Id-Den Depths

 (Picture Credit - Lone Mind)

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.

I

(Picture Credit - Startups co uk)

I

The essential me.

My soul and spirit.

Never to be broken.

For I am who I am

And no-one else can live my life

But me.

No gods, emperors or kings

Can rule

Inside my head.

Sure, I can bow and scrape

To my “Superiors”,

Yet in the confines of my mind

My thoughts and feelings remain

My very own.

Inside, I have Attitude

And Assert myself fully.

You may well brainwash me

With ideology

And all manner of social-controlling stuff

But you will never eradicate

The essence

That is Me

Indeed I.

I may have little power

In this sordid world of ours,

But in the Universe of Planet Paul

I am effectively

God.

Without me,

Without my Mind,

My Id,

There would be no Life

In any place

For Me.

Without this Life

There is no World or Universe

As far as I

Am concerned.

For Me

Whatever I do not experience

Does not exist at all.

Think me selfish if you wish

Or Egocentric

Self-Centred

Call it what you will

I have to say it

As it is.

Just be grateful

That in the end

I am a loving soul.

Paul Butters

© PB 26\2\18.

Life is But a Dream

(Picture Credit - Lucid Dreaming by Big Think)

Have you ever woken up, got washed and dressed

Started you morning routine then…

Something’s not right!

Wrong place or feature

Or whatever.

You are still dreaming!

You shake yourself

And at last

You truly are awake!??

They say that Life as such

Is also but a dream.

So imagine, when you die

You find yourself on another bed

And remember the “Earth” in which you fell asleep.

A lifetime’s experience

All packed into a few hours of dreams

In a room that resides

At a higher level.

A higher level that too

Might be a dream within a dream.

An infinity of levels of dreams,

Life upon life.

Imagine that.

Boggle that mind of yours

With infinite dreams

For eternity.

Paul Butters

© PB 11\2\2018.

Roll on Summer

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My “Daffies” and Bluebells are budding now.

Maybe my Crocuses too.

Roll on Summer is what I say,

Clichéd though that may be.

No more dark dreary “days”,

With biting icy winds.

No more freezing fog

Or fretful snow.

Let’s have glorious sunshine

Bathing all our land.

Ice cream and holidays,

Leisure and luxurious slumbers.

Those Daffodils will be history by “Flaming June”

And with that “roll” will come the “rock”

Of sugar seaside sticks

With dancing music.

Oh to bring back Rock and Roll,

So we can do it again

Down on the beach

Where children ride on donkeys

While dogs frolic on the sands.

To play football again,

Jumpers for goal posts

On lush green grass.

Sunny summer.

Bring it on.

Paul Butters

© PB 9\2\2018.