Primordial Poems - Poems about Primordial

We are all children of the moon, restless, wandering in primordial light

We are all children of the moon, restless, wandering in primordial light,
Oscillating in pure light that carries us beyond time, like a lost dream,
We come from an undefined nowhere, without a destination on the maps of the universe,
We just shimmer, without reason, without purpose, in the silent dance of snow stars,
This is our beauty, our

The quill this evening is not a mere instrument, but a primordial beast

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,

I wish to love you with a primordial intensity

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

Perhaps primordial humans have fewer illusions to shed, fewer chains to break

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

My Primordial Wound

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

Primordial Law of Nature

   A vacuum nature is said to abhor

    ~ That’s why when I sleep, I snore

Primordial Soup an Elemental Enigma

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

In the heart of the night, I awaken not from sleep, but into a primordial dream

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

The Primordial World of Love

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

Primordial Freedom

The freedom to gather
the freedom to wander
—the freedom to disobey

(Dreamsleep: October, 2023)

Primordial Soup

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

Primordial Soup

Intrepid desires
broke wings of guilded kisses
angels lullaby

Primordial

Redemptions long road
promised aphrodisiacs
spark kama sutra breezes

Listen To Your Dog

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,
	      

Primordial Sin

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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