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Slipping away.
Drifting into a state of unconsciousness
Where the id, the ego and the superego merge in their own perverted world:
Free of inhibition;
Free of intentional thought;
Free of other senses interfering with the unfettered mind.
No physical barriers;
No interjections from other’s prejudices –
Just our own pre-conceived biases and misconceptions.
Rapid eye movements indicating an active mind;
While the body rests, the imagination lives on.
Colors? Perhaps.
Based on experiences and reality? Possibly. Probably not.
Free to dream in any form – no rules apply.
Mostly forgotten when consciousness returns;
Much to our dismay.
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.
The time comes and time passes by
Mostly dry leaves sometimes flowers
Your letters have grown fewer
Puppies I do like they are shy
Life in time are bubbles of days
Nights too, they're predominant
Football cricket movie office
Pursuits for some jasmine fragrant
A breeze came up that day while I
Was busy in looking for outstanding roses
Look there at the garden that was
That was a desert, the wind said
No, no, my superego said
Pointing at the cured depressed
I just held her hand in her blues
Lent my ear to sounds of her breasts
Now came the ripples on the shore
It's the expression of the truth
of life, murmurs of water said
A bird whistled, yes, it's the core
She came, put up a while, set out
What is life, just a joy trip
If you can leave a small garden
What more meaning you can call for
You come, put up a while, set out
Life is a tour, a bit bitter, mostly sweet
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May 26, 2019
The Meaning of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Chantelle Anne Cooke
Psychic energy that is misspent on an idea,
perhaps an object, and often on a person,
is referred to as a cathexis, an action
to satisfy an urge or need that can worsen.
In his explored psychoanalytical theory
of personality disorders, Sigmund Freud
theorized about this rather unhealthy drive
in which a life can be hindered or destroyed.
He believed that psychic energy is found
within the id, the ego, and the superego
The id directs a person's most basic needs,
deviating reality, but just how far will it go?
To satisfy the fanatic compulsion it craves
it can throw someone's energy into disarray,
This personality disorder is totally cognitive,
borderline psychotic, leading the mind astray.
Ego cathexis is a median nature of narcissism
causing a break down of stored up emotions.
Anger may occur, irrational to say the least,
often filling the brain with devious notions.
May 9, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
"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.
Once, when I was just a child,
my thoughts were innocent. I was undefiled,
playing with my toys.
There were Slinkys and Play-Doh, too,
plastic models and airplane glue,
fun for little boys.
But, one day, I decided to be like my dad.
I couldn't do it with the toys I had,
So, I went to Freud's hardware store.
"Nice beard, Sig. I'm tired of playing blocks."
The man behind the counter opened a box
inside a hidden drawer.
"Pandora's box has caused trouble since the world began,
but I've got these, if you want, young man."
What the heck did he mean?
He continued to talk, "Tyke, don't you fret.
Id, ego, and superego, they come as a set."
His eyes took on a strange gleam.
I paid him his money and back home I sped
to put the interlocking parts in my head
(without anesthesia).
But these pieces didn't coordinate.
Superego, told id, "You're my subordinate".
Id heard but had amnesia.
Ego pursued self-interest to the hilt,
but superego filled him up with guilt.
So, I went back to the store.
"I don't feel good since I bought this stuff."
With a devil's grin, Sig said, "That sounds tough.
You just need one thing more".
"It's expensive", he said, with a look of greed,
but I think it's something you might need,
and his eyes began to shine.
"Think of it as a kind of sanitizer.
Its trade name is 'The Rationalizer'."
I bought one, and I feel fine.
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.
Up they bubble ,demanding their day
Every appetite in disorderly competition
Blindly leading the body frenziedly
To let them rip and have their way
That is the narrative of the id.
Who am I? How do I look to others?
Some days I like to be on my own
Others regard me as the life and soul of the party
Until I am overpowered by my passions
When the id dictates to my ego.
I am the gatekeeper
Patrolling the boundaries
To maintain a healthy balance
Between narcissism and impulse
In today's world that is a rocky road
Where it is a free for all
To take all you can get
Without consideration for others' dignity
Boundaries no longer exist
It's a thankless task being the superego
Let tonight be red,
red as a glowing conflagration usually is.
As a fiery meteor crashes upon the earth,
so these argent moonbeams kiss your eyelids,
and enkindle the fire of concupiscence,
which, for me,
is more psychedelic than the lunar bliss.
In you I observe my microcosm;
the sleek plateau of your forehead is
covered with silken strands of hair which
resemble the numerous tributaries of Nile.
Let me bathe in your scarlet cherries—
those lips whose waves are as graceful as
the breakers of Florida.
Tonight is short; before the vapoury clouds
blur the moon, let us explore
the mystic alleys of love; let the moon
teach us the craft of hallucination–
delirious sacred love, devoid of sanity
and composure, floats on the turbulent
current of Atlantic, without a destination.
Can we forget the bounds of superego?
Transcending the stagnation of mind and soul,
take me all the way with you,
to the utopian paradise, that we may
resemble the first parents of mankind
before they were unashamed of their nakedness.
And you, my Eve,
with you I crave to savour
the senses, the gustatory exhilaration.
Thus with the language of silence,
ah, singe our desire, gifted by God,
without transgressing His mandate.
Close your eyes, fade into an inebriated trance;
from the burnt ashes of love, a new Phoenix will rise.
26th February, 2020
Long in the future
There's a planet just like our own
Full of kuppies and pittens
But inside these kuppies and pittens, there were three main components in their brain
The Ib, the Edo, and the Super-Edo
The Ib and the Super-Edo were two decision makers on opposite spectrums, while the Edo was the final decider
The Ib believed its decisions were the truest, as it decides based on instinct and feeling
And the Super-Edo believed its decisions were the justest, as it decides based on morals and principals
The conciousness, or the Edo had to decide if it'd listen to the Ib or the Super-Edo
An Ib too dominant meant recklessness and poor self-control
While a Super-Edo too dominant meant guilt or pride
For example
If a pitten found a kuppy with a broken leg
The Ib would tell it to eat it, since it felt hungry, and the kuppy was defenseless
The Super-Edo would tell it to help it, because solidarity and charity were its virtues
In the end, the Edo would decide
The decision between the Ib and the Super-Edo always weighed on the pittens
While the kuppies couldn't care less
The pittens often listened to their Super-Edo
While the kuppies often listened to their Ib