Suspended aspirations
tearing at the smiles foundations
trying to rid oneself of expectations
lest it all fall through to more desolation
Left floating in between, wasted
slowly becoming weightless
Detached, faceless
donning masks while being annihilated
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
The sun rises
And I’ve had a night of it
Turning the sheets
the way of turmoil
feeling beat
And I won’t rise again
Feeling the sun rays penetrate
the gaps between the blinds and the sill
and I lay still
waiting…
Waiting with time I don’t even want to kill
hoping I can win out
Against natural urges
just lay here alone, hidden
No one hear a word or a breath
Just lay here trying to be dead
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
Screams soar to a whisper
gliding through the wind
riding my own purple storm
Languid from the useless pursuits
Pink symphonies
filling skies anew
Waves lapping at my feet
Letting go of me letting go of you
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
By a stroke of luck
I was born with a light bulb above my head
So they knew I was a genius
Right from the start
The doctors slapped my bum
And said “Ya’ve got a genius boy, just look at his light bulb!”
I came shooting out the womb
Talking and walking
I didn’t cry
I simply greeted the doctor like this
“Why hello dear Doctor, please clean me up