#primal
In the cold night
When our bones ache with pain
We draw nearer to the fire
As we warm up again.
Fire brightens the night
And it lights up the dark
It casts shadows and secrets
With every spark.
"What can you show us
Great Fire, you are?
Show us the truth
For we have travelled far."
"Gather ye around
Young ones and old
And I will tell you a tale
That few people know."
We all gathered around
The great fire of light
To hear the old tale
And drive off the cold night.
"Ye humans are cruel"
We all held our breaths
"Fighting among yourselves
Till there's none of you left."
We shake our heads, no
"We're not all like that
Surely, Father Fire
We are better than that."
"I will give you warmth
I will give you light
I will cook your food
And I will be your delight."
"You don't deserve it
You selfish beasts of prey
You will become extinct
And I will flee away."
"Your light will grow dim
And your bones will freeze
As you realise
Begging on hands and knees."
"But I will not come
I will not rejoice
Till you learn to behave
You all have a choice."
"Father Fire, do not leave
Don't abandon us, poor and lame
We have no one but ourselves
In all this to blame."
"Show us your light
And give us your warmth
Otherwise we die
From our greed and our wants."
"Yes, I will stay
But only for a little while
Learn to love peace
Like a little child."
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 11:39 PM UTC
Are you man enough
To walk the path carved in your marrow?
To let instinct speak?
Can you listen to the wild in your chest
not tame it, but understand it?
Are you man enough
to protect without owning,
to fight without hatred,
to cry without retreat,
to bleed and still rise
not as a martyr,
but as a force of nature returning to form?
You are not a flaw in evolution.
You are its edge,
its hammer,
its echo through time.
Stand tall,
not in defiance of the world,
but in allegiance to what made you.
Nature never doubted you.
Why should you?
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
Oceans away, lies an island; A beach where the waves reach the sand.
I found peace there once.
The ocean felt so good on my skin.
The inner peace I felt, I craved it more and more; every sense of relief and every worry left my body.
Then something happened, I slipped and cut my foot.
My feet could touch the bottom so it wasn’t that deep.
The rock caught me off guard, I was pulled under, water filling my lungs; my organs turning against me.
I fought, pulling me under.
A beast, a blue beautiful monster grabbed me and pulled me by my shirt with his mouth.
I woke up, drenched, lying inside a cave; by a warm fire.
This man was a beast, with beautiful blue fur, staring at me.
I must have passed out, because he had been watching me sleep.
He was beautiful, sharp teeth and more animal than human.
He saved me, I almost died but he saved me.
Part 2.
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
I smell the wild on you.
How the snow is caked in your fur.
When the night falls, what does
It offer besides survival.
And the means to be something
besides human.
We're stuck here somewhere where
The earth has broken.
And the cold envelopes everything it
Touches.
You stand there in the snow
Teeth bared.
Not afraid to go at it once more.
I've grown tired, so very tired.
Your eyes burn the snow.
That fierce longing to stay alive.
What else does the night offer,
We've consumed pretty much
everything else except each other.
And I am tired of fighting.
Nothing pretty survives out here alone,
In the dark.
Together, you and I nestled in each other's warm.
When hunger subsides.
We'll find it in each other
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 1:26 PM UTC
Ignited
Excited
My body roars
Through my veins
Lit
Straight fire
Passion incarnate
Primal desire.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 2:10 AM UTC
Hollow
Doesn’t have to be a bad word
Hollow
Doesn’t have to mean “empty”
And “missing”
When I listen
It means there is a container
Wrapped tight
And taut in something warm
The hide of a once wild
and free animal
is now a fate reverberated
as another passionate, wild being
Strikes it
Sparks the potential aflame
Into a sprout of a heartbeat
Or it is
The fog
Once aimless and reaching
Until it finds a lighthouse
Its beam also reaching for it
So when light strikes the micro droplets
Each effervescent molecule
Is lit in the turn of the path
In each passing round
An orchestra plays
That is the word
“Hollow”
To me
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 2:59 AM UTC
Read to me
the story of the sun
and how our first lovers
were the stars
Your mind beams penetrate me
radiate my cells
pump my blood
I'd swim in my hair
like you do
Some melodies
don’t need a literal space, you see
world traveler,
you don’t know this place
I like that
you can’t give me an animal
intercepted patterns
trim
unchartered moments
primally coded
in me and you
Don’t be afraid
Whatever happens
it’s only Love
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 2:39 AM UTC
I first heard the
lullaby in the
womb.
It has a pulse
and rhythm.
It was embedded in
my tissue and cells.
And when I was shot out,
****** and naked,
the cord was cut.
