, lost to the hounds,
so, Quechua shepherds bound stairs cavalier--
mindful; the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
Pachamama's love surrounds without bounds,
long gone are the conquers; all life is here,
from the mountain's peak, the wooden flutes sound--
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
* Quechua is one of the native people of Peru
**The Dominican Monks set hounds trained to kill
on the natives who refused conversion.
*** Pachamama, fertility Godess in Incas Mythos
Is there really a mother of earth
watching over us
keeping things in line
I think there used to be
but she got tired of getting spit on
now she sits up on her cloud
high above and waits
for us to tear each other apart
and seal our evil fates
she wonders why we disgrace her lands
like monkeys in a rage
she thinks we ought to be locked up
no need for lock and key trapped inside
to burn forever at an intolerable degree
never the less we shall live on
reeking havoc upon this earth
she'll stay perched upon her cloud
until the crushing blows we throw
send her beloved planet into a rebirth
Myth, Mythos, & Mythical Characters Poetry Contest
by: Virginia Frayer
Naturally regenerative
living systems,
like Earth
optimize global ecological opportunities
as co-redemptive economies
of loving solidarity relationships
expressing mutual not-negative subsidiarity,
within a web of interdependent Win-Win default networks.
If we are born passionate investments
of past yang/yin regenerations
redeeming economic risks
weighed as ecological opportunity
for pleasuring pleasant peace
with active love for all species,
all nature,
all Earth,
all Universal Intelligence,
then are we also,
at least potentially,
an interdependent species
of co-redeeming economists
thinking and acting and relating and feeling
sensing and feeling and smelling and tasting
touching and respecting and appreciating ecologically balanced reasons,
seasons of time and pattern and rhythm?
Where fasting advents precede
and roundly follow
cornucopic polycultural seasons for all cells
and organelles.
We find and sustain co-therapeutic relationship balance
half way between Yang-ego's deductive-reductive immunity boundaries
and Yin-eco's intuitive receptive co-operativity,
co-redemptivity,
correlation-ability,
mutual empathic gratitude
polypathic trans-actional multisystemic relationships.
If co-redeemers are messiahs
then we are also mutual bodhisattvas
as we intend cooperative Win-Win eco-normative salvation
and eco-logically therapeutic outcomes.
Perhaps mutual messiahs find it simpler to wrestle with,
rather than against death's pain and suffering,
to figure out what to divest of
by reconnecting within each moment's present opportunity
to what and whom and when and where and why we invest integratively
with each Other's health and well-being,
co-redemptive economically rational, yet passionate, logic,
as well as Right-brain's intuitive temperate sense of balance,
proportion,
enthymematic syntax
permaculturing rooted rhythms
of mindful songs
and global dance.
Ego's Logos as co-determinate partner
with Eco's Right-brain Mythos
co-redemptive political design
re-creating economic developmental revolutions.
Yang: What is the difference between a theist and an atheist?
Yin: A bicamerally balancing ego/eco-teleologist.
Yang: Well, so what's that; a teleologist?
Yin: You, if you believe the Earth is your co-gravitational
(0)-double-binding mind-spirit/body-nature center
epi-center
of wealthy egonomic
and healthy ecopolitical values,
each with equi-valent
ego/ecological
transgenerational health-care
deep wealth meaning merit.
Yang: So, who wouldn't believe that?
Yin: Probably no one.
Yang: So, why, exactly, is this an issue I need to look at right now?
Yin: Because, if you are an ecological panentheist,
then you are also a (0)-interest
co-invested bodhisattva peace warrior
poli-economist,
presumably.
Yang: Wow, I really did not see that climax coming at all!
Yintegrity: Yes, well, I get that all mind/body bipartisan time.
YangBright: Hmmm.... I can see purpose Now i
n sort of a 4D WinWin Cooperative Here
Ego/EcoOccupyers
Rejoining RNA Tribal Purpose
unfolding dialectical
exponential
deep fractal meaning
kinda' organic sacred WuWays.
