Inhalation
White noise
Drowning
Life not built to last
White blinds
Dancing shadows
Ticking of the clock
White noise
Close my eyes
I’m gone.
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
Inhalation
White noise
Drowning
Life not built to last
White blinds
Dancing shadows
Ticking of the clock
White noise
Close my eyes
I’m gone.
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
They saddle up on their high horses
And frown on us
Cause they think they know
The Man
And they don’t see the blood
On their hands
‘Cause they think
The Man will understand
And they preach that when
the man comes around
We’ll be the gallows rumour
Suspended over the gallows humour
Burning feet first
For all the blessings cursed
And every prayer is just rehearsal
For when the flames immerse us
Upon their high horses
They will frown upon us…
Cause they think they know
The man
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
You dazzled me
In your casual dress
your perfume drifting
in the breeze to my nostrils
You were certified to impress
And what bliss it is
Just to sit here next to you
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
I’m trying to take heed
from all the advice over the years
Weaning myself off
From addictive thoughts
Trying to change my mind
Pretending to be a pillar of strength
Keeping people at arms length
So I don’t fall off track
I need to fight this alone
and it’s such a lonely place to be
I wish you could see
But I’ll keep it behind closed eyes
Secrets between the skies and I.
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June
Setting myself apart
No heart on these sleeves
No tears for you to see
Squared myself off
No longer feeling part of this
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June
Shadows
Under red glow
outside thunder
No one knows
the sordid details
of us in the throes
Bodies colliding
No heroes
under red glow
Shadows moving
But they don’t know
This feeling
Blow by blow
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June
No picture for this one, you be the judge on what this one is about.
In fact no more pictures for my poetry, the words shall speak for themselves from here. If that means less people pay attention, so fucking be it.

I’m not the same
I need to be alone
To process this departure
I won’t be turning to you
For closure
I’m a closed book
No longer affording to be open
©Silverbackgorilapoetry 2016 June

Hate often arises from taking love too seriously
So don’t worship the ground I walk on
See me for my flaws an all
Be irritated if need be
But we’ll always come back
When the curtains are drawn
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June

Happiness don’t look good on me
Dressed in rags not fit to please
No tilted hats and shiny shoes
with a smile on my face, it looks misused
Got a look that people will see fit to refuse
And if a fight should find me
Sparks will erupt in violence you can’t defuse
And I’ll be locked up in Alcatraz by the bloody screws
And I’ll be playing the joker to amuse
So as not to have my arse black and blue
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June

©Silverbackpoetryphotography Feb 2016