The lights keep me company
Reminding me of eternal darkness
Inside
Indicating to turn left
A dead end street
Those minor notes
Ring in harmony
With the static, on my mind
music
High horses
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
The music continues
The music continues
Like it’s all not happening
It’s surreal
Noticing time doesn’t stop
When tragedy strikes the clock
It keeps ticking
Time not registering
Your departure
And the music continues
I sit back in my chair
Drinking up the empty air
Dust in my lungs
Grief stricken
and it’s so surreal
How time doesn’t care
How it doesn’t just stop there
Spits you out and strips you bare
And the music continues
© 2016 June
The guitar weeps
The guitar weeps
Technicolour
Men in blue suits
Reflect
Dancing lights
And girls swish their skirts
Candy coloured Identities
Go berserk
On the floor
Musical masturbation
Dancing like
we’re stripping bare
A form of emancipation
Loving decapitated notions
Of religious word
Tired of loving
What was never there
They call us dirty
As we drink our rum
And smoke our tokes
We’re acting like
We’re from the 60’s
Taking a detour
From prudish disgust
Baring it all
Under midnight lights
Of burning lust
Randy bodies
Dancing
Wounded from a god
Not here or there
Trying to free ourselves
From ideas of sin
And that of hell
Are we obedient
To the rebellion?
All the pushers
On the streets
“Take another! You’ll be free!”
Neon lights
And screams misheard
For pleasure
As we screw
Ourselves
Into tighter
Boxes
Trying each other on
With no one to spare.
(C) 2016 March
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Together
In a field of yellow flowers
I sit with my guitar
In front of me is a piano
That had fallen from the sky
Then a woman comes and plays along
And together in sync
We begin to sing
This is our time together
Let’s keep some mystery
Lots of things to find out
Plenty of things to dream
So hush, baby
Don’t tell me all your secrets
We’ve got time for that
Anyway they’re just so darn good to keep
When the night falls
Together we will sleep
The spiders won’t matter
Cause we’ll be deep in dream
(c) 2015 Posted on previous blog
Guitar collector
Sitting in a room full of guitars
Tried to pluck those strings
But never got far
With each new wave of enthusiasm
A newly stringed gal
Became my favourite pal
Now i’m trapped in a room
Full of new wooden pals
Waiting to be heard
With not a musical bone left in me
To play to the birds
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