YinPower: Don't rush, reframe our collateral flow issues,
in alpha(0)mega double-binding poli-economic
nondual crown/rooted
mind-dawn/body-dark
respirating EarthNature's
dipolar teleological appositions.
YangLight: You flow on too darkly rooted much
for optimally repurposed fire-power.
YinPower: Invest less in competing economic partial-trusts
and politically disharmonic insufficiency
of loving sacred beauty.
Instead,
invest in repurposing
every co-engaging
meaning-full
experiential expedition
only where your economic health flows out
our cooperative climatic inflow
of politically multicultural wealth.
YangMind: Ah, yes,
I see
our MidWay Zen
mutual reflection again,
where my Tao wealth
caressingly embraces your cooperative health
of coarising egomind/ecobody-engagement
Right purposeful proportion,
eco-dominant meaningful balance,
light's radiant fractal frequencies
of regenerative logos-dawn/mythos-dusk
Yang/yin
pregnant/absent
positive/double-binding negative,
appositional boundaries of co-balancing light
and prime co-relational powers.
YinPower: And you think I flow out too much feeling!
Where my love goes
your mystery cannot fade.
Yet my curiosity can wilt without your active support,
contagious nourishment,
never-ending flames of wonder
that this love
you could persist with me.
How could we possibly not share our lives,
mutually disinvest of mysteries
that could dampen
more aggressive histories?
Yet without active curiosity
mystery fails hopeless to know more,
even though love’s thirst for internal sufficiency
and self-creation stories
becomes too easily quenched
by cooperative post-climatic adjustments,
aging continental plates
earth-quaking our chronically mutual myths,
and their before logos and after mythos shocks.
Where my love goes
your history could not shade,
yet dark fading curiosity of aging eyes and ears
and minds
can blend these my well-deserved contentment
feeding flame’s remorseless desire
to continue this co-blind mystery
of love’s deep and blissful well-fed curiosity.
Bodhisattvas turn airflow into flames,
water into Earth
as Jesus turned baptismal waters
into blood red rivers
of warm nutritious wine.
Bodhisattvas,
like Messiah prophets and saints,
long for
belong to
the baptismal political economy
of cooperative ecotherapeutic waters,
as yin flows air MidWay notnot pathological
through Yang's Great Transitional flames
ecstatically leaping,
empowerment "hungry"
for air's co-arising health-optimizing
embrace
as ReGeneration
balance evolving waves
of neuro-conscious language
logos thoughts
deeper mythos feelings
inviting ecological ethos.
When our political voices become too didactic
we listen wiser for more lyrically cooperative outputs
with denser harmonics,
singing and dancing in
bilateral resonant appositionals
polycultures
polypaths
optimally nurturing ego/eco-health perpetuation,
regenerative yang/yin dipolarity
of deep wealth EarthTribe.
While these singers and dancers
disconcert their way
maintaining (0)-investment PlaceHolder mentations,
SpaceTime Unitarian-Integral Occupation,
unbiassed polypathic attention
to neuro/eco-systemic ethics
and shared bipartisan norms
and co-invested political cooperative values
Natural communion economies of cooperation with Other
v competition for sufficient compassionate time
to heal threats to politically dense wealth outcomes
These are all held in Common Symbolic Messages
as invitations to positive individual freedom development
of positive values
with nutritionally regenerative purpose
emerging future Bodhisattva Co-ReGenerators
Composed of past,
and disposed toward future, healthy love
of neuro/eco-passionate balancing
fractal mind enlightenment
and dialectical body empowerment
Where red flame
of dawn's Earth matriarchal warning
meets red fears
of long dark-swept patriarchal past.
On what metaphysical, natural yet spiritual, principle
might agree
an economic ecologist,
an evangelist,
and a political power analyst?
