Primal Howl

Hurdling moral barriers, 

past caution flags of life,

towards red lights,

to feel alive,

something, anything. 

Excitement rising 

in your second brain,

adrenaline coursing

through collapsed veins, 

primal howl, 

lost in the now,

while consequences growl,

like a tornado.

 

 

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Vautaw

Fri 10th Jul 2020 02:31

Thank you Anna. 🙏

Anna

Wed 8th Jul 2020 04:48

Brilliant, as usual.

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Vautaw

Thu 18th Jun 2020 00:33

Thanks Tom and Po. I appreciate you stopping by and leaving feedback. It helps me improve my writing to know what readers respond to. I agree Po, music adds depth to poetry. The two are so intertwined. Iris is one of my favorite songs. I first heard it on City of Angels. Excellent movie with one of the best soundtracks.

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Paul Sayer

Wed 17th Jun 2020 19:01

What a video...

Your poem V touches me deeply with music playing in my ears

the feelings are so immersive and subversive calling out to dissident in me.

What a talent to capture things you have Vautaw

AND Release things pent up within the soul of man (well this one anyway)

Great write.
Po

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Tom

Wed 17th Jun 2020 10:38

"while consequences growl, like a tornado." A brilliant vignette on addiction.

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