Embrace the corduroy phase

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Embrace the corduroy phase
Wear them in black then
Slowly fade to beige
It’s not a sign of age
It’s a temperament change
Some arrive from black to red
Standing out from the crowd
But they’re usually certified insane

Enjoy the tracksuit/sweatpants stage
Those lazy days
Where what you’re wearing feels like a hug
Around your legs
All warm and snug
As a bug in a rug

Love white sports socks
I don’t care what they say
Along with grey Y fronts
Yea that’s right, Y fronts

It’s not about age
It’s about comfort in simplicity

©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July

High horses

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They saddle up on their high horses
And frown on us
Cause they think they know
The Man
And they don’t see the blood
On their hands
‘Cause they think
The Man will understand

And they preach that when
the man comes around
We’ll be the gallows rumour
Suspended over the gallows humour
Burning feet first
For all the blessings cursed
And every prayer is just rehearsal
For when the flames immerse us

Upon their high horses
They will frown upon us…

Cause they think they know
The man

©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July

 

Alone

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I’m trying to take heed
from all the advice over the years
Weaning myself off
From addictive thoughts
Trying to change my mind
Pretending to be a pillar of strength
Keeping people at arms length
So I don’t fall off track

I need to fight this alone
and it’s such a lonely place to be
I wish you could see
But I’ll keep it behind closed eyes
Secrets between the skies and I.

© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June

Blow by blow

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Shadows
Under red glow
outside thunder
No one knows
the sordid details
of us in the throes
Bodies colliding
No heroes

under red glow
Shadows moving
But they don’t know
This feeling
Blow by blow
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June

No picture for this one, you be the judge on what this one is about.

In fact no more pictures for my poetry, the words shall speak for themselves from here. If that means less people pay attention, so fucking be it.

Happiness don’t look good on me

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Happiness don’t look good on me
Dressed in rags not fit to please
No tilted hats and shiny shoes
with a smile on my face, it looks misused
Got a look that people will see fit to refuse
And if a fight should find me
Sparks will erupt in violence you can’t defuse
And I’ll be locked up in Alcatraz by the bloody screws
And I’ll be playing the joker to amuse
So as not to have my arse black and blue

©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June