I can’t let you bring me
back down
you don’t even try
just your words
your existence
makes me frown
it’s not that I’m angry
I’m not
I’m just full of fuck
and I’m trying to
get rid of the push and pull
factor
you are my resistance
to recovery
you are the insistence
I lack courage
You are the eyes
That say, “he can’t do this.”
You reflect
My own thoughts of me
Hello people in my harem,
I’m working on a book with my poetry and a few other bits here and there.
Currently in the process of trying to figure out organising this thing.
This is also why I haven’t recently posted any new poetry, as i am keen on keeping some poems exclusive to the book.
I already have a working title, I will not be revealing that till I get further in the process.
In the mean time I may post older poetry, new poetry written exactly for the purposes of having something to post here.
But it would do me a favour if you wish to reblog any of my posts, share, like or follow. Every like or follow helps construct the illusion I need to uphold, that being that my words are getting me somewhere 😉
hello, to all the people in my harem and others.
I’m working my way through collections of my poetry and other bits of writing to put in a book.
This is why I’ve not been posting new poetry lately, as I wish to keep some exclusive for the book so some poems can remain unread and new to anyone who reads my blog.
For now though it would do me a massive favour if you wish to reblog, share and like any poetry or other pieces of mine.
I disturb me. I’m tired of life and death, I’m tired of me. I’m tired of other people and their baggage, their emotions, their problems, their excuses. I’m tired of what I go through not being worthy of the pain I feel. It makes me feel pathetic, I hate when I see someone with genuine suffering and all I can think is “I have all this pain inside, and my reasons aren’t worthy of the pain I feel. My pain is not worthy yet I feel it because I’m pathetic” I feel like a clown with those endless handkerchiefs, I have endless pain. A deep harrowing hole that can’t be emptied, that can’t be fulfilled. It can’t be either because it’s nothing and it’s everything.
What I really want to do is, cut myself off from the world, allow myself to mourn life and take a painless exit.
Want to know what a gorilla truly wants? Read his poetry. But beware darkness lurks, for this gorilla has his hand in the abyss. Oh also this gorilla sometimes writes with sexual themes
It’s a hazy Sunday afternoon
Jazz and the sound of a ticking clock
Smokey dreams
Make the earthly realm obsolete
And woman solely mine
Kicks off her shoes
And we kiss in cocktails of wine
Crimson lipstick stains on my face
A tattoo from the divine
2015
My identity no longer insists on the person/people spoken about in this poem.
I don’t want to let you go
I want to float away with you
I want to go into oblivion too
My identity insists on you
I can still hear your footsteps echoing
I’m trying to reconstruct these memories
Sharp as razor edges, broken in pieces
I’m trying to find our reflection
But all I see is a stranger fading from me
Your face began to wane
And now you look like anyone
And I’m afraid
Because though you’re slipping away
I’ve left a part of me too
And it’ll always be with you
But all you left me
Were different shades of blue
© 2015
I’m a silverback gorilla. I wrote a poem about sex, see look.
Your kiss like a blade upon my skin
Naked before you, you delve deeper into my wounds
I don’t know if this is love or hate
But I can’t seem to walk away
I know I should run
But your eyes cut me down to size
I’m not big enough to take the road
I’m just a scared boy inside
Waging a war behind elusive eyes
And your ice cold kiss lays me down for the night
In my ice cold tomb where a soldier lost his fight
And your finger tips like knives
Cut across my skin
Full of sex and full of life
And your ice blue eyes are the only thing keeping me cold at night
This frost is a lesson learnt
And upon a body of curves I trace your skin
Like it’s a map of life
We hold on tight, waiting, hoping, wanting
For a…
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Hi, I’m a gorilla who writes poetry. That makes me a unique gorilla, for this reason you should probably read my poetry.
Naked before you
I stand betrayed
You kneel as if to pray
And your lips pucker
As you tread a fine line
Teasing, pleasing
Wanting forgiveness
You swallow
Your pride
And you take it in
Let it seep down
And I know
You’ll betray my trust again
But that only makes this easier
Worlds apart
I stand estranged
You smoke me like a cigarette
This will be a night we’ll regret
But for now we don’t care
It’s all we get
In the moment
We’re trying to reconnect
Nothing matters
Trying to hold on to the fragments
Tears fall to your hair
From my face
But I don’t care
My heart feels something
With every beat
But I know our love
Will not be
And when you look up
Back at me
See my tears you come up to my face
And you wipe them away
It’s all I ever…
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when people learn about confirmation bias, they claim they see it everywhere. How do they know they’re not confirming their bias about confirmation bias being everywhere?
You connect the dots and what you find is that God is earth, nature itself. And Jesus is humans at their higher selves. It is true you find God through Jesus, for it is moments of being your higher self you touch upon something, connecting dots you don’t realise you connected. You see too that the devil is also earth, also nature. We are both gods and the Devils sons and daughters.
God is a male version of saying “Mother Nature” connect the dots and you will see. You will see the messenger, Jesus, jesus is your brain at its most peaceful. You must strive to be Jesus. Connect the dots.
There are dots to be connected to infinity for all things are dots to be connected. From the very first semblance of a ‘living thing’ we are connected that far back. Humans are a diverse species. We as a species have traits of all the animal kingdom on earth. Consider that a man’s tweezers to a bird is his beak.
We have the ability to create tools, rather than being born with said tools attached to our bodies. We have our complex hands to create such tools rather than be hindered by being born a way to specialise on only one source of food etc. Humans can be meat eaters, non meat eaters, runners, loungers, nocturnal, musical, not musical etc. We as humans  can fill every niche. A finch fills its niche depending on the type of finch it is, and depending on its beaks structure and size, having been born with a beak they can’t change in their own lives, they are limited to whatever niches the beak fits.
A man’s hand creates, we can create to fullfil niches the finch fulfills if we so chose to. Because consider that Jesus and God are humans. We call God a creator, humans are creators.
Have you ever considered that perhaps man will make such realistic robots that we as a collective would be considered God, in that we created with our hands, things in our image that may very well turn against us? They may eat the apple. Perhaps the notion of God is the human brain perceiving the future. But so fractured it is, we assume it is us created in gods image.
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