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Cory Ellis Dec 2013
Nocturnal hypnotists
cultivating their herds
work they say
but they don't pay
or at least not very much**

Acid Dreams
Lucid screams
a hazy comfort cloak

Rabid schemes
and neon scenes
thickly veiled in smoke

Trance people
dance in slaving swing
chirping sound of sickness
like birds w/ broken wings

Weekenders
w/ tongues tabbed
tie-dyed eyes
awaiting for the cosmic ride
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
Outside darkness
man made lights
loneliness looming
the lamps burn bright

Street corner madness
the sun sets so soon
the slaves are all sleeping
so alone I must croon

No one remembers
they all forget
they swallow and follow
and that I regret

So silent I sit
under exploding stars
I shut off my mind
and strum my guitar
Cory Ellis May 2013
Madame
A sorrowful phantom
w/ all these meaningless suitors gifts
she wears them through the ages
Rubies and diamonds
Bijou
cannot contain her french spirit
Madame

They say love cycles
and the love will live again

She shies away from eternity
waiting for her lost love
For him
For him to come
once again
a million years away

For him
For him to turn her around
arms spread
flying full breeze
at the edge of life
and all that is

Just a million years away
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
Bottomless
you wish and wish
that you had somewhere to fall
yet still I have to crawl

Bottomless
the deathless kiss
Still you've got nowhere to land
while you try and die by your own hand

when you are bottomless
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
Coffee w/ a friend
Black w/ three sugar
Talking of arts:
Music and martial,
what made us sad,
what we found frightening.

We would rather be covered in snakes
than earwigs

Across the room
a young lady peered into my soul
I bare my ****** smile
she blushes w/ laughter

Blonde as the sun
Fresh as a ******
She waved at me through the glass

Later,
she dances to get my attention
swirling like a pin wheel
mouthing a sweet, banshee scream
Cory Ellis May 2013
Consume me liberty
Show me your knowledge
I want to bask in the pool of mystic power
to know what is all and what is one
Show me what I wish to see

The shaman learned your secret
Your infinite potential
deliver me from the existential
Distort my view
and pull my mind apart

Make this blind man see

A void cybe
within a semilanceata dance
Dance to the native power

Color my world!
Cory Ellis Jun 2013
Can't promise
I'll never make you cry
like all those love songs say
but I promise
to keep you by my side
until a better day

Luckily kissed by fire
you can have my heart for free
consider me
Cory Ellis Sep 2013
My Gods are old and cruel
and it is their time to exalt my earthly incarnation
Get in, get out or burn w/ sheepish-shadowy ignorance
anointed w/ oily vibrations and good times
and those who turn their back
will suffer for all the sins of the world
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
Hey
be a good girl
don't leer at me w/ broken eyes
we don't fear them anymore
The crisp combat of your voice
it holds no more ground
We all speak
with the same blemished breath

The womb is gone
though don't be afraid
you'll return to her again some day

Open those eyes
peer softly
peer w/ gentleness
at this so called
victim gentleman

Look on to those w/ love
it will mirror back into your soul
heal your matrix mandala

Mature w/ me
your mesmerized mind
and maybe we
can fix its
freaky fractures
and
capture forgotten laughter
and
keep it here
forever after
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
All the nights we spent with eyes so wide
All the tears I have ever cried
They've all been for myself

The times I wish I hadn't lied
Every time I took a selfish stride
Every time I'd fallen with my pride
They've all been for myself

I've never tried to turn the tide
though I've gazed at the Golden Sun outside
Beauty captured and revived
Oh! I am glad to be alive

The sweet cold air
winter perfume
no reason to sit about in gloom
Await the pure oncoming June
to wrap me warm in glories womb

Going to gather gallant pride
oppose me and we will collide
I can be a champion if I try
and do this for myself
Cory Ellis Sep 2014
We've all got that feeling
that something has got to change
and nothing worth stealing
is within our reach anyway
So we push every limit
and squander to make our gains
and if you haven't noticed our generations here to stay

Freedom, there's got to be a better way
Freedom, push that limit baby
Freedom, there's got to be a better way
Freedom, and if you haven't noticed our generation's here to stay

