Best Superego Poems
(singing)
Tick tock , tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
The time keeps tickinh, the time keeps ticking yeaaaaaaah.
(starts poem)
you psychologically abuse me,
Mentally not physically,
Have my heart racing continuously,
You make me feel like I need therapy,
You bring the unconscious conflicts to my consciousness becoming the psychoanalysis to my mental awareness,
You are my bio-medical disturbance giving me no insight on my personal understanding,
You act like the ego verses my superego and neither of us can come to a mutualistic agreement like the “ID”,
You free associate yourself with your first thoughts, yet you never interpret none of the above,
You never focus on our currency yet our past like it’s the psycho-dynamic form to your
fantastical life,
You lack credibility, no validation to our dream analysis,
We lack communication, nothing is verbally displayed yet you want physical connections and you can’t even connect with me on a mental level because your cognitive approach emphasize no personal growth in our relationship,
Your irrational beliefs have no perceptions of our world,
All these thoughts riot through my head yet you can never understand because you lack the mental capabilities to comprehend.
These little mind games play on as the time keeps ticking and life goes on ,
and due to the past still controlling your thought process superiority continues to allow you to have dictatorship over me ,
you act like your not one shade lighter than me ,
yet because i lack the knowledge of my skin ,
I become numb to all your foolish hits mentally .
Laughable jokes , and fake hahas ,
smiles to the face when you have no intentions of allowing me to stand the same rank as you because I'm not the same color as you .
And no matter how much time goes by I will still be psychologically controlled by you ,
until I learn to unfold the blindfolds Mr.lynch put over my eyes just so you can have control over my mind .
My long-winding EcoTherapist began:
Dialectic Behavioral Therapy sees Stimulus/Response
both forward and backward in time,
to look for thoughts and feeling tipping points
toward more harmonic confluence,
resonant and requisite proportional behaviors
and imaginings
of what may be justly and non-violently discerned
for future reference.
Meanwhile,
Compassion Therapy looks within these same S/R behavioral events,
reconnecting "SuperEgo" role as eco-logical teacher,
to evolve and mentor our mutual invite cause,
to respond with equivalently effective compassion,
react with mindfulness of each Ego's holonic
cooperative
and ubiquitously coincidental Prime Relationship
with EcoTao-centered Reason, Intent, Wisdom,
word choice,
feeling,
optimally receiving LeftBrain's Natural Logic deductive principles
of Right-At-Home compassionate ecotherapeutic empathic/inductive
co-arising/co-gravitational orthopraxis.
Between collective manically competitive hysteria
and suicidal absorption toward depressive self-intent
Lies Tao's Wisdom Midway,
bicamerally balancing between
schizophrenic bipolar reiterative-compulsive self-absorption
with "Other"
into the godhead of Universal Intelligence,
and paranoid messages from Evil
that "Ego" is at grave risk
of both short- and long-term economic
and bi-0-logical bionic extinction,
in one paranoid mythic form or another.
Between these way-too-polypathic extremes
lies polyculturing compassion
for human natural systems
both within--YangEgo,
and without--YinEco.
Fair trade cost for ecotherapeutic outcomes
is the ecojustice we redemptively invest
give-forward, fore-give
within ourselves,
each Other,
and Solar Systemic Earth's regenerate destiny,
as teacher,
mutual listener,
and Beloved EcoPresence,
iconized in sacred DNA/RNA regenerative-Tao
4D revolving RealTime rich resonant
full-octave as double-gravitational wu-wei
MidWay balanced Tipping Point
bio-geo-ecosystemetric regenerative therapy
v. degenerative pathology
health and safety permacultural language,
or at least syntaxed ecological restraints
on the dipolar dynamic function of bicameral appositional
Win-LeftEgo = NotNot Lose-RightEco.
We are all improbable in our own way,
and who can augur the future?
I never could have laid out my course in advance,
though in looking back it all makes sense,
even if it was me flipping a coin (or if somebody flipped it for me).
Hindsight smooths the probabilistic waves,
and here I sit, having cast the coin,
having had the coin in pocket,
having gotten change at an early age,
the cashier having had a drawerful of metal,
the mint having stamped to its heart's content,
the metallurgists having had their smiles,
the miners having ground fault wiles,
the cosmos having performed admirably, elementally.
