"archetypical" poems - Hello Poetry

Define a modern day criminal While hypocritical political beings run our land Living in a critical pitiful painful physical caving roof With a senseless empirical prototypical lost truth Indivisible people with inimical minds destroy the parasitical But we don’t dream We don’t wish And we fear Impermissible values atypical to the nonphysical morals Incorporated with subliminal messages conveying hypercritical cynical thoughts That create a clinical stereotypical that cousins the excremental Archetypical of hatred and malice of our digital kind Visible scars traditional to the mental demons in our minds But we take the beatings We’re let down And we disappoint An occipital which lacks visual of the coincidental Leading to a sentimental moment where the only desires are miracles The minimal heart becomes gentle and suffers pain A pain in the temple far from accidental that can offer supplemental guidance Unconditional love and fundamental care But we take for granted We’re selfish And we fail An oriental vibe in the beat box’s instrumental welfare Which adorns the continental flesh like a spring ornamental plant Judgmental is the incidental human race, the municipal force of the universe Oppose the parental control against the environmental curiosity of our infants Because unlike rental we can’t take back our wagon of mishaps in a world so hypocritical, cynical, stereotypical, digital, and just mental. Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © March 7th, 2011 5:42am

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Sep 28, 2011

Sep 28, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC

jonathan-pizarro

Inimical Mind

Define a modern day criminal While hypocritical political beings run our land Living in a critical pitiful painful physical caving roof With a senseless empirical prototypical lost truth Indivisible people with inimical minds destroy the parasitical But we don’t dream We don’t wish And we fear Impermissible values atypical to the nonphysical morals Incorporated with subliminal messages conveying hypercritical cynical thoughts That create a clinical stereotypical that cousins the excremental Archetypical of hatred and malice of our digital kind Visible scars traditional to the mental demons in our minds But we take the beatings We’re let down And we disappoint An occipital which lacks visual of the coincidental Leading to a sentimental moment where the only desires are miracles The minimal heart becomes gentle and suffers pain A pain in the temple far from accidental that can offer supplemental guidance Unconditional love and fundamental care But we take for granted We’re selfish And we fail An oriental vibe in the beat box’s instrumental welfare Which adorns the continental flesh like a spring ornamental plant Judgmental is the incidental human race, the municipal force of the universe Oppose the parental control against the environmental curiosity of our infants Because unlike rental we can’t take back our wagon of mishaps in a world so hypocritical, cynical, stereotypical, digital, and just mental. Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © March 7th, 2011 5:42am

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Define a modern day criminal While hypocritical political beings run our land Living in a critical pitiful painful physical caving roof With a senseless empirical prototypical lost truth Indivisible people with inimical minds destroy the parasitical But we don’t dream We don’t wish And we fear Impermissible values atypical to the nonphysical morals Incorporated with subliminal messages conveying hypercritical cynical thoughts That create a clinical stereotypical that cousins the excremental Archetypical of hatred and malice of our digital kind Visible scars traditional to the mental demons in our minds But we take the beatings We’re let down And we disappoint An occipital which lacks visual of the coincidental Leading to a sentimental moment where the only desires are miracles The minimal heart becomes gentle and suffers pain A pain in the temple far from accidental that can offer supplemental guidance Unconditional love and fundamental care But we take for granted We’re selfish And we fail An oriental vibe in the beat box’s instrumental welfare Which adorns the continental flesh like a spring ornamental plant Judgmental is the incidental human race, the municipal force of the universe Oppose the parental control against the environmental curiosity of our infants Because unlike rental we can’t take back our wagon of mishaps in a world so hypocritical, cynical, stereotypical, digital, and just mental. Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © March 7th, 2011 5:42am

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Sep 28, 2011

Sep 28, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC

jonathan-pizarro

Inimical Mind

Define a modern day criminal While hypocritical political beings run our land Living in a critical pitiful painful physical caving roof With a senseless empirical prototypical lost truth Indivisible people with inimical minds destroy the parasitical But we don’t dream We don’t wish And we fear Impermissible values atypical to the nonphysical morals Incorporated with subliminal messages conveying hypercritical cynical thoughts That create a clinical stereotypical that cousins the excremental Archetypical of hatred and malice of our digital kind Visible scars traditional to the mental demons in our minds But we take the beatings We’re let down And we disappoint An occipital which lacks visual of the coincidental Leading to a sentimental moment where the only desires are miracles The minimal heart becomes gentle and suffers pain A pain in the temple far from accidental that can offer supplemental guidance Unconditional love and fundamental care But we take for granted We’re selfish And we fail An oriental vibe in the beat box’s instrumental welfare Which adorns the continental flesh like a spring ornamental plant Judgmental is the incidental human race, the municipal force of the universe Oppose the parental control against the environmental curiosity of our infants Because unlike rental we can’t take back our wagon of mishaps in a world so hypocritical, cynical, stereotypical, digital, and just mental. Jonathan Pizarro Copyright 2011 © March 7th, 2011 5:42am