So, what do they say about truth?
It's just a lie, lie, lie and its keep em' standing
the devils lurks among our youth
testing and teasing, w/ pleasure and treason
while blood runs off the roof
people die, die, die but the jets keep landing
Seems to be a little obtuse, honey
We don't need a reason to sway with the seasons babe

Freedom, there's got to be a better way
Freedom, push that limit baby
Freedom, there's got to be a better way
Freedom, and if you haven't noticed our generation's here to stay
Cory Ellis Sep 2014
Big gulp of gluttony
of pride, of jealousy
I relish to see
the perimeter

the perimeter of intrigue and obscene
cleanly baited and fated by the hook of curiosity
fumbling lawlessly

Though then I see the awesome power
of the great creator at work
it's berserk!
manifesting perfection as I tumble through the murk
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
Mightily on my throne
here I sit proud and alone
Jewelry made from polished bone
a pauper king as hard as stone

Look at him up there
is he truly aware?
Holding talents so rare
yet he lurks lucid
locked up in his lair

Powerful he has become
he's fasting, forgetting the flair of the sun
He's feared and he's clear
and he knows the unknown
but still he sits alone
forever he sits alone
on his lonely, luxury throne
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
New Notices
of the others like me
Us;
continuously reincarnated creeps

The Whiskey woman
w/ nothing
but a bourbon banshee scream
the sufferer
of love
her death
an ****** odor

The thin blond man
He can't see in the dark
He sees forever
him
the image:
death of the old world
Oh how it aged
its bone turning grey
as it began to decay

Myself
The rugged beast
lithe and light
lingering on the edge
of transition
yearning
to bring them
to the new age
inviting them through
healing the social
feminized dysfunction
w/ my smoke gurgled breath

The hypnotized flower
w/ wide dark pupils
so feminine
so beautiful
the master of harmony
reaching for the cosmos
and they are content
to let her tune them in
to Gods radio

We've gathered
just like in the past
when Uranus chills with Pluto

We will realize our goal
w/ scholarly
perfect precision
We bring you wisdom
w/ our tragic vision
Cory Ellis Jun 2013
Elevate the sound
Slowly and surely
you have to listen
smell, taste and touch
the music

Alcohol? Yes.
Drugs? Yes.
What kinds? All kinds.

60 people in a room w/ worn out walls
an unwanted male is followed by hecklers
the matriarchs have had enough
and bull him to the door

He doesn't want to leave
the party is just beginning
The clowns follow him
like wild hyenas

He fights like a lion
targets the clan of the matriarch
the young and weak

is it correct to aim the violence on the weak
because the strong is of the opposite gender?
Is it right to abuse the rule
Woman: the untouchable

People being to watch
w/ their dying spectators eyes

in another section a large male confronts the house owner
They begin their violent dance of limbs

Swarming bodies collide
violent outburst
chaotic music to accompany
I scream a devils scream
fighting everywhere

Another matriarch
she jumps on the crowd
using a whiskey bottle for a club
dancing on top of the twirling bodies of energy

A pit-bull barks aggressively
people start to jump out windows
everybody is way too high

The fighting stops
with the arrival of cops
nobody listens
their vision of authority thwarted
nobody is arrested

narcotics present
amphetamine fuel

We burned a cross in a large fire half an hour earlier
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
Ode to the martyr
who showed us the way
the path he paved for us
took him to his grave
his will not forgotten
we will not betray
beauties nor beasts
could keep him enslaved**
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The martyr needs his death
as much as all the rest
He was a great warrior
who fought beside
his one true king

Then the Gods did decide
that for the greater good
they would take the life of both
so that the people firmly understood

The action of tragedy
catharsis

it burns up our fear
brings us hope and honor
an unveiled perfect wisdom
born of hubris