Here I sit, tonight's chautauqua taking place in a goblet of garnet, yea - a very phrontistery of fuchsia. Far be it from me to understate the euphonious manner in which the cork leapt from the bottle, the Olympian olfactory embrace, the bathykolpian brand of this elixir. The wind outside the window - what is it telling me? Am I entangled, unawares, in my ebullience, a ptarmic influence in the decoction escaping my notice? Am I blind to the greater reality, my words falling like amaurotic husks to the ground? Or, that given ground, does it emit the mephitic essence? Is this the supernatural revenge of some aspect of the wine's terroir, rendering the drinker typhlotic to the usufruct of this very forum, to an iatrogenic principle at work? Are we held at bay by external sternutatory Influence, all our self-reliant suppositions trumped by errhine externals?
Here I sit, wondering if 'tis no more than the contest of the Ego, Superego, and Id, grinding against one another in tribologic sculpting. Or is a spiteful, chthonian influence at work, stemming from that same terroir? Can the wine be blamed? Can we cry out, apotropaically, to rescue ourselves? Are conscious forces arrayed against us, or are we our own worst enemy? Is there a soil/soul for a wine? And is it only a fancy of Fortuna that I sit here tonight, deterministic tendrils floating around me in a manner that threaten my assumptions? Am I free of myself, or is there no such thing as such freedom? In the end, do all things come to one? Obfuscatory clarity - yes, I know, and peace won't sleep in the transparent bottom of my glass.
Unforgiving Reflections
by Odin Roark
Life’s not a bowl of cherries,
It’s a comedy of errors.
Like a corpse refusing to die,
An attempted burial forever postponed,
Past mistakes appear to never realize interment,
Self-loathing, the death defying destroyer, seems forever.
How pervasive our hording of errors,
Fault’s buried-deep-admonition
Denying mistakes deserve closure,
Goading us instead to carry the extra baggage
As guilt laden badges of honor.
How tenacious the hiding…
These mirrored shadows,
Revealing how meticulously faults are collected.
From the daily shave for some,
The application of make-up for others,
All serve our self-adjudicated punishment,
Guilt’s aging toll most apparent in dry wrinkled faces,
Folds of decaying sags beneath fastidiously groomed beards,
And gray strands hidden amongst obsessively coiffed hair.
Have they no closure,
These undying blunders,
These reflections of self
That remain unforgiving?
Was Freud right?
What if id and ego’s right and wrong debate is eternal?
After all, the superego, our patient judge,
Has no where else to go,
Nothing more to do.
****…
Maybe it’s time to destroy all mirrors.
Good idea?
Banish listening, and teachings end.
Between "Yes!" and "No!"
How much spectral difference is there?
Between healthy "live" and "evil"
Is the difference not normally 50-50?
That which we fear
Is indeed to be feared;
That which we love
Is indeed to be beloved;
But, alas, distant, yet also at hand, is this dawn of awakening
toward loving to be loved as
fearlessly unafraid of Beloved Climax Community!
We merry-make today,
self-congratulate while sub-optimizing,
As if consistently absorbing redemptive nutrients,
As if playing Mountain Warrior in Springs redolent climax;
I alone am mildly wild with harvesting unemployment,
Like a new-born babe that cannot yet smile,
Unattached,
neither grasping at joy nor averting lost identity,
contention with dissonance is like one without a zero home.
History's prevailing culture has enough and to spare,
But I am like one left out,
behind marginal invisible boundary,
my heart and mind must be that of buttless comedy,
Being as muddled,
ambivalently equivalent,
nebulously coincident!
Left-brain dominator cultures are knowing, luminous,
strength self-fulfilling and prophesying futures;
I alone am dull, confused, equivalent.
Egocentric culture is clever, self-assured;
I alone, depressed, repressed, suppressed,
not impressed, pressed, pressing, birthing.
Patient as the sea,
Adrift, seemingly aimless tipping points.
We all have purposed meaning,
teleologized ecological faith;
I alone appear stubborn and irrelevantly uncouth.
I appear to differ from SuperEgo Culture,
In optimally valuing succulent sustenance from Mother Earth,
universal natural systemic polyculturing in/out-formation.
--------------------------Superego: Memento mori.
--------------------------Id: I will remind him of it.
I had an eerie dream:
I saw a skull in sleep.
It lay on a tomb brink.
“Mine”, I gave a sigh deep.
Dear EcoYin,
did Freud know you as SuperEgo,
while others have know you as Mythic Wisdom
Holy Spirit of Sacred Synergy,
elationally TransParent
PresentPresence?