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the inertia of animation of Narcissus... the water that becomes ice of a fixation... in visage... if only Narcissus found himself... fixating on his shadow... then again... whatever Jung proposed, in schematic, and without mythological imagery... to propose a counter... has been lost to the vague attempts of countering mythology with mystification of the shadow... borrowing from Kant... a shadow is something deemed cold... i say... a shadow is something deemed animate... Narcissus fell in love with an inanimate reflection of himself... and this is why Jung failed to explain the shadow... in that... his explanation does little justice to mythology... and serves nothing more than mysticism... how can mythology not be treated seriously... when the current contest of lived to recorded time is exponentially comical... myth is time with the logic of said myth, being kept as... what coincides with whatever happens now to happen later, having borrowed from what happened in the past, a past, that... mediates the impeccable intricacy of scientific prodding... to disavow a humanism of the, "grand explanatory project"... as if... that will not be countered by an irrational tomorrow... to the rationalism of... oh... say... 3 billions year, give or take. the shadow is too mystical in Jungian terms... my explanation of the shadow is... counter to Narcissus... the demigod who... looking at his shadow... made a more subliminal fascination... the mere form, and how thought somehow contradicted consciousness (dasein)... Jung took the mystical, archetypical route... i took the mythological, archaic route; i guess we both returned to the same conclusion... only that... there wouldn't be a Narcissus without a lake, since there would be no Narcissistic observation on either sea or river... but i sure as hell can cast a shadow onto the sea, as i can, onto a river.

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

p.s. to the antonym of Narcissus

the inertia of animation of Narcissus... the water that becomes ice of a fixation... in visage... if only Narcissus found himself... fixating on his shadow... then again... whatever Jung proposed, in schematic, and without mythological imagery... to propose a counter... has been lost to the vague attempts of countering mythology with mystification of the shadow... borrowing from Kant... a shadow is something deemed cold... i say... a shadow is something deemed animate... Narcissus fell in love with an inanimate reflection of himself... and this is why Jung failed to explain the shadow... in that... his explanation does little justice to mythology... and serves nothing more than mysticism... how can mythology not be treated seriously... when the current contest of lived to recorded time is exponentially comical... myth is time with the logic of said myth, being kept as... what coincides with whatever happens now to happen later, having borrowed from what happened in the past, a past, that... mediates the impeccable intricacy of scientific prodding... to disavow a humanism of the, "grand explanatory project"... as if... that will not be countered by an irrational tomorrow... to the rationalism of... oh... say... 3 billions year, give or take. the shadow is too mystical in Jungian terms... my explanation of the shadow is... counter to Narcissus... the demigod who... looking at his shadow... made a more subliminal fascination... the mere form, and how thought somehow contradicted consciousness (dasein)... Jung took the mystical, archetypical route... i took the mythological, archaic route; i guess we both returned to the same conclusion... only that... there wouldn't be a Narcissus without a lake, since there would be no Narcissistic observation on either sea or river... but i sure as hell can cast a shadow onto the sea, as i can, onto a river.

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Jakuta, the son of Aganju The fiery son of Obatala Violent ruler, grandson of Oduduwa Sàngó, the one who screams with thunderbolt A betroth to Osun, Oba and Oya The husband of Oya Sàngó, the third Alaafin of Oyo Sàngó, god of thunder and lightning Sàngó, the clappings of thunder, His making. Sàngó, maker of lightning Sàngó, the dragon that consumes other dragons with fire Sàngó, killer of Gbonga with his ferocious fire Sàngó, Arabambi Oko Oya Sàngó, Eleyinju Ogunna Sàngó, Olukoso Lalu Sàngó, the breathe of fire Sàngó, Olukoso Sàngó, Oloju Orogbo Sàngó, the rescuer of Alaafin Ajaka A favourite to the bata drums Sàngó, Akara yeri yeri Sàngó, the killer who was never killed Sàngó, he who waves his double-headed axe Sàngó, Oba koso Sàngó, god of justice Sàngó, god of dance Sàngó, god of virility Sàngó, Xangó Changó Sàngó, Agodo Sàngó, Afonja Sàngó, Lubé Sàngó, Obomin Sàngó, the caster of thunderstones Sàngó, god of iron Sàngó, god of fire Sàngó, the archetypical god Sàngó, god of power Sàngó, god dominance Sàngó, king of Alujá Sàngó, a great deity Sàngó, a notable Magician Sàngó oo Sàngó oo Sàngó oo Olukoso oo Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

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Jul 6, 2020

Jul 6, 2020 at 8:59 AM UTC

Tosyano

Sàngó

Jakuta, the son of Aganju The fiery son of Obatala Violent ruler, grandson of Oduduwa Sàngó, the one who screams with thunderbolt A betroth to Osun, Oba and Oya The husband of Oya Sàngó, the third Alaafin of Oyo Sàngó, god of thunder and lightning Sàngó, the clappings of thunder, His making. Sàngó, maker of lightning Sàngó, the dragon that consumes other dragons with fire Sàngó, killer of Gbonga with his ferocious fire Sàngó, Arabambi Oko Oya Sàngó, Eleyinju Ogunna Sàngó, Olukoso Lalu Sàngó, the breathe of fire Sàngó, Olukoso Sàngó, Oloju Orogbo Sàngó, the rescuer of Alaafin Ajaka A favourite to the bata drums Sàngó, Akara yeri yeri Sàngó, the killer who was never killed Sàngó, he who waves his double-headed axe Sàngó, Oba koso Sàngó, god of justice Sàngó, god of dance Sàngó, god of virility Sàngó, Xangó Changó Sàngó, Agodo Sàngó, Afonja Sàngó, Lubé Sàngó, Obomin Sàngó, the caster of thunderstones Sàngó, god of iron Sàngó, god of fire Sàngó, the archetypical god Sàngó, god of power Sàngó, god dominance Sàngó, king of Alujá Sàngó, a great deity Sàngó, a notable Magician Sàngó oo Sàngó oo Sàngó oo Olukoso oo Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

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.*mmm... yeah... that time when i was paranoid about my neighbour killing my cat, and when i went into a cemetery and hacked off a slab of a grave? that time? ugly? mmm... matti... my my... which part? dating? is that like... an english "thing"? can we just bypass the whole fiasco and dive right into the *** no? good... well... with so many freedoms allowed to govern women, who subsequently tend to want to tame governing man... how about... you tell me what to do, once you hand-cuff me? oh... right... well... here's to the guillotine... anti-immigration... the rights of bulgarian prostitutes... or... whatever you feel like: making up your mind about.* masochism... not listening to the radio... and turning on the youtube socio-political commentary... when... Ashley Elisa could have met Economic Invincibility. me? fold, poker, down, and a sing-along... with a fiddler on the roof staged take on being amused... from the petty jew... to akin a king solomon... well: neither of the two could be held in equally high esteem... could they? but's that's my variant of masochism... turning off the radio brimming with song, and instead... (jerking off doesn't seem as bad)... listening to "advice" on the youtube.

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Mar 11, 2019

Mar 11, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

an archetypical agony aunt among the gentiles

.*mmm... yeah... that time when i was paranoid about my neighbour killing my cat, and when i went into a cemetery and hacked off a slab of a grave? that time? ugly? mmm... matti... my my... which part? dating? is that like... an english "thing"? can we just bypass the whole fiasco and dive right into the *** no? good... well... with so many freedoms allowed to govern women, who subsequently tend to want to tame governing man... how about... you tell me what to do, once you hand-cuff me? oh... right... well... here's to the guillotine... anti-immigration... the rights of bulgarian prostitutes... or... whatever you feel like: making up your mind about.* masochism... not listening to the radio... and turning on the youtube socio-political commentary... when... Ashley Elisa could have met Economic Invincibility. me? fold, poker, down, and a sing-along... with a fiddler on the roof staged take on being amused... from the petty jew... to akin a king solomon... well: neither of the two could be held in equally high esteem... could they? but's that's my variant of masochism... turning off the radio brimming with song, and instead... (jerking off doesn't seem as bad)... listening to "advice" on the youtube.

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