The journey began.
At five years old,
I remember closing
my eyes, and lying
down to go to sleep,
it felt like I was
being rocked.
I wonder if the
subconscious mind was
remembering the
rhythm of the womb.
My Mom--pregnant with me
walking upstairs--downstairs,
elevators
escalators
movement
pulse,
the eternal lullaby of
the womb.
When I closed my
eyes, it felt like I
was being rocked.
It felt like I was
in a swing;
back and forth.
Easy, like a fragrant
spring night.
I feel and hear the
pulse--the rhythm,
the heart in everything.
In footsteps--in the wind,
in the ancient river, and
in the mermaid's song.
I feel it in
the beating of the
hummingbird's wings.
I see it in
Van Gogh's jagged sky,
in the flight pattern
of the wasp.
There is a rhythm in
death and birth.
Oh my God, the rapture of
the rhythm of love and
joy--so sublime.
The primal beat of a
heartbreak--pain,
like painting with
blood.
So real
too lucid.
Icarus, let's fly into
the sun, drunk on
***** or cheap wine.
We'll escape--liquid smooth,
until our wings melt,
and we fall back down,
crash
to the pulse
the rhythm
*** ***
*** ***
*** ***
Sometimes,
I wish I were
a rock.
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
I disassociate to my "friends" lives scrolling by,
I don't need any spliff or fungus to reach
Peak apathetic non self congruence.
Watching years pass by in seconds
Is all the psychedelic room temperature
Mental priming for my primate mental
That I could ever hope for
Before being snapped back out
By the cubed carrot reward of
Internet interaction
Which keeps me salivating and searching
For ways to increase the amount of time
I don't have to associate with that guy inhabiting my body
For a while I can see my problems as goners
Being slowly erased from my mind like a magnet over a hard drive
Until a kindly panic attack reminds my of
My lack of lack of control
And the selfless self centered guilt keeps me
Wishing I were working instead of living
Who could be so audacious
As to propose a life out side
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
#
#1
I’m no good at merrymaking
I do it alone
I do it dark
And I go at it with rabid excess
I am fellow to it
Until morning
And I make the morning hurt
A mark is embed
#2
Amoungst great company
I am dog unwanted
In the comapany of one
I am villain bird
I am influence
I hit a drinking partner in the weak knees of weak truths
And things go madly south
But tonite I am alone
As I ought
And not sought out
#3
Astray from the fireside
Into the woods
In the territory
Where I fear to thread the pathways
I shall recover my work
In the graven woodland
I shall face myself down
And bed darkness
Where I am truely wed
#4
Thriving and well hausted
I strain and clamp upon the energy
I face my enemy
My power
I bide from his readings
I make ****** pleasings
Form verbal greeting
And extend a hand
For this
The first of many a meeting
#5
Upon this connection
This Faustian reflection
I make the primal
The woe in me
And the red wash of ravenous pages
My activity
My moulded tool
My rage
My howl against creativity
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC
Laid down, the only answer that can be given.
Clearer light, separate and distinct, from the same fountain.
Ambition, to counteract ambition.
Human nature, to reflect on human nature.
Angels were to control itself.
Divide and fortify. Natural defense, safety. Absolute negative connection between this weaker and the weaker.
All the power surrendered.
Evil will render This, turned against, broken into.
Justice is the end, pursued until it be obtained, or lost in the pursuit.
Unite and oppress, anarchy to rein as a state of nature,
not secured against the violence.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 9:14 AM UTC
like-a-night-terror
slip pin g out of vie w
the words elude.
so keep there
the eyes
unfocused
at paper or/// screen till the sentence---- rushes into sight.
break it.
^^ butcher it.
keep it.<< >> analyse it.
toss it . kiss it.
where w a s it? was it ee ee e even here?
a tremor in the night
awoken without the memory
(all poets say is a million different "I can't love you any other way.")