Earth's prehistoric Creation unfolded
more regeneratively compassioned
than degeneratively dispassioned,
or anthropocentric history tellers
and sacred scripture retellers
and, eventually, writers,
could not have become
recreatively intelligent
regenetically empowered
neurosystemic co-investors
Enlightening SunFather
created LeftHemisphere's
AnthroCentric Logos
derived from spiritually sung
and naturally danced
empowering EarthMother's
indigenously wise RightHemisphere Mythos
Remixing
reconnecting
re-ligioning pleasure mysteries
regenerating passion history histories.
And if we add the further premise
that on bi-hemispheric Earth,
as in neurosystemic bicameral logic
and creolizing inter-religious language
and cobinary polymathic listening,
positive 1-SunGod History
is equivalent to
double negative 0-EarthMother Mystery,
then Earth's regenerative, resonant, resolving,
re-ligiously liberating
spiritually enlightened mind economic passions
balance conserving
naturally empowered not not political body pleasures.
Or maybe this has nothing to do with indigenous endorphin wisdom;
its just the more agnostic Nyquil.
Some days I wish I could step outside myself
Be you, someone, anyone, think different thoughts
Ain't it strange you'll never know no one but yourself?
I'm runnin' blindfolded, seeking somethin' untaught
Suspended within language, were comprised of the past
Mythos over logos, walkin' the tight rope of sanity
Can't decide if things are ever novel or just recast
Nihilism, can't decide if it's all just vanity
I'm no cynic, the idea of "meaning" just seems absurd
We're here after 13 billion years of unguided events
Think about it, we decided the meanings of words
There's 6,500 languages, each with unique content
What it means to you, it don't mean to someone else
Hello, Hola, Bon jour, Guten Tag, Ciao, Ni Hao
Headed nowhere fast, better wear your seat belts
Don't think I believe the truth, all I'm sure of is now
We are not strangers here
Where this new landscape
Faints in its own vapid air
A mistrewn carcas, a drape
On mythos of my shape. I
Too exhausted by dilated sermons,
Would break bonds and fly,
Though a son. We cold tarpons
In in deoxygenated mud
Hang to stems of shrivelled bud
It was not their choice, this
New world of disaster, this change
That all beliefs and creeds twist
Into something new and strange.
The matrifocal world is based
On surrender, a voluntary gift
Of self to trust that never erased
Their worth. Here trust adrift
They raised their own falg and rule
The desolation's empty pool.
Art follows ecology
of inductive diametrical synergy
As science leads logos
through deductive dialectical simplicity
As religious culture accompanies mythos
seducing ancient dialogues
in amusing sage symmetry
Remember speaks its semaphore
in passing eyes elicit stare
coquette the lip is waiting for
some smoldering shadow shall dare
Make threat to mountain with needles point
and clasp impetuous the hawthorn bush
for care not so the virtuous caught
as petulant to cause the bloods ignited rush
Such a useless thing called love
the demon of a feather sent afloat
artist of another happenstance in truth
tempered to the molten coin of a harlot
And tumescent in the trespasser of
panders to a daydreams lecherous thirst
but claims to burn the yearning of
and in mockery damns the broken heart to burst
Make threat to mountain with needles point
where so many as want the angels will dance upon
better for worse or dissonant
the parting shrift or parting gifts delusion
Beaten down to overburdened
exultation this poets cantankerous pen
or places in mythos such heady legend
a chocolate box of promises given
Still hammers bitter nails on libations grasp
treasured name so driven to agony
'till uttered with the final gasp
this ambrosia whispered into eternity
Freedom gained repentant of sightless prison
so open embraced surrendering kiss
as to quivering hand the lover seeks expression
and relinquishes all to hubris
Love be-damned to a useless thing called love
For what love wants is naught
neither in the service of soul
nor to spirits radiance brought
nor for love, is loves portent of, loves only goal
Elephant skin is bark-like and rough,
advanced to a crisp, leathery tough.
The great Milky Way could not be so large,
nor so grey as the elephant’s muscular trunk
with aged-to-stone sinew—a supple, flannel hunk.
