Primordial Poems - Poems about Primordial

The quill this evening is not a mere instrument, but a primordial beast, A lacquered leviathan with a tip sharp as obsidian fangs, Its body coiled like an ouroboros, devouring its own ink in vengeance, It struggles under my grip, a relic of extinct empires, growling glyphs older than rivers. When I dare to drip her name on parchment,...

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I wish to love you with a primordial intensity, An ancestral cry born from the chaos of the soul, Embracing you with a wild and pure force, Not with words that dissipate in the wind of forgetfulness, But with raw cries from the hidden corners of my being, A love that flows like melted, hot honey, An ecstasy that consumes me...

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Perhaps primordial humans have fewer illusions to shed, fewer chains to break, While we, in the labyrinth of modernity, drown in waves of deceptive teachings, A soul must be ready to let go of everything, not just fleeting riches, But all the lies whispered to it, the entire brainwashing of society. One must leave behind false stories, free oneself...

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Taken away at birth... Damaged to human touch... So I don't like to feel much... Me and my primordial wound. I have a hole in my chest... one that food, sex and drugs cannot sate... so please don't embrace me unless you can relate... to me and my primordial wound! You say you don't see color... but to you I'm still just another... and you...

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A vacuum nature is said to abhor ~ That’s why when I sleep, I snore ...

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Everyone is a blended mixture of Elementals made up of Oxygen, carbon, Hydrogen, nitrogen, Calcium, phosphorus, and… Trace elements A divine recipe, perhaps? Some are yet to be born Some are young, Some are old. Some are people of color, Some are people who lack color. Some speak one language Some speak many tongues. Some are social Some are antisocial. Some are healthy Some are sick. But what am I? Some are poor Some...

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In the heart of the night, I awaken not from sleep, but into a primordial dream, And that dream lies within another, and so forth, towards infinity, What is the number of grains of sand, an endless quest. In the flow of consciousness, I navigate through labyrinths of thoughts, Where each dream is a window to other worlds, Dreams framed...

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White doves flutter and longing words whisper silence waxes haunting as Angels sing a lone filtered light turns a soft glister casts fleeting shadows from a white dove's wing this arrow of light has pierced the dusk-gray to light the face where my heart will wander where my eyes are welcome and I will stay captured by my love's smoldering ardor as stars...

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The freedom to gather the freedom to wander —the freedom to disobey (Dreamsleep: October, 2023)...

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Primordial Soup In the cosmos kitchen of distant past, When first thoughts of life's creation were cast, A unique recipe, made its debut, 'Primordial soup', life's creation brew. Take 6 cups of seawater from seashore head, Where precursor molecules are purebred, With carbon atoms, molecules galore, With hydrogen, oxygen, many more. Add a sprinkle of salt, make a strong brine, Which becomes life's spark conductor...

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Intrepid desires broke wings of guilded kisses angels lullaby...

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Redemptions long road promised aphrodisiacs spark kama sutra breezes...

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Your dog has an indispensable dispatch, a critical communique. Are you listening? Your dog is howling at sirens, annoying all your neighbors. Have you noticed? Your dog’s evolutionary chain from wolves, a prescriptive instinct. Are you appreciating? Your dog’s howling though, is much more, ...

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Saša Milivojev - PRIMORDIAL SIN East I exist I stand Frozen in a cursed temple A black crow in my hand Blood is trickling down the frescoes Grave suffering Saints are crying Walls are moaning Like an echo from the past The fog Before the sacred altar It’s all desolate Like the Sahara My heart is being torn apart It’s all black The only thing shining above Is a half of the innocent...

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I looked up to see A voracious mite looking down at me ...

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