Dear EgoYang,
are you the dipolar co-arising side of
unitarian intuition
with all the language skills?
Would that not leave you
reductive dominant focus
on Left's deductive resolutions?
Blindly angry past synaptic feelings
fueling fear of future death
as (-,-) polyvagal
LoseLose neurosystemic scenarios?
Well yes Dear Yang/Yin exponential wisdom.
Together we regenerate confluency, resonance
and cognitive-affective dissonance
through our co-arising bicameral mindbody
co-mentoring communications.
We so love to grow our mutuality.
This co-passionate pleasure
going back through iconic uracil with cytosine
toward time function as spacetime's 4D emergence
from timeless elational
dialectical eco-gravitating eternity
toward which each Loving PresentPresence
co-arisingly (0)-soul resonates
EgoYang with EcoYin
Left/Right MindBody
Love as positive sponge
absorbing angry fears of ego's
environmental dissonance
negative despairing conclusions
as not-yet-fully comprehensive ego/ecoconsciousness
of Present-CoPresence.
YangYin temporal spacetime balance
researching deductively-informing mindbody neurosystems
to regenerate our inductive bodymind ego/eco-binomial
universally interdependent PresentPresence CoMemory
of SpaceTime's ReVolutionary Great UnFolding Moments
dancing humane egostar
creation divine story songs,
each a holonic piece of time's polycultural
polypathic
polyvagal
polytheistic
great Pre/Post
Crown through Root
UnFolding Story.
There is something about DNA syntaxed regenerative memory
that is Earth-erotic/exotic,
not in a nasty incestuous way
but more of a warm bicameral baptismal
health and safe wealth
mindbody nondualistic
present/Mind/presenceBody wu-way
of co-passionately pleasured
EarthTribe Win/Win Peace.
In the PsychoSocioscheme of things we see;
The ID chooses the Socio Path
The EGO chooses the Sym Path
The SUPEREGO chooses the Em Path
all others choose the A Path
Even a mention of his name is inspiring
The father of the theory of psychoanalysis
And the inventor
of id-ego-superego hypothesis
His profound thinking was instrumental
In shaping movements in art & literature,
Surrealism is solely based on Freudian
concept
Oedipus-complex still is a hot theme
For novelists and men of letters
The first man to dissect dreams
in Interpretations of dreams
and dissociate them from the haze of mythology
Without him we would not have understood
the basis of psychological ailments
For his theory of subconscious
paved way for curing many functional
disorders...
I fancy that I am competent
To write on the theme of fear—
Only because I have spent much of my life in fear
And thus seem to know the emotion inside out!
Now, coping with fear
Is something like coping with the unknown.
For irrational fears, like phobias and phrenias,
The solution is probably to self-learn—
To remain positive,
Not only in thinking
But, more importantly, in feeling:
Most failures in this venture, in the past, are the result
Of some mismatch between the two.
Rational fears arise mostly
From having to face unequal battles in life:
Battling, for instance, with a wrathful, vengeful God,
Who is out to punish any poor erring soul.
But we know that to err is human.
A wrathful God trying to get even with a frail human —
That is something unimaginable.
The bottom line: God is
And will be what we take Him to be—
Because we are all after all participant observers.
And subtle are the ways of God,
Which cannot be easily understood
In terms of simple Newtonian equations.
This awareness should save us
From cognitive dissonance, if any.
Religion may put fear in me—of God,
Lest I should go reckless.
So I must guard myself against recklessness.
God, however, helps
The brave rather than the timid.
God is a Paradox, not Irony.
Then, why fear God?
Now, let’s not fear
Other unequal battles in life, either;
Be it with the spouse
Or the boss or ill-health.
The situation is like that of the (proverbial) mouse:
As a muse fearing the cat,
As a cat fearing the dog,
As a dog fearing the tiger and so on:
David vs. Goliath, Rama vs. Ravana, Child Krishna vs. Kalinga,
Nabi vs. False Belief, St. George vs. the Dragon,
Déjà vu!
Then, why fear unequal battles?
Poet Bharati equates fear with death,
And Yeats would call it death in life.
Let’s not be crippled—
By the so called Conscience,
Or Freudian Superego,
Or Eric Berne’s Censuring Parent.
Why fear fear?
***
Lay whole your worries,
lay whole your sight,
onto the ferryman,
for he has never not known your worries;
nor has he not seen your sight.
