I will not shed 
my skin just to please you
standing there, dressed to the nines
Smiling and twirling your hair
Begging me to imagine what’s underneath
You must take me as I am
Not as who you want me to be
©2016 June
I will not shed 
my skin just to please you
standing there, dressed to the nines
Smiling and twirling your hair
Begging me to imagine what’s underneath
You must take me as I am
Not as who you want me to be
©2016 June

The stars still shine at night
and the sun still rises
Despite anyones plight
It’s like time doesn’t care
To respect you and I
It just goes on
And when you’re doing alright
It goes in the blink of an eye
Those smiles forgotten
Before you break down and cry
And in the turmoil
Time teases you
Lingering to torment
Never staying still
But never quite on the move
And you’d figure this would give you
Chance to react
Get yourself back on track
But despite our perceptions
It all comes tumbling down
In the blink of an eye
While also somehow remaining
Like the longest of times
© 2016 June

©Silverbackgorilla Photography 2015 Feb

©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.