The overcast skies toss a dullness on the day -
somber and muted like the grey in the way
of the elephant—its color worn unconsciously,
innocuously, and steadfastly. There is a mythos
about elephants that depicts them as ponderously,
lumbering mammoths, hulking and bulky as a brand-
spanking, new heavy-weight, woolen sweater —yet
they are most agile and keen creatures whose
clumsiness is widely over-stated and over rated.
For intelligence, communication skills, and memory
they cannot be bested – fascinating creatures, the elephants.
They say the virus does not exist. Why?
our leaders politicize its mortality
profiteers make it a minted and crispy business
rumour mongers carry myths of it across the Nile
and the poor are to isolate at home in the safety of hunger and taste!
Too many years of a distrustful polity from our cradle
as always, we heard of billions of a ransom given to the political virus
‘who’ kidnap our collective survival.
We heard from Mrs. Disaster of how billions were expended
on the vulnerable somewhere uncharted.
We heard the golly-governor said he spent billions when he shared
packs of noodles to the hungry as palliatives to survive on five months ago now.
We heard the markets jammed and streaming with viral sweats
of frantic buyers were once fumigated with millions of liquid cash.
We heard the spike in infection cases and deaths suddenly flattened out
after huge private and federal allocations in aids
We heard the country and people are broke and more billions of dollars
are borrowed. But where does the money go to?
We heard the rumours, theories, mythos…!
Majority of the poor and needy only hear but did not see;
for those who have more, more are given and stolen.
Those who have none, even the little they need are denied!
They mutate dead cells of social conscience patting the pauper
to go home and stay safe without a crumb of comfort, hope or bread.
We are tired of this sham of leadership and shame of distrust!
we saw food baskets kept on the threshold of the poor
we saw hungry people lined up for the goodies of charity and state kitchens
we saw the unemployed get insurance and compensation
we saw the government expend social funds and give subventions
we saw the leaders and businesses arouse social trust and hope
not taxes and profits when the people are already famished
we saw the hive of humanity, not the survival of the fittest
we saw a build up of philanthropy
not the building up of many pyramids…during a pandemic.
Nevertheless, these are realities in some other climes
which we are here still dreaming on!
Testosterone performance history
shows great narcissistic
straight male supremacist
empire-building
Empirically right-justified
just sacred war apartheid
RightHand verbal
male scribe dominant
religious HIStory writers
HerStory defensive
offensive bipolar
oppositionally defiant risk
MonoTheistic colonizing missions
disassociating AnthroSupremacism
from Holy Nature/Spirit
AngryRight/FearfulLeft
dipolar appositional
Testosterone AnthroMind v Estrogen EarthBodies
dispassionately misogynistic
Cognitive brights v Intuitive nights,
verbal logos Historian v nonverbal mythos HerStory
of systemic trauma dominant/recessive
depressive dissonance
Failure to strong synergy survive
as if Earth's nondualistic
nonverbal energy
for short-term
discontinuously enlightened sperm strength
could resiliently thrive
without long-term
continuously empowering egg integrity
As if
nonviolent indigenous wisdom
could have resonantly imagined
divine SunFather light unborn
without wounding pregnant
sacred EarthMother
empowering energetic light
and synergetic power,
bicamerally co-intelligent
religiously co-binding
Yang/YintegrityStories
As if testosterone alone
could give birth to generous estrogen
as Mothers reincarnate both Yang-formed Sons
and Yin-flow Daughters
Both Osiris historic light
producing energetic poles
and Re her-story night
engaging synergetic holes
MonoTheistic enlightened YHWH
western dusk born
of PolyTheistic empowering
eastern dawn HolonicSpirit
FatherSun enlightened unilateral mind
cherishing MotherEarth empowering bilateral bodies
made of panentheistic sacred/organic communion
of TestosteronePassion/EstrogenPleasure
Wo/man wu-wei depolarizing
epic cisgender political narratives
of love lives
won humane testosterone sung
and divinely dancing estrogen lost
religiously reweaving
bi-partisan reconnecting
polyamorous gain.