John Prophet

Primitive

Howling.
Fire dance.
Embers mingle.
Mingle
with the
stars.
Primal fear.
Primal night
screams.
Fire dance.
Making sense.
Making sense
of things.
Fear, unknown
why?
Why anything?
Howling
into the
dark.
Tribal unison.
Dark comfort.
Modernity
certain.
Certainty.
Eyes open
seeing further.
Knowing.
Primal instincts
as before.
Still intact.
Fear,
still fear.
Still animal.
Never ending
primitive.
Modernity
relative,
never attained.
Always animal.
Always primal.
Always primitive.
Relative.
The future,
primitive,
relative.
Modernity
elusive,
never attained.
Always primitive.
Relative!

Comments1

  • A

    Let me be the first to comment, you really set the 'organic thoughts' quick pace, passionate kind of script here. You've got a mindset, a fire in you
    I like the way you're getting ut out,
    Putting it in your words.
    It's almost like a rose in a sense. Round after round, endless petals. Thought after thought, but it's not like just thought, it feeling. Feelings arent always sentences, and most times the best words to use to describe a feeling are in no way actually relative to that feeling at all.
    But it's just, like
    Purely feeling satisfaction.
    From your poem,
    Personally, I've gotten the perspective that you have every intention to write in a delicate and powerful, conscious perspective. To write with a cause.
    However your lost in your mindset on that.
    You dont know where to begin to describe the cause you have so much fire for, because also you arent fully sure what 'all' of your 'cause' is.
    Your lost.
    Idk atleast that's my interp. Could just be about burgers or some sht.;)

    • John Prophet

      Hi A,

      Thank you kindly for reading my work.

      JP



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