Primal Poems

THE PRIMAL WHIRLWIND

A clash between two atoms.
An explosion — the Big Bang.
And so it began: with an eruption.

A cry of fire.
A chaotic dance of matter.
A beginning born of rupture.

How could it have been otherwise,
when creation itself began with conflict?

And here we are—
millions of years later—
on a planet of conflict.

A whirlwind of forces,
an endless struggle between people,
between ideas,
between

When Sunset And Stars Shine On Sacred Ground - a Collaboration with Frederic Parker

My love, let us live this paradisal evening
dressed in wispy clouds of red
and tailored in strips of orange embellishing the horizon
where shades and shadows embrace your face
as the last glimmer of daylight falls
leaving a raptured sky of coral pink and red
enhancing your beauty in the twilight's glow
as your hair dances like tranquil threads
in the breeze

Primal Properties

(19th century Tibetan Wangden rug)

Primal Properties

I look around at all the art I have collected
An assortment of inherited, home made and bought,
Ranging from African to Asian to Persian
With a smattering of European and American 
In paintings and ceramics, carvings and weavings,
And the quality of primitive earthy energy
Is what strikes me most.

There is a refinement of

NATURE OF HEART

NATURE OF HEART 

Dual curved carved
crystalline
earth pointed plasmic 
        Oneness 
quantum wave
particled 
allows Heart to heave
 
Heal with white light 
eagles 
on Tibetan height nights  
continuously crafted 
                   

Hourglass of Primal Wolf Skulls

Why does he provoke me to anger?

He stalks among us -  with his song -
a wolf's grin

His inimicality beckons 
like a hawk's talons,
luring prey to certain death

Yet he imparts wisdom 
to those who bleed

Beware!

his insights twist 
like a pit of pepper x vipers;
devouring souls He spins tales of survival
and primal instinct
Beneath the façade
lies decay
concealing

Unleash your Primal Scream

  Non-performing AI and EV’s now center stage 
    customers rightly outraged 
  Unleash your primal scream

  Transgender men destroying women’s sports
    dominating arenas and courts
  Unleash your primal scream

  Immigration at the border’s a nightmare
    Let ‘em all in, give

It Started with a Blank Canvas

Placed second in:
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                                   It Started with a Blank Canvas

  

Primal Needs

When I was younger 
a team of myself and twelve others 
spent time in a very harsh environment
an environment not suited for human habitation
it very quickly became abundantly clear
that our basic needs are paramount
shelter from the elements 
and a full belly
at the very least 
a belly that does not rumble with the emptiness of hunger
to

Primal Fears

When understanding dies
—blood is all we have

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023) 

Primal Instincts

  An Autumn wind blew an acorn
   from the paws of a squirrel
  right into the pond 
   without so much as a twirl

 Then the wind knocked down a sapling 
   that had recently sprouted
 cackling madly as a witch
   at the foliage it

O Little Earth, You Present Fruits of Primal Seed

O Little Earth, You Present Fruits Of Primal Seed

O little earth, wonder rests in thy glorious all
You allow mankind but what is he truly worth
Is he no more than an insect, so very small
Gazing at bright Heavens confused by mighty earth
To we, you giveth honey from thy heaving breasts
And the purest sweetness of your clearwater

Primal

It's the sun's prerogative
whether to shine.
It's the moon's volition, 
to make our dreams sublime.
It's the stars discretion,
whether we align.

But to love you
is a choice all mine.

Primal and divine!

The Pit

A feral battle between two starving men
That rages for ages with no knowable end. 

Deep in the pit, exchange blow for blow
No escape, never free, forever held down below.   

Brown bloodied rags hang off their skin
A visceral clash deep, deep therein. 

Deep beetled brow looks rabidly down
Into hopeful pure eyes, neither making a

Primal Scream

My scream nobody listens,

           in the middle of this huge city,

           I won't depress on unhappiness

           wrecked, drink poison or hemlock...

    

The Sea Is My Lover

The Sea is my lover
the shoreline our bedroom
slowly he takes me to
the Ends of Forever.

Ignoring the jagged rocks he comes calling
cutting himself on the 
stones and the shingles.

Arriving breathless, he lifts me
higher
until I crash on the vague
horizon.

And I am left
               

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