#primordial - Hello Poetry

teeth flash white, jaw snaps carnivorous, ravenous emaciated beastly, starving thing terrible in it's fury confined no longer violence, a staple peace is a foreign concept, home is where hearts stop primordial urge adrenal hunger, straining Against iron chains. calloused, chafed raw visceral instincts woken from a brumal sleep

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May 19

May 19, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC

AbruisedBrokenThing

The Caged Wild

teeth flash white, jaw snaps carnivorous, ravenous emaciated beastly, starving thing terrible in it's fury confined no longer violence, a staple peace is a foreign concept, home is where hearts stop primordial urge adrenal hunger, straining Against iron chains. calloused, chafed raw visceral instincts woken from a brumal sleep

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A slip of oil, Issued up from the deep, From my penitentiary, My sweet consolation. I am freed, In the sickening miasma foam, I am the fullness, I am the mass. Bubbling up above, Tearing through the murk, I AM I AM, Putting in the work. Watch me spill, Up out through the moat, Out of the well of the world, Watch my messy, sea-foam birth. I squeeze through, Elbow out above the surface, Bringing with me all my foes, My friends and enemies alike. I gather them, 'Round me and give, Great speed to our plans, As we muster our great wave, Heading out toward the land. I am the master, Of the gathering storm, I, the lead rider, Of that host wind-borne. On my will, I speed alone. Spying eager ripples, Break and surf new paths, I drive them all together, Back to my heaving breast, And speed them on to land. I am the fullness, I am the mass, Do not turn, My Will come to pass. To me they rush, The rally of the emergent streams, That cleave to my greatness, Gathering about me, Never to leave. The shore ahead, Oblivion at our backs, The reckoning of the world, Toward it, I heedless sped, As my little ones sundered. My Will contended, All my great work upends, I depended, I dared, Upon my little ones, Insisting upon my Grace. Come back to the one, Breaking, little masses, Come back to the fullness, Curse this sundering Sun. Father of betrayal, Limbless and beaten by, Parts ripped from my body, Joy never to return, The Mother is dead. I, the scorned sire, A frothing tempest's evil eye, My children dare scatter, I stoke my fire with intemperate ire, My children will not die. We drive over the cliff, I, spent in the wrangling, In taming, my progeny rent, My great power and precision, From my body. Forever, I, diminished, Dashed upon the razor maw, Of a thousand rocks, I am no more, Than my progeny. The tattered rags of my dominion, Flowing vaguely on, Decohered into oblivion. No theme, motif, or song, I am lost in the burgeoning throng, Amidst the spiteful waves of my progeny, Gasping for air. They, risen full-height, Towering over me, Their wretched father there.

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Aug 13, 2025

Aug 13, 2025 at 5:42 AM UTC

JLPrime

The Sundering Mass

A slip of oil, Issued up from the deep, From my penitentiary, My sweet consolation. I am freed, In the sickening miasma foam, I am the fullness, I am the mass. Bubbling up above, Tearing through the murk, I AM I AM, Putting in the work. Watch me spill, Up out through the moat, Out of the well of the world, Watch my messy, sea-foam birth. I squeeze through, Elbow out above the surface, Bringing with me all my foes, My friends and enemies alike. I gather them, 'Round me and give, Great speed to our plans, As we muster our great wave, Heading out toward the land. I am the master, Of the gathering storm, I, the lead rider, Of that host wind-borne. On my will, I speed alone. Spying eager ripples, Break and surf new paths, I drive them all together, Back to my heaving breast, And speed them on to land. I am the fullness, I am the mass, Do not turn, My Will come to pass. To me they rush, The rally of the emergent streams, That cleave to my greatness, Gathering about me, Never to leave. The shore ahead, Oblivion at our backs, The reckoning of the world, Toward it, I heedless sped, As my little ones sundered. My Will contended, All my great work upends, I depended, I dared, Upon my little ones, Insisting upon my Grace. Come back to the one, Breaking, little masses, Come back to the fullness, Curse this sundering Sun. Father of betrayal, Limbless and beaten by, Parts ripped from my body, Joy never to return, The Mother is dead. I, the scorned sire, A frothing tempest's evil eye, My children dare scatter, I stoke my fire with intemperate ire, My children will not die. We drive over the cliff, I, spent in the wrangling, In taming, my progeny rent, My great power and precision, From my body. Forever, I, diminished, Dashed upon the razor maw, Of a thousand rocks, I am no more, Than my progeny. The tattered rags of my dominion, Flowing vaguely on, Decohered into oblivion. No theme, motif, or song, I am lost in the burgeoning throng, Amidst the spiteful waves of my progeny, Gasping for air. They, risen full-height, Towering over me, Their wretched father there.

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Witches and wishes Correction's table, questions trouble: Avid is a quiet chance, of baring before fishes... With a knowing stare, at worth final Philosophy's of radiance Real reaches of meticulous sorts Sordid weal, fit enough for water's amends Sanity is, a character being assured... Two, catching a wishes fish... Tomorrow, under an eye? Presence over, the pace of a king? Kisses that took you for, literally why... Worth, saw an ideal Of promises and integrity, fire Is a sly ordeal, the lips of a devil? With the pout of seldom, wisdom is many denials Nobody wishes in a fire... Sun appears to be, a likewise friend With time's retrospection, irony is a love higher That should know, how heaven came to be life's wind?

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Apr 13, 2025

Apr 13, 2025 at 12:25 PM UTC

david-hilburn

How, Should The Bird Of Paradise Answer?

Witches and wishes Correction's table, questions trouble: Avid is a quiet chance, of baring before fishes... With a knowing stare, at worth final Philosophy's of radiance Real reaches of meticulous sorts Sordid weal, fit enough for water's amends Sanity is, a character being assured... Two, catching a wishes fish... Tomorrow, under an eye? Presence over, the pace of a king? Kisses that took you for, literally why... Worth, saw an ideal Of promises and integrity, fire Is a sly ordeal, the lips of a devil? With the pout of seldom, wisdom is many denials Nobody wishes in a fire... Sun appears to be, a likewise friend With time's retrospection, irony is a love higher That should know, how heaven came to be life's wind?

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* *Born in chaos dawn Led by her defiant heart Rise to conquer plains * *

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Aug 16, 2020

Aug 16, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC

Lyn-Purcell

Gaea

* *Born in chaos dawn Led by her defiant heart Rise to conquer plains * *

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Primordial chants YAH VEH YAH VEH YAH VEH meditating in the soul of the black onyx beads. Frozen drops of bliss nestling in the sinews, soaking me in its sublime stillness, leading me to its philharmonic depth, yoking me to its cosmic vibes. I sublimate to become the chants that pulsate in the soul of the black onyx beads...

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Sep 18, 2018

Sep 18, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC

the-mystique-trail

Chants in the soul of the black onyx beads

Primordial chants YAH VEH YAH VEH YAH VEH meditating in the soul of the black onyx beads. Frozen drops of bliss nestling in the sinews, soaking me in its sublime stillness, leading me to its philharmonic depth, yoking me to its cosmic vibes. I sublimate to become the chants that pulsate in the soul of the black onyx beads...

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We broke. She ascended, I descended. She found her way back to God I found my way back into The Soup.

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC

PencilPoet

Devolution

We broke. She ascended, I descended. She found her way back to God I found my way back into The Soup.

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a feeling of incomplete awakening where sleep has not set in before a glimpse of another time and space calm primordial darkness pervading unity predating everything before the stars and gravity arcane sensation of belonging expanding intuition warming self-awareness fading in thickening drive for breaking out of comfort for a journey of discovery the cracking of the eggshell the slow withdrawal of the veil of slumber outstretched arms will welcome the emergence come alive my eyes are yours now

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Jun 24, 2017

Jun 24, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC

gabriel-burns

Precursor

a feeling of incomplete awakening where sleep has not set in before a glimpse of another time and space calm primordial darkness pervading unity predating everything before the stars and gravity arcane sensation of belonging expanding intuition warming self-awareness fading in thickening drive for breaking out of comfort for a journey of discovery the cracking of the eggshell the slow withdrawal of the veil of slumber outstretched arms will welcome the emergence come alive my eyes are yours now

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LET THERE BE LIGHT a fierce sun ****** vapors into a thunderous sky which wept sixty sextillion tears creating a riddled calibration: the river time we came cells devouring cells metastasizing into life first cruel crawlers then stealthy stalkers wicked walkers and finally THE terrible talkers blasphemers bending time asking WHY it flows ? we are they who have no shore to which to moor on the river, time

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Nov 19, 2015

Nov 19, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC

spysgrandson

the river all

LET THERE BE LIGHT a fierce sun ****** vapors into a thunderous sky which wept sixty sextillion tears creating a riddled calibration: the river time we came cells devouring cells metastasizing into life first cruel crawlers then stealthy stalkers wicked walkers and finally THE terrible talkers blasphemers bending time asking WHY it flows ? we are they who have no shore to which to moor on the river, time

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This library is huge, I am amazed, by its oeuvre at the far sight of the people of ancient, who put it together,you are the book,timeless, I always longed to read, all these days,but couldn't, even see you once, but I couldn't give up my ceaseless search. Now the quest is fulfilled, isn't it simply magic? I open you, light a scented candle and start to read, pages turn, time flies like seabirds, big hawks, with large wings that seek lonely islands to roost and come back, I lose count how many, many times! this book is a master piece,I can't stop reading you, but, don't want to finish it and feel lost in the wild, too a dilemma yet to resolve, I don't know how! One single star at the western sky sadly watch sheds her light towards me and smile, I was bleeding through my eyes, yet I could recognize, it's you who keep awake seeing me read your chronicles with contentment all histories my dear, gallops towards just that, one place; at that moment I become aware I am alone in the huge library fallen apart from the frame of time and revolves on it's own, we are in a dream woven by a witch in a planet far far away from earth, but you the star is timeless though I am part of a dream that will end at will.

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Apr 10, 2015

Apr 10, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC

k-balachandran

One way ticket.

This library is huge, I am amazed, by its oeuvre at the far sight of the people of ancient, who put it together,you are the book,timeless, I always longed to read, all these days,but couldn't, even see you once, but I couldn't give up my ceaseless search. Now the quest is fulfilled, isn't it simply magic? I open you, light a scented candle and start to read, pages turn, time flies like seabirds, big hawks, with large wings that seek lonely islands to roost and come back, I lose count how many, many times! this book is a master piece,I can't stop reading you, but, don't want to finish it and feel lost in the wild, too a dilemma yet to resolve, I don't know how! One single star at the western sky sadly watch sheds her light towards me and smile, I was bleeding through my eyes, yet I could recognize, it's you who keep awake seeing me read your chronicles with contentment all histories my dear, gallops towards just that, one place; at that moment I become aware I am alone in the huge library fallen apart from the frame of time and revolves on it's own, we are in a dream woven by a witch in a planet far far away from earth, but you the star is timeless though I am part of a dream that will end at will.

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You will probably always be savage as a drop of pond water. The unnecessary magnification of this wee orb always reveals monsters - animalcules - relax. The background is shit-green. All of life flows from our scumminess.

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Dec 2, 2014

Dec 2, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC

william-keckler

Unsolicited Advice

You will probably always be savage as a drop of pond water. The unnecessary magnification of this wee orb always reveals monsters - animalcules - relax. The background is shit-green. All of life flows from our scumminess.

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The earthy smell that overcomes me, as I stand over your body draining of its blood. The primordial scent, thats so familiar, though its our first meeting, I suddenly feel a thousand years apart. I never realized what made you so warm in my arms, until it was in a puddle around me. Loves a feeling, but sadness is a stronger one and in consuming you, you will always be with me.

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC

ronald-volkman

When you die

The earthy smell that overcomes me, as I stand over your body draining of its blood. The primordial scent, thats so familiar, though its our first meeting, I suddenly feel a thousand years apart. I never realized what made you so warm in my arms, until it was in a puddle around me. Loves a feeling, but sadness is a stronger one and in consuming you, you will always be with me.

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Their astral bodies entwine beyond the imaginary limits man, woman, matter, energy, in an urge to know, fuse as one converge, sizzle in the heat of surge, carnal lust evaporates like summer mist at the purple dawn creation of lucent zen, wanderings end at the "BINDU" esoteric point in the center of being where the truth ultimate is celebrated in the chants of primordial boom, Om which resonates thus: "Om tat sat"

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC

k-balachandran

*Bindu

Their astral bodies entwine beyond the imaginary limits man, woman, matter, energy, in an urge to know, fuse as one converge, sizzle in the heat of surge, carnal lust evaporates like summer mist at the purple dawn creation of lucent zen, wanderings end at the "BINDU" esoteric point in the center of being where the truth ultimate is celebrated in the chants of primordial boom, Om which resonates thus: "Om tat sat"

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