of a line i wanted to write.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
They say that the human being is a primal creature
That deep down likes to bite, to scratch, to hunt
Mark their own territory
And like so many other primal animals, feels this intrinsic pleasure in subduing others
People say many things
But in my world, pleasure and pain mix together
Primal creatures show their claws
For others willing to be subjected
I once heard that *** becomes human from the moment it becomes ******
For me however, eroticism doesn't depend on ***
And the primal is the most human and the most civilized of them all
Just like the ones that look at me right now
They see my movement and judge me feline
Sharp claws, curious look, precise movements
And I don't even need to show my fangs into a smile
For them to understand who the predator is
After all, as I already mentioned
Pleasure and pain mix
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
You use to sneer at me,
As if you were better than me,
You use to look down at me through soft lashes,
You smoked so you could slowly choke me with ashes,
You would say "Without ME you are NOTHING",
Well I might not be much, but I AM something,
I will not stand in your shadow, I'll cast my own,
I won't let your self loathing deliver me into an early grave stone,
Although I must admit I crave the feeling of your flesh upon mine,
I want to slide your taste over my lips like fine wine,
Im slightly disgusted by this need to satisfy this primal hunger inside me,
My body betrays me while an unnatural lust brings me to my knees,
The only good thing about you was your ability to ******
Only through carnal cravings could we call a truce,
You thought that if you could make my body feel good I would need you,
You would tell me that the only thing I was good at was laying beneath you,
You tried to dig me up so that I couldn't bloom where I was planted,
You thought those fevered desperate kisses would keep me enchanted,
I left because I got tired of your lust games,
we don't share anymore perverted love claims,
When I think of you now I snicker, too no one in particular,
I liked how you were twisted and ******
But thats all I liked about you,
Its funny how I was so drawn but also so repulsed by you,
I guess that means that I'm a little sick too,
I don't regret it though, cause then I'd have to admit that a part of me cared,
Try not to mourn the wicked temptations that we shared,
I'm fine on my own, are you;
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC
"It Comes At Night"
(Desire) First renewed
Under the silver light (of the moon)
"A Quiet Place"
(A) Fatal Attraction
There will be blood (he hopes)
Venom (drips from his tongue)
(as he forces open her) Jaws
******
(the) Heat
"Let Him Have It"
Primal Fear (is all she knows)
"The Usual Suspects"
Goodfellas (they claim)
(making her play) The Game
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
The Sounding Foam of Primal Things
*(The title and the poem, taken from and inspired by
Carl Sandburg's "Who Am I?")
wind and rain pound the surf.
snow falls on the beach, on the shore.
man-observer cannot tell:
has the earth gone mad, all wet?
do the seas rise, whipped up, filling the heavens,
or does the white rain replenishes the very body,
from whence it came, and now returns?
this matters greatly, yet nothing answers this, his question.
the furious soundings, the green foam churn,
the silence of no response inebriates,
drunk on the tempest's hard wet liquor,
weighed down, sodden with the despair,
solitude, silence, absent answers,
his natural walking companions!
No Stopping signs on almost every corner,
Do Not Pass, Do Not Enter,
One Way, Two Way, No Thru Passage,
but the one sign he seeks,
"Stay On The Path" absent.
Eluded,
dispassionate endings,
the essential quietude among
furious surround-sounds of creative destruction
he ceases to ask, for unanswered, undirected.
Concluded,
either
their is no one listening, or,
there is no one caring, or,
Deluded,
illusion is truth,
he is an illusion.
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
The pulse of all the universe is the vibration of Om
the primal sound of the Creator it manifested from.
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Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
...and 'oh my God' did I cry
I sparked like I was made of knives
and it carried me
I was adopted
It took me and I gave up me
easily
This had become dimensional
Life seamed
I was played
I was playing
I was addressing reasoning
and burying it fiercely and fare
Pounding clay over it
and enhancing my surroundings
content and without trust
Restart
Welled and sad
Sick excited
A primal plug
Connected
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
Eight billion people,
call this planet home.
Eight billion people,
all of them alone.
Arbitrary borders,
divide and define.
Who belongs where,
who's on which side.
Propaganda and lies,
hatred and fear,
accompany those borders.
"You're not 'From Here'".
They shout and they rant,
"Protect us from harm!
Protect us from monsters!
who work on our farms..."
Save us from humans!
That are really just the same,
but they look a little different,
or have a "funny name".
Every human is flawed,
We dig our own graves,
Eight Billion people,
Who do not want to be saved.
We have come so far,
but we have to do more,
to be better than primates,
looking for war.
Eight billion minds,
That think only of one.
And how they can prosper,
alone in their fun.
Religion and Government,
forms of control.
That tell you to fight,
for country and soul.
The heathens that march,
against the life that you made,
must be destroyed!
It's the only way!
Build us our bombs,
our weapons in space,
expand our borders,
war is a race!
Money and lead,
power and greed,
These are the things,
we are taught to need.
Complicated desires,
from animalistic wants,
pollute the whole planet,
by "draining the swamp".
We call ourselves modern,
With our dollars and glass,
but our future is as dismal,
as our most recent past.
A species divided,
is one doomed to fail.
And there's so much to lose,
with a world this frail.
Are we together?
Or alone in a crowd.
A decision must be made.
and it has to be now.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC