Male baggage

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Unzipping the baggage
Contained within
Only for you to recoil
And shove it back in.

“I was not prepared to hear over and over from men how the women – the mother, sisters, girlfriends, wives – in their lives are constantly criticizing them for not being open and vulnerable and intimate, all the while they are standing in front of that cramped wizard closet where their men are huddled inside, adjusting the curtain and making sure no one sees in and no one gets out. There was a moment when I was driving home from an interview with a small group of men and thought, Holy shit. I am the patriarchy. Here’s the painful pattern that emerged from my research with men: We ask them to be vulnerable, we beg them to let us in, and we plead with them to tell us when they’re afraid, but the truth is that most women can’t stomach it. In those moments when real vulnerability happens in men, most of us recoil with fear and that fear manifests as everything from disappointment to disgust.” Brene Brown

God is another noun for nature

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The absurdity of existence can’t be escaped. Whether a person believes in god, the Big Bang, a mixture of the two, or believes we were brought here by aliens, whatever you believe there is one thing we can surely all agree on, our existence is absurd.

Doesnt matter which way you paint it, it’s fucking absurd. I mean think about it. Either this is one big ‘accident’  or some ‘god’ created the earth and us. Aren’t both versions absaloutely, incredibly insane, when you really think about it?  And when I say insane, I don’t mean that both are wrong, but that if any of them are right it’s just…. absurd!

I’m more inclined to believing that this existence is random, that no conscious being has created us. That God is just a noun for nature, rather than some conscious being. So yes god is omnipotent, god is indeed everywhere at once.

You know how you humans often anthropomorphise animals? (I’m a gorilla. No the irony is not lost on me) That is essentially what this idea of god is, it’s an anthromorphized view of the entire world. It’s an anthromorphised explanation for natural events.

I like anthropomorphism, I enjoy engaging in it. But then I recognise this is just me projecting my own gorillamanity onto the other animals

Oddity 2

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I’m going to wear slippers
While dressed in a smart suit
As I go along with my endless pursuits
Never could find a place
To put down my roots
Living out of bags
Always an urge just to up and vamoose

Forget brushing my hair
Fuck that bloody hair mousse
Forget looking spick and span
I’m no Bruce Wayne, no flipping batman
No six pack to be had
Unless you add the beer cans

‘Eh do ya think that one day
There will be a St Matthews Holiday
In memory of little old me?
No, no. I’m getting ahead of myself
Like I say, I’m not some bloody superman
I’m just a super, super modest man

Trying not to give a fuck

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Here is Mark Mansons article on not giving a fuck

Mark Manson apprently doesn’t give fucks, or rather has a fuck account and never spends more fucks than he has or is needed. I’ve spent so many fucks, you’d think i’d be in debt with no fucks left to give. But it seems unlike my bank account for money, the more fucks I give the more fucks I get….. Huh?  It seems the secret with fuck accounts, unlike bank accounts is to try to have less fucks, rather than gaining more fucks.

So the more fucks you have, the poorer you are. So have an account with few fucks but use those few fucks wisely. I’m guessing a fuck account with zero fucks, would be bad. Indifferent. I kind of wish i could be indifferent though. I want zero fucks in my account.

Fuck yea I want zero fucks. But now I give too much of a fuck about getting my fuck account to zero….

Ah fuck.

 

I am the dregs of society

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I am a parisitic human

I don’t know quite how or why

I become to be molded to occupy

this special niche

Like a finches beak

molded by the seeds that are plenty

I am molded by something not yet known

i can only speculate

why I feel this way

and do the things I do or dont do

and indeed the things I do and don’t say.

But it’s all a big tangled mess

 

i am the dregs of society

this is my place

feasting on all that is yours

with little to no worth

just sliming along

trying to be a better man

but failing by the virtue of my nature

for I am of the parasitic human species

I’m not like you

with your worth and your earned respect

I am the dregs of the society

 

 

 

 

 

Be an arsehole

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I wish I could be an arsehole like you

not caring what others think

not giving any thought to what you do

but then sometimes I glimpse

that side of you

that maybe isn’t too bad

and then I hate it, because then I can’t remember

if I’m meant to feel sorry for you, or pissed off

and you’ve already taken too much sympathy from me

being angry at you feels better

because I can’t take the sorrow of it on my shoulders

so go and be an arsehole

so I can stop caring too.

The boy who wouldn’t be moved

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The horizon calls it the end
Of an era
What will the clouds say?
Cause inside my head they’re still grey
Can’t believe it’s come to this day
I tried to be the boy that couldn’t be moved
Now you’ve cut the strings
And I’ve been let loose
Oh god, now it’s all mine to choose
But I’m all alone
Wishing I could talk to you

They say go forth and don’t look back
But inside I’m still the boy
Who wouldn’t be moved

©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August