Breathe not your pain,
Will not your ache,
for the terrene, shall ever not be tamed,
and your hands, they bleed and they stain;
be maimed, framed, inflamed.
So be not you wary,
drink up your sherry
wrinkled up old cells;
Come! Let him undress,
lay light within his merry nest.
Abide in him, set your thoughts to rest,
As the ferryman rows you to an aisle bequest.
**********
This is based on Freudian Psychoanalytic Theory of Personality.
The ferryman stands for the superego, and the second stanza symbolizes the nature of id , this is a ballad by our superego to our ego(our ego according to this theory,refers to our balanced self, between good and evil),
and the aisle bequest represents our innate nature overflowing from god.
Why does one feel outcast?
Why base self-worth on the opinion of others?
A great and tragic lapse in ego,
irrational thought, and weak superego.
An outcast allows themself to be victim,
being subjugated by their perceived “tormenters”.
A compliment that I have not succumbed
to the societal norms of hatred, envy, jealousy,
disdain, racism, and exclusion.
My mind is my own and I follow my gut that tells me right from wrong.
I will not comply to be liked, included, loved, or admired.
So call me outcast, I wear it as a badge of valor and courage.
To remain neutral on our moving train
help me know which way we're spinning,
how fast,
when we might slow down,
how much,
to sustain polycultured rich neutrality.
How do I sleep
while SuperEco-logic Earth Day
strains and trains to stretch for here in now?
Stuck in nightmare time too fast,
stride too slow
unable to will-force our faster pace
or slow-growth race,
but both together falling
leaps reopen terrified
reassuring wakefulness,
in sleep I can be you and there
while longing here
belonging both as SuperEgo We.
Hey!
Ground of All Being!
Elder cellular horsepower!
Wake up!... Scream!
your ultraviolet pitch
and flow-echo waves,
rebound this TransParent Mirror Message:
We would be more humane
to dinosaur-whisper amongst ourselves
diversely radiant Golden Ecologics,
empathic SuperEchoing
EarthTribe Originating Call:
Let our nutritious moose power free
flow animate leg-kicking stories,
hibernating through Yinnish Winter's advent,
to graze through Spring,
and Yang prance Summer's maturation dance,
to harvest Fallen permaculture compost
winnowing while predicting cooperative apple commodities
luscious pregnant seed:
Spring forth to ride and run this SuperEco Train,
Bodhisattva Warriors of EarthTribe Peace!
Hey!
Ground of Regenerate Power!
Regravitate our octave prime-color Paradise!
Namaste, Balanced Mind.
Active karma empowering
Eternal Dialectic Therapeutic Time
for Climax Global Community
within, as without,
without, as within,
co-arising converging landscapes
riding SuperEco's Beloved PeaceLogos Train.
Hey you Indian fella in solitude
Hey you ruler of papers in silence
The two pens or one you get use of
The reggae music of mute you listen to
Your wandering soul in seasons
The themes, the loneliness, the dreams
The dead words you inspire
The cold land, the drops, the black and white you weave,
The ancient dark caves of thoughts you pierce,
The butterflies, the flowers, the blossoms
The cold winter day,
The poor ones purified under the rain,
Oh…Wing I have words with you
Of those ones in your mind
And of the ones in no one’s mind
Philosophy, value, chaos
Ingratitude, infatuation, complex
Loneliness, marginalized, inhumanity
Art, books, no where land
Utopia, love, ego
Superego, politics, swamp
Repetition, debate, proving
Flying, infinity, being
Revenge, psychopath, innocence
Salvation, sympathy, solitude
And the numb papers and
The disabled dancing pens.
"I" lends respectability
To extant personality
And offers much to those it serves -
Perhaps more than it should deserve.
Important as this "I" might be
It lacks depth in humility
And sometimes fails humanity
By being its own efigy.
Beyond the realm we know as "I"
Is that which we identify
As beneficial harmony
That honors truth and equity.
It is a place of selfless grace
With neither gender, class nor race;
No self-proclaimed philosophy
Nor strident religiosity.
It prompts no economic scheme
Of gain derived through plan or dream
And holds the harness of the Id
As Ego, superego did.
It gives no thoughtless verity
To "sunshine days" integrity.
Unawed by status or by wealth -
This is the realm of "Beyond Self."
This realm is blessed with keen insight
Enhanced by self-reflection's light
And tests responsibility
In terms of our civility.
Here, selflessness is our just cause
Relying on a moral clause
That accepts human frailities,
Conditions and proclivities.