I say again: the fifties film “Forbidden Planet”
Brought us “Monsters from the Id”
Where your worst nightmares
Were brought to life
From the deepest recesses
Of your subconscious mind.
The Id is such a frightful thing.
It can create the greatest pleasure
Or the most horrific monster.
Even God may have an Id.
Maybe that Id created this heavenly hell
We call Earth.
Does anyone anywhere have any control
Of The Id?
Probably not.
Those mountains of our mind
No man fathomed.
Gloomy jungles infested by crocodiles.
Endless depths.
The Id holds all the cards,
Letting us have a memory
Now and then.
Imagine if our dreams
Could truly come to life!
Bad enough that the alligator within us
Swishes with fear
And anger
The moment we feel threatened
When really we are safe
As “Mindfulness” shows.
Yes, the Id is King of the brain,
No democracy here
And all we can do
Is play along
As best we can.
Paul Butters
© PB 27\2\18.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
I say again: the fifties film “Forbidden Planet”
Brought us “Monsters from the Id”
Where your worst nightmares
Were brought to life
From the deepest recesses
Of your subconscious mind.
The Id is such a frightful thing.
It can create the greatest pleasure
Or the most horrific monster.
Even God may have an Id.
Maybe that Id created this heavenly hell
We call Earth.
Does anyone anywhere have any control
Of The Id?
Probably not.
Those mountains of our mind
No man fathomed.
Gloomy jungles infested by crocodiles.
Endless depths.
The Id holds all the cards,
Letting us have a memory
Now and then.
Imagine if our dreams
Could truly come to life!
Bad enough that the alligator within us
Swishes with fear
And anger
The moment we feel threatened
When really we are safe
As “Mindfulness” shows.
Yes, the Id is King of the brain,
No democracy here
And all we can do
Is play along
As best we can.
Paul Butters
© PB 27\2\18.
The Id is King.
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