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Enantiodromia (Free verse) by Bonehiss I love you Soul Doctor.
Gentle caretaker of my spirit,
Down with the sickness unto death,
My love for you.
The frail progeny
Of our worlds in collision.
Our worlds turn.
Darkness devours the light
As your transformation is complete.
Now, master of misdirection,
Expert in the art of deception
You work with grim determination,
Craving deliverance
From the bondage of my love.
Igniting the bonfires of disharmony,
You nurture my dysfunction,
Eroding the bedrock
Of my hope and desire,
My love for you.
The frail progeny
Of our lives in derision
Our lives burn.
My mind racing with the lurid energy
Of a thousand downtowns,
Seeks explanations.
But there are none.
Only a deeper, darker shadow
Cast on the landscape of my consciousness.
Physician turned sorcerer,
Heal thyself.
I hate you, Soul Doctor.
Up the ladder:
No Sense
Down the ladder:
charterhouse of dante
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Posted: March 14, 2003 5:59 PM PST; Last modified: August 22, 2003 6:13 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7866 Comments:
this is impeccable though.
SWAGGER AWARDE! 10!
Bone hiss rocks. Superb poetry.
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First outlined by Heraclitus, enantiodromic change is the principle which governs all cycles of natural life, from the smallest to the greatest and means that eventually everything turns into its opposite.
In Jungian terms, the inherent workings of enantiodromia within our psyche continually lead us to accessing and integrating our shadow. Jung writes:
Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. It forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions.
"In Jungian terms, the inherent workings of enantiodromia within our psyche continually lead us to accessing and integrating our
shadow. Jung writes:
Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. It forms an
unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions. " this right here is quite revealing though... Isn't it young man? ah, he who stares into his own shadow is constantly having to wait and allow for his eyes to re-adjust when he looks back up to join, reality. Escape is everywhere. Love inside it. life just another mechanism to endlessly adjust and never truly notice. sad, isn't it?