To the people who burn for revolution
who seek the warriors of good
know that his sacrifice
is a waking call
to push back against the evil
that took his gallant soul
he now lays as carbon
in the cool soil
the tension boils
Cory Ellis Jan 2014
If you haven't noticed
our generation is failing
Our earth is dying
Doesn't any body understand?
Its all a reflection of us
what the earth feels we will feel
Empty
without true love
the sun is lonely
it burns what drops by
Even our earth turns away from it
what a sad existence for something that gives so much
its warmth holds us up
and we work away its light
and only come out
when the moon shadows the night
women
don't compete
men
don't back away
take what is yours darling
you'll never get another shot
fix me
fix you
please do
lend a hand
be a friend

Love
I don't get the word
its a word to disguise our pain
pain as pleasure
even on entrance
a trick of cancer
*******
risking death
the end of the ******
love may sew temporary wounds
but we are chronic

The belief is free love
in sexuality freedom
its only a myth
because of our duality
one side suffers
as one side grows to yield
one side grows to grow
eruption in the psyche
and the shamans and heroes are gone
our women are now men
and are men are now women
Visions of our future come to me
although, we are better speakers
than we are listeners
so
would
could
one soul make a difference
I could go on forever
but I will someday die
and when I returned to the earth
I expected a lot of change
but I only saw my hard work
twisted by the power people
Cory Ellis Dec 2013
I hold all your secrets
Yes, I still do
Your ice wall melted free
because of my fire
The gypsy she said to me
Boy, you're a liar
so be who you're destined to be
and walk through the Gate again

You are the mountains
and I am the stars
Covered by blankets of snow
While I burn, burn
way out far
and you watch over the earth
while I get so high
So, tell me babe
is it worth it
to say goodbye?

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye

Did you learn your lesson?
Did you learn it true?
Will you keep on guessing
out of the blue....
Cory Ellis Sep 2014
When the blood runs ice cold
and the skin rots away the bold
and fires flare and burn the old
the newness grows like mold

The antigens begin again
and corrode away the day
parading their posse, awfully
in real time

Picture perfect

The pioneers rest again
lasted and casted
forces and spells
friction and contradiction, expelled
and we then drink water from the old dried well
Cory Ellis Dec 2013
Possession
came swift through the dream
it was like a foul, warm breath
hot w/ raw stench odor
rising symbol of evil

Looming like an unwanted guest
Feeding like a blood leach
vacuuming consciousness
awaiting Bodhisattva
impatiently waiting
scratching at the wall
sitting where you relax
violent, perplexed poltergeist
visions and visions and visions

Running to the other room
to observe the shrill scream
observe w/ your own two eyes
You watch your mother writhing

Whats wrong?

I'm possessed!

Your kidding?

Eyes roll back
complicated convulsion
demonic face warp
the voice morphs
into a devilish crooning baritone

*DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M ******* KIDDING!?
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
The pyre flamed w/
a blazing fire
investing the souls
of three spirits higher

A sacrifice worthy
of transforming the souls
to warm the Gods
with the comforting coals

Burned
A black magic priestess
the king of savages
his unborn son
the fetus w/ kings blood

The woman w/ white hair
the widow mother
the unburnt mourner
claims her reward
three lizard monsters
who trump 10,000 swords
Cory Ellis Oct 2013
The gate is open
chain is unlocked
the jury has spoken
and they figured us out

You wanted freedom
and that's what you got
we wanted forever
but I got caught

So say goodbye to tomorrow
because baby, it never seems to come

Sacrifice
Oh sacrifice

Four stone walls
Summer breeze
insomnia
climbing trees
Barren prison
fire on the beach
sullen silence
the sweetest melody

I'll say goodbye to tomorrow
for you, so you can run

Sacrifice
Oh sacrifice
Cory Ellis Dec 2013
Talk is cheap
we're sinking deep
running low
defiantly
and w/ our little eyes that see
searching*

and even though the well is deep
where angels die
and devils creep
we dive right down
to find the key
Searching
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
We were playing with spirits
dancing mad w/ delight
oh splendid Dionysus!

Subtle sips of the forbidden wine
and I finally tasted
the banned fruits of Eden

Shangri-la da da di da

w/ a sporatic blend
the crowd walked on Neptune
the blessed leader of good vibrations
cosmic shaman

cast away the common folks demons
watch the collective cruelty
finally dissipate into ether rhythm

The spirit is w/ me
and we can dance on deaths door
dance right here
on the edge of the sphere
wearing only a hopeful smile
Cory Ellis Feb 2014
When man searches for love instead of ***, he finally finds it.
Boy, when will you learn that what you yearn for is really love?
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
The sun sets on a modest house
The elder is not present
Hes to face a whole new beast
in his dealings with humbling sickness

***** and awake
down the curving, crooked stairs
a young man is coaxed
into sinful, despairing enlightenment

Talks of ******, travel, fame, ***, and death.
Ideas rapidly appear and vanish
Madness

Pirates with no *****
All talk and no action

Foggy reality hits me
while I am off to work

Nobody can see my wild mind
Ever
Cory Ellis Jun 2013
Stepped into humbling darkness
on that wild, desperate day
The devil was a woman
I could tell by how she swayed
She gave me calloused fingers
as she dragged me away

Spirit of sweet music
it's to you that I pray
The shark is breaching water
calm death under waves
ruby red ocean
where the chosen people play

Rose to the surface
Purpose worthless, circus frayed
Wild city circles
where the game of death is played
lord can you hear me
as I sit and blindly pray?
Cory Ellis Sep 2014
Wild, warm and wet
have you folded yet?
long distance, setting sun
and then the morning finally comes

Tired of hospitals
Something about the smell

images reborn
of troubled times past
unmerciful flay
you can almost hear
the accumulated frequency
of scalpels slicing skin
bubbled into your brain
like chalk board white noise
electric nervous systems
and symptom of frequent infection
or needy addiction to a readily available dose
of ****** charity...a doctor rarity
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
Sun-rise
appearing parallel
before your
tired eyes
That hold back pain
pain you try and hide
oh hide
Sun-rise

Shine bright
I will truly
bask in beauty
given to me smoothly
by the vast light

Shine bright
My Sun-rise
Cory Ellis May 2013
Ego death
Death of mind
Death of body
Death crawls gallantly
Gallantly crawls death

Seated in a wooden chair
Breathing in smell of candle wax
The sweet aroma trickles into my nasal
Gently
Like a sweet secret whisper

Memories strike
Fear of the night
Death of all light
Combustion of dendrites.

Death happens rapidly

A spider; well groomed and ready to feast
Pulls his venomed victim from the steady arm of life
Fangs drawn
Body of insect brawn
Of skeleton armor
Penetrating easily

Devour young Dermaptera
The victim is dying
Slowly and painfully

The spider finished his meal
BANG!
he looks up towards the light
A nervous giant approaches
with intuition to ****

The boot overcomes the life of an arachnid
Another life has come to a stop
Crushed armor lays silent on the floor
Bow to the human God

Animals growing to fear
The moth captures the fear inducing look
of human eyes
The most feared Tyrant
of the insect jungles

Grasses higher than skyscrapers
Giants roaming on their chosen paths
Crushing any live that stands in the way

The Ocean

Boats in mass amounts
Distorting the predator balance

Innocent shark
Pulled from its domain
by alien hands
Slicing off fins and cutting throats
Leaving you drowning in your own element

Cruel human torture

What lies beyond the dawn?
Karmatic destruction
for torture of nature?

Torture of men
Crushed by gravity
Ripped from earth
Blood drawn
Gods angry and willing
to provoke death on the wicked

Disturbances in the valley of life
Heartache in the valley of life

Thoughts of torture to loved ones be your punishment
Eternal sorrow and regret
That is what the wicked get
Cory Ellis Dec 2013
Thank you
Though the bird has flown
Away
and settled
on a sunny day
to stay
Cory Ellis Jan 2014
I wondered if it was universal
and escaped archetype on the run
coming to me
w/ jazz loud on FM
and nicotine perfumed air
Restless
soon to be turned on
Magnetized
As the cars passed
time slowed down
Heavy attraction
Was it the southern comfort
or was it elusive
The mantra slurring my mind
Go Back
Go back
I step out of my vehicle after retrying a parking job
stutter step
SLAM!
the feeling again
Go back
Go back
I am waiting for my car light to turn off
cigarette connects with ice gold ground
I turn to go
Go Back
Go back
I miss to stomp the smoke
Mantra oh
I crush the smoke with my lead foot
the car light fades w/ the smoke
surreal
The energy dissipates
Left again
but was there
one thing
I did learn
is that
Confidence
makes your driving better
Elusive
please come back again
Driving for cannabis
finally refuse
A young girl asks for advice
Music take me away
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
Beauty is ugly
and it smugly hates
what rots and clots

