One last kiss
As the sun sets
Defining this, the end
Of this, of us
Lips lingering on promises
We swear to keep
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
there is no choice
The biggest lie we’re being sold is that we can choose who we become, choose who we are. The truth is there is no choice.
Trying to stand at ease after a storm
Trying to stand at ease after a storm
looking to the sky
as if the answers will be written in the horizon
nothing is crystal clear
And if any man should doubt me, Rudyard Kipling
Says I should still preserve
But what if the man who doubts me
Is the one staring back in the mirror?
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
You don’t know anything you preach
Don’t preach your sentiments
I don’t understand
To say the least I find your words nebulous
never quite defined, always ambiguous
trying to explain everything
When you clarify nothing
I’m guilty of the same
In late night rambles
But you preach it all day
At the front of a church
In the name of some god
I don’t take too kindly to your assumptions
Based only on your superficial judgements
You don’t know me
Don’t pretend god told you everything
You don’t know a fucking thing
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
Floating away
I’m tempted
To the void
As I lose another
Dream
Like balloons on a string
I couldn’t keep
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
Fun and sex
I can picture you having fun
Dancing under the moon
Till the morning sun
A drink in your grasp
Your body moving to the rhythm
Feeling nothing but the moment
No future, no past
I can almost smell
The perfume radiating from you
Being circulated round the room
As your body spins
just oozing fun and sex
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
new football
I miss the smell of a new football
taking it to my feet
the glory of coming back from mishaps
pulling my shirt over my head
arms up cheering
never admitting defeat
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
I want to disappear
I want to disappear
between the seams
Of reality and dream
I’m like a tattered teddy bear
Who needs stitching up
But a lot of my wounds
Can’t be seen
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
Living amongst dinosaurs
I like the sound of rain forests
the sound of dinosaurs
Chirping and calling
delving into historical fantasies
Remembering a time before man
And considering that we live amongst them still!
©Silverbackgoriallpoetry 2016 July
Oddity
I’m wearing odd socks
It’s not an accident
I knew when I put ‘em on
One black, one blue
I look better in different hues
I plan on wearing different coloured shoes
One black one brown
I’ve got a certificate of insanity
I wear it like a crown
And the birds flock, I don’t half bring a crowd
And they beatbox and have rap battles
The Blue Tits almost always win
Or the Bullfinches
They’re often almost in
Just beating round the edge of victory
While the Blue Tit chirps cheekily
And they all perch on me like I’m a tree
We have story time and laugh out loud
Spending time with dinosaurs!
It’s the best it can be
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July
