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New york

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I met god in a movie theatre
He kept shushing me
I walk along these new York streets
And the whoosh of cars keep hushing me

I met with mike from the Bronx
I said “Hello” and he cut me off
I went to the botanical garden
And all the flowers choked me
Allergens be damned in New York

I went to Staten Island
The coastline stifled me
I boarded the Staten Island ferry
The waters lulled me to sleep

I boarded a boat to Manhattan
The skyline overawed me
The ways of this world
Daunting me.

© 2016

New Shoes

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shoess

Gonna get me a porkpie hat
Sit in new York and listen to jazz
Kick my feet back, relax
Just what the doctor ordered
When I get out of Alcatraz

He said
Get them new shoes
And wear ‘em in
Don’t listen to that gype
when they can’t handle your stripes

And remember young man
When they generalise
It may be true
But that’s your chance
To be an individual you!
So get on those damn new shoes

© 2016 May

Gorilla asks questions #8

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If God exists because the world needed a creator, because nothing can come from nothing, then who or what created God?

And if God just ‘always was’ then doesn’t that contradict the above argument?

And if God was created by something then who created that something?

What if we can’t conceive of nothing, because there is no nothing? Or is there nothing and we’re not even something?

or is God nothing?

What?

 

The fuck

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These are no thoughts
I can put a pencil to
I’m not sure I’m even thinking anymore
I’m just feeling things
Bad things
I thought I was thinking
For a moment
Only to find my mind was blank of words
And that my only thought was
“Where have all my thoughts gone”

I can’t describe to you
Why I feel the way I do
Because I have no thoughts
Attached to them anymore
I’m just walking around in a daze
Restless, but I don’t know why
Each moment I remember in a haze
Going outside at the crack of dawn
And back out every moment
And why? Fuck knows why
I feel like I want to cry
But I don’t even have tears
Guess even my rivers can run dry

I have nothing to say
It isn’t this and it isn’t that
Don’t you get it?

I can’t read anymore
Because the words just….
What? I can’t even remember that thought

Bereavement counselling?
No.
Loss is the last of my worries
Or is it
Fuck I don’t even know

I sit and you think I’m okay
He’s trying right
Cuz he’s sitting with us now
That’s what they think
That’s what I want them to think
But I’m not sure

Fuck it. Fuck what?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.fuck.
Fuck.

I think fuck might just be my only thought
Just a row of fucks
Though I’m not sure what fucks they are
If they’re given or received
If it’s that chilled ‘fuck it, man”
Or that agitated ‘FUCK’ screaming

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck

I drowning without flailing
Or maybe I am
But you can’t tell
No one can tell
No. I’m all alone in my own hell

And you all talk
Outside of me
And I just nod and speak words back
Like “yea” “no”
All the necessities
Of polite
But I’m not really sure I’m here
Or there
Or… Anywhere.

Oh fuck.
What will it take to make you realise
To the extent at which I have drowned.

Fuck. Fucking fuck, fuckity fuck
Jesus.

Hello?
You know what
I want to reach out
But I don’t
Cuz there is nothing
Anyone can say
Doesn’t matter who you are

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

Shit. What the fuck
I’m so confused

I’m all alone
No one can reach me
I can’t even reach myself

It’s 1 am. I think I might just go
And sit back out.

Love is what we choose

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You don’t need to sit down 
 To put on ya slip on shoes
 Hurry up
 We got a lotta dancing to do
 Shmoozing round these streets
 Romancing our dues
 The star lit canvas, is certainly our muse
 We don’t need to sing the heart break blues
 If love is what we choose 
 
 © 2016 May

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On the cusp

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Shielding my eyes from the sun 
 I see you in that summer dress
 Who’d have thunk it 
 The blue eyed girl whose heart I won
 and the brown eyed boy 
 I’m always torn 
 On the brink of sex and ruin 
 Always just on the cusp from love

© 2016 May

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Gorilla thinks about humans

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Humans don’t always treat other animals too well, and they most certainly don’t always treat other humans too well.

But consider, if you saw an anomaly in another animal that rarely would you judge it and damn it to hell. You may think the animal is filthy, you may think they’re ugly, but you wouldn’t judge it as harshly as you would if it was a human. You’d just say that he or she is ‘one of a kind’ he or she is a ‘rarity’ in this species. But you won’t necessarily afford the same acceptance to another human with a similar or the same anomaly.

Ponder that for a moment.

It’s not just other non-human animals that you can learn from, you can also learn from how you treat animals.

There is a reason psychopaths commonly abuse animals. The care for no living thing on this planet, human or otherwise.

In religion you haven’t found modesty, you’ve found a pedestal.

Gorilla asks questions #7

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Can nature become unnatural?  Is perhaps a question we should always ask ourselves before delcaring something unnatural. If I say something is unnatural, what am I suggesting it is? ‘not natural’ is just a repeat of ‘unnatural’ worded differently, so it can’t be the answer. What exactly is it, if it’s undone from nature? How does it still exist? How did it ever exist? To become unnatural, implies you can undo nature. How does one undo nature? And if you do perhaps, undo something, haven’t you just naturally created a new pathway, new neuron connections?

To say something is unnatural then, one must assume nature is immutable. And we know that isn’t true, we have seasons right before our eyes that shows nature changes.