
©SilverbackgorillaPhotography Feb 2016

©SilverbackgorillaPhotography Feb 2016

Standing from a crouch
As the wind tries to pull me down
My heart beating with fury
Ready for a shakedown
Seeking and fighting for glory
Trying to be the man I ought to be
© 2016 June

Gorilla wonders when humans will realise that god is just nature, unexplained?

The music continues
Like it’s all not happening
It’s surreal
Noticing time doesn’t stop
When tragedy strikes the clock
It keeps ticking
Time not registering
Your departure
And the music continues
I sit back in my chair
Drinking up the empty air
Dust in my lungs
Grief stricken
and it’s so surreal
How time doesn’t care
How it doesn’t just stop there
Spits you out and strips you bare
And the music continues
© 2016 June

I want to be the silence
That accelerates the breaks
A thunder storm of shock
Rolling across your face
To communicate the ferocity of this pain
I could never abbreviate this self hate
Encapsulate it for you to contemplate
I want to be the knife
That cuts through the silence
Before you call in the sirens
Remember I tried to be an island
Battling these tyrants
Running amok in my head
The asylum
I tried to be defiant
But I never could imagine
Sisyphus smiling.
© May 2016
Let’s pretend we’re strangers
we know no names
no restraint
apart from the way
my hands grip your wrists
we’ve never met
we’re just passing through
and fucking
on a whim
The ice cream truck plays it’s happily haunted tune as it passes, and when the dust has settled from its disturbance the street exhales a solemn sigh.
Slowing down
taking everything with ease
its all what it is
as free as the breeze….
fuuuuuckkkk
the stresses have got so that
i can’t tell what stresses they are
no words I can attach to them
they’re just there, floating around my head
rock back and forth, that always soothes me
nope not today
nothing works.
Breathe. Fucking breathe
or maybe if I just….
put my head under the water
and fall asleep
and oops
all stresses are gone.
Restricted
by by these thoughts
conflicted
what’s real what’s not
hello?
Maybe if I just….
lost my trail of thought
hello?
Is there anybody in there?
I know this building (me)
is in the process of coming to pieces
I’m trying to rescue you
hello? Is anyone there?
I’m trying to get you out before the ruin
torch light shining on the walls
they’re damp
and stained with blood
the upper roof has crashed in
wont be long now
this building is collapsing
can’t get to the heart of it
that will have to wait till the pieces have been collected
after the fall
this is place is gonna be derelict
for a while
forever if forgotten.

A foghorn in the night
A mist descended
Forlorn misfortunes intended
Belief in love suspended in a noose
And the lighthouse bathes the shore in light
But you can’t see it For your plight
©May 2016 (I think)