Ugly envies
beautiful entities
Circles for centuries
recycling endlessly

Blue eyes, Flowers, Eden
Bleeding infected corpse
Death, rot and insect feast
Birth; new ****** life
take thy first breath
rise from the decay

We desire perfection
to rise above man
we often forget
that life comes from death

Except the flaw
lower your jaw
make love
with your wrong, wet mouth
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
Did you know we can change the world?
We can.
Lets not waste this generation.

Did you know that I am not God?
though I can be
and so can you

Why let your soul sleep stagnant?
It is a mysterious matrix out there
Go outside and tongue a taste!
Taste the air! No haste!

With me I took wine
and my gift to the world is song
Do you like the way I manipulate sound?

Do you know I've lived a million times?
Did you know I live in you?

Dance!
Dance to set me free
Dance! Thrive!
Strive to be the beat

I ****** Cleopatra in a past life

Drink my blood
the sweet wine
the divine vine
I can appear anywhere in time
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
Synthesizing, calculating catharsis
two Gods merge w/ alliance and ambition
to mirror back gathered knowledge
from the past ages
acquired by fleshy vessels
of scientists and sages

No ****** suppression
no natural transgression
we've come to abolish oppression
w/ a revel obsession

The night is upon us

A group of girls
want to take off their shirts
Three sets of large *******
sculpted w/ Apollo's own hand

A drunken man
sees a dead cat corpse
a woman lingers near
she bites a chunk
off the dead corpse cat's ear
Cory Ellis Jun 2013
Hey guys. This isn't truly a poem but a paper I wrote for English class. I wanted to share this view with people and this is the only vehicle I knew to use. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it.
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The amplifiers were turned up to ten. The young and fresh crowd looked at us with anticipation.

What were they waiting for? As the music began I noticed the subtle movements and growing tension in

the crowd. Men shook their heads and we shook ours in a violent duet between the crowd and

performer. Women and men flailed their limbs as they awaited the ******. We knew when it was

coming; they did not. When we decided to let it all go I witnessed something crazy! There was a brief

pause in the music and when it began again we kicked it into overdrive. We shook our heads with a

more frantic pace. We jumped about like madmen. The crowd erupted; it became its own entity. You

could feel the heat and power of this new creature. We were locked in a violent psychic-sphere of

crazed young teens and when the ****** was over there seemed to be a sense of relief and happiness

in the crowd. Had my after school hobby become a healing agent, even if only temporary, in society?

This papers purpose is an attempt at piecing together the phenomena of catharsis by merging

philosophy, psychology, history and spirituality.



First, to understand the psychology of catharsis we must think back to the roots of this behavior. Since

human life has existed we’ve formed crowds for various reasons. The first reason held the sole purpose

of protection. Tribes of people, men as hunters and women as gatherers, teamed up for the benefit of

human survival. Erich Fromm says that “the meaning of life is not to be found in its fullest unfolding but

in social service and social duties; that the development, freedom, and happiness of the individual is

subordinate or even irrelevant in comparison to the welfare of the state.”(Fromm, 1947, page 51) This

states that a crowd is actually very necessary to the function of human life. The second reason crowds

gathered was in form of revel, shamanistic healing and worship of deities (Ehrenreich, 30). Men and

woman would often enter trances, speak in tongues and become involved in a collective ecstasy while in

worship of their God. In later years, politics, entertainment and rebellion or protest was a main factor in

the gathering of people (Ehrenreich, 102). People gathered at Festivals that were in the midst of being

suppressed and would dance in mockery of their Kings or leaders.



