Twisted love

I’m a silverback gorilla. I wrote a poem about sex, see look.

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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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Betrayed

Hi, I’m a gorilla who writes poetry. That makes me a unique gorilla, for this reason you should probably read my poetry.

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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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We are Jesus, we are God

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.

 

Sickness consumes my days

Nausea is consuming my days. I can’t eat and I can’t not eat. I can’t do a damn thing. It just happens every single fucking day. It’s a really niggling sickness that feels like it’s right the depths of my stomach. I come online between the waves of it, when it feels a little less niggling. It gets to to be i feel so bad I’m literally trembling with what feels like a massive surge of absaloute weakness taking on all my limbs, especially my legs.

Fuck. I feel like giving up my meds to see if one of them is irritating my stomach. But can I even deal with what would come from not taking them?

I’m getting close to giving up my anti-depressants. Yea you think i’m miserable git on them? wooooahhh boy you wanna see me off them. Seriously.

Brexit: Gorilla smells something fishy

I know a lot of people on the brexit side of the debate have suggested some conspiracy theory fears leading up the vote, meaning many of them were advising one another to vote in pen not pencil.

I don’t fault them for it, I think it’s a genuine concern rather than some ‘paranoid hysteria’

Despite brexit still winning, though the results were very close, I can’t help but still think something is amiss. Something about the way Boris Johnson and Fish Face  I mean Michael Gove and the way they reacted like they were at a funeral just seemed off to me. It’s almost like they expected to lose and hoped to lose. Why would that be?

I know some comment on that facebook site many of you humans are victims of (it’s eating your brains by the way), has been shared about how it’s a lose – lose situation for Boris and David Cameron standing down has checkmated him.

Maybe thats it.

But, and perhaps it’s a paranoid part of me (I admit i am not immune to some very paranoid behaviour and thoughts), i still feel there is more to this story. I don’t wish to be one of those conspiracy theorists where absolutely every event is a ‘false flag’ nothing if is ever real! If something bad happens to the opposing side, it’s a false flag to get people to sympathise and move to their side. But I certainly feel something is amiss about all this, and though someone may have put their finger on a little bit of what it is (that it’s actually ended up a lose- lose situation) i feel like there is something else, that I can’t put my finger on and that I haven’t yet seen anyone else do.

Dancing shoes

I put on my dancing shoes
In bedlam
Or is it Alcatraz
One can’t tell
When you’re on the razz

Shiny brown shoes
Got on my suit too
Slick my hair back
I’m a silverback gorilla

Wanna put on a fight?
I’ve got fists of fuckin’ Dynamite
Golden rings on fingers
You’ll be goin’ ‘ome in blisters!
So put on ya dancin’ shoes

I’ll put the grit
Back in ya grin!

(c)  2016 March

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I’m taking on my demons role
staring him in the face
I take a step back
Sharpening my knife

I reject the monsters bark
Cutting his mask
From my face

It’s been sewn on
And underneath
I become no one

Which is a new monster
In of itself

What have I done

I stare at my nothingness
Mouth gaping open
Without a sound

But I can hear my scream
Inside my labyrinth

Who am I
What am I meant to be?

(c) Jan 2016