What exactly is catharsis? Catharsis is a purging of emotional tension brought out in a crowd through

the viewing of a tragedy or tragic play. In the article “The Power of Catharsis” Kearny says the following

More specifically he (Aristotle) defined

the function of catharsis as 'purgation of pity and fear'. This comes

about, he explains, whenever the dramatic imitation of certain actions

arouses pity and fear in order to provide an outlet for pity and fear.

The recounting of experience through the formal medium of plot,

fiction or spectacle permits us to repeat the past forward so to speak.

And this very act of creative repetition allows for a certain kind of

pleasure or release. In the play of narrative re-creation we are invited

to revisit our lives — through the actions and personas of others — so

as to live them otherwise. We discover a way to give a future to

the past. (Kearny 1)

I figure that, even though he states that it is a purgation of pity and fear, it could also be involved with

many other suppressed emotions. Take my introduction for example. These kids were not releasing

pity and fear, they were releasing their angst! They were releasing their desire for competition.

They were making up for the violent feelings of agression they felt in their body that had been

suppressed by society for so long! They were revolting! Could catharsis also be used to purge other

emotions as well such as ****** suppression or communicative issues?





How would one come about actually attempting this catharsis that I speak of? We need to first look at

some ways in which people have controlled crowds in the past and realize that crowds form by

themselves but often look for leadership due to what Nietzche called that “herd mentality.”

In the article “Seducing the Crowd” by Urs Staheli it mentions that repetition is a key factor in beginning

to control the crowd. (Staheli, 69) This means that through repetition you can get the crowd to side with

your beliefs. The crowd could begin to think about what your suggesting and potentially be swayed by

the other people that are now following your ideas. It could also be repetition of body movements as

well. What better vehicle is there to sway a crowd than music? It’s repetitive in instrumental and lyrical

form!



Another way to “******” a crowd is to act like a madman! Specifically how I stumbled upon this in

the first phenomena place.

The leader himself is possessed and hypnotized by the ideas

and visions he holds, obsessed to such an extent that he cannot rationally exercise

control over the crowd. Instead, he devotes himself to fascinating the

crowd by more ecstatic means.8 He often resembles a madman but fascinates

by the mere power of his determination. What distinguishes the leader from

the rest of the crowd is his will alone, not any particular intellectual capacity

or a superior morality. (Staheli, 68)

The theory is that through mythological story telling or acting tragically and in a spectacle, we can

actually release negative emotions and potentially even heal neuroses or psychic ailments. Later in the

article he goes on to say that a shaman was actually documented to have cured a woman with a blocked

birth canal and in labor by telling her a story about a warrior trying to exit a cave that had monsters on

the outside trying to get in.

The function of a shaman is to heal his tribe. He uses drugs or plants to change his state of mind and

then by going over to the other side of reality he invokes spirits that help to heal.

In the séance, the shaman led. A sensuous panic, deliberately evoked through drugs, chants,

dancing, hurls the shaman into trance. Changed voice; convulsive movement. He acts like a

madman. These professional hysterics, chosen precisely for their psychotic leaning, were once

esteemed. They mediated between man and spirit world. Their mental travels formed the crux

of the religious life of the tribe. (Morrison 1967 pg. 71)

This shows an ecstatic crowd dancing and chanting while one man acts out a tragic spectacle. Through

this spectacle the shaman acts like a madman. This causes wild emotions within the crowd and allows it

to release their built up and suppressed emotions. Also, the dance and chants bring them to a feeling of

unity and oneness!



One may not believe in the spiritual shaman because of their own beliefs about God and religion. Some

may not believe in the other world that parallels our own.  It is a skeptical concept without a doubt and

there are probably many people who disagree with the legitimacy of the shaman. Is there a way that we

could think of the phenomena in a psychological sense rather than strictly spiritual? The answer lies in

Carl Jung’s theory of the unconscious mind and dream therapy as well as in Nietzche’s philosophy on art

and aesthetics.  



Carl Jung believed that there is a conscious mind and an unconscious mind. The conscious mind is the

everyday mind that occurs in waking life. It is rational and helps us survive. The unconscious mind can

be found in dreams or whenever you experience a déjà vu (Jung 1964 21).  He also believed that through

the study of dreams you could heal certain aspects of your psyche that have been altered by neuroses.

Symbols and archetypes make up dreams and the unconscious, and often you will find that archetypes

appear in the form  of people. Jung believes that through living in society that men and women have lost

touch with their feminine or masculine characteristics depending on their gender. Dreams can help us

get back into union with these lost roles through connecting us with our anima(female) or animus

(male) through symbols in our dreams or unconscious minds. Jung wrote that when society was

formed people took on roles and caused a dissociation in their psyche and caused a duality rather

than a unity when they suppressed one side of their mind.  He mentioned that at all times the

unconscious mind is connecting us on a psychic level.



How does this tie into shamans and catharsis? It seems like something completely different all together

right? My theory is that the shaman or crowd leader brings forth a forgotten union of the masculine and

feminine forces in the universe. Nietzche believed that there are two polar forces that are natural in this

world and in art. These forces are given the names of deities in his book “The Birth of Tragedy.”

The first is the Apollonian force that is masculine. This force in art governs form and dreams. The

Apollonian artist directly takes ideas from his dreams and brings them to life whether it is in form

sculpture or poetry. Apollo appears through an oracle often in tragedy or in visions of the waking life.

The second force is the Dionysian which is feminine. This force governs intoxication, revel and ecstasy.

Dionysian artists are improvisers and dancers and are usually tragic figures. Nietzche believed there are

three different types of artists: Apollonian, Dionysian and the fusion of both (Nietzche 1872 14). This

latter artist is what I believe the shaman is.



Through connecting these polarizing forces he fixes the psychic neuroses in his own mind. He becomes

a unified artist, or a magician of duality. The shaman, as stated above, takes drugs to intoxicate himself.

Often the drug of choice is wine or alcohol though it could be hallucinogenic drugs as well. This tied with

repetitive revel is the Dionysian side of the spectrum and also helps draw the crowd’s attention through

spectacle and repetition. Everybody is ecstatic and experiencing the collective vibrations of the crowd.

Through his intoxication he is able to go into the unconscious mind and produce dream symbols in

reality! The crowd follows the leader into this unconscious mind and brings back forgotten wisdom of

mythology and archetypes. This is the Apollonian side of the spectrum because it deals with the

unconscious mind and dream images. It also could be this “other world” that traditional shamans speak

of. Now the psychic duality is merged and a tie is formed between the masculine and feminine forces of

nature! People feel at one with themselves and the crowd and the societal suppression is vanished

briefly. All the neuroses caused by the suppression fades away in the ecstatic revel. This is the appeal of

the rock concert. Notice how many leading figures of rock bands have androgynous features and

shamanistic nature. This is because they have fixed the psychic neuroses in their own mind and become

at peace with the masculine and feminine duality of their psyche.



Stumbling upon this phenomena in my rebellious youth was very eye opening. Ever since I have been  

very excited about this theory and I’ve been trying to piece it together. It seems to be coming along

further and further in my study of this. What exactly this ancient wisdom is; I don’t entirely know. I

do know that I have witnessed this in reality and the subject is interesting and fascinating. My theory

still has a lot of work before it is completed but I think that within this article I’ve given a decent

amount of history about the topic as well as my own thoughts. Whether this phenomena is true or

not, we can leave that up to the psychologists and philosophers to decide, though I think many may

agree. Either way, catharsis surely does exist and it is a fun way of entertainment as well as a

therapeutic option for many stressed out individuals out there
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
Mud icicles
half the cobblestone
and the neon fades and flares

Standing and pressing
muddy hands
against an invisible sphere
eyes shut, mind tranced
then we went wild
and pranced and danced

New powers
to see through the windows
the windows dirt washed off
gather energy
circular seduction
******* eruption
wet air tight suction

Gather round
absorb the new powers
we'll show you the way

Here is my first vision

Cannot beat the cruel summer heat
aching and throbbing
head to feet

enter the insomniacs rusted dream:

death maze, locked door
festered **** wounds
lookers on, rot haze
smell of maggots
and blistered flesh

****** man
Murders men
herded them
like swine to pen
hear another scream again
as you look for God
repent
repent

Clown Laugh
bodies hang
multi-******
sadistic slaughter
in the stinky circus prison

Awake
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
I wonder what it's like to die
an angelic ride into the sky
no longer faced w/ reasons why
exit soul
the wise eyes rise

Respiration in the union sky
the veils lift as you rise
Angel songs
demonic cries
as you leave the body
you despised
Cory Ellis Nov 2016
Life has swung by
I'm no carpenter
My lesabre can't handle the miles
The slow decline of love once raw
Interference from past lovers
Dooming our future
Rotting away
The promises we've perched
No more nicotine
No more soothing combustion
Busting bare inside you
Flare gone but addiction swelling
Seeing and smelling
Kissing and telling
Ignoring and yelling
I'm no carpenter
Cory Ellis Sep 2014
Twisted tensions, polarize
and sometimes heal w/ pretty eyes
Though the stars make up their minds
Peace w/ you, in briefest time

Oh Mars is cruel, w/ war and womb
and gestation in Neptunes tomb
you helped me speed, relieve the moon
though Pluto is cold and I'm leaving soon

Live in times where whispers win
and cartels carry forgotten sin
When the end is near I will wish for respiration
Death may be too boring for one born to run

Run w/ warlords and Gods, the light
until the ethers rise and spike
the people then begin to fight
and man and woman are alike
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
Emerge from your larval form
you took a step on solid ground
the still and calm before the storm
search and find what must be found
Ultimate Perfection

Abilities and many powers
encoded in your genes
absorb, evolve
begin to flower
fulfill your vile valued dreams
of
Ultimate Perfection

Corrosive like cancer
programmed to destroy
societies strings
the destructive envoy
of
Ultimate Perfection
Cory Ellis May 2013
A lion in the plains of Africa gazes up at the stars before nuzzling his mate into calm seduction.

A pack of wild wolves in heat howling at the union moon.

A man brushes an awe struck tear from her cheek before hes lays her down.
Cory Ellis Sep 2014
Runnin' through space and time
Just to make a dime
only one thing on her mind
the endless visions

for some, a cool smooth spell
for her, elusive hell
It's getting hard to tell
is it a threat?
is she addicted yet?

Silver and crystal
Illuminate the room
She wrote a letter to her mother
says I'm going soon, to the

Union moon
Going there soon, so soon
soaring to bloom and zoom
from on far, our favorite star

The waves, they come in echoes
Theres shadows on the wall
Alone she sleeps, sweet sadness
and makes a call

She's sitting at the truckstop
She's got her lipstick on
All that's on her mind
A distant song

I'm going to the Union Moon
Where visions loom, in bloom
Silver spoons, Cartoons
Childhood distant
Mad, Sad, Glad, Bad

Union moon
going there soon, so soon
to get in tune and croon
from on far, our favorite star
Cory Ellis Sep 2013
A moon
ground of wooly cotton
baby blue back

When they created the airplane
did they think to search for heaven?

Turbulence
The scenery is beautiful
but outside is death

Electricity chills my spine
as I sit I long for wine

500 feet below
is a puffy Picasso
Gold sun shines above
Reflective ocean blue
swirling and holding rain
up here so high
up here in the minds eye

It's a psychedelic perspective
Cumulus accumulated
up here
no man should truly be
Yet I do feel like I'm free

Witness the sweet sunset
high above the clouds

Adversity drips phoniness from your bones

You have two faces
and I say it not because I'm high
it's simply 'cause I feel your vibes

My sharp shark mind
wading through the unconscious ocean
and stretching space and time
up here so high
up here in the minds eye
We
Cory Ellis Apr 2013
We
We
we the outcasts
we come in large numbers

You
a physical specimen
w/ your sleeping mind
polished and primed
can you see the meaning in time?
Could you comprehend the rhythm of rhyme?

We cannot see this future
We can create it
We will breed the ubermensch
let our wives bare this demigod
you will die
w/ your primal strength

I filled the hallways
w/ 600
riotous misfits
all so very angry
at your concept of perfection

Where will you hide
when my mob comes?
when they follow my word
w/ religious loyalty?

Oh dying lion king
can you hear the cackling
of my slobbering, smiling hyena-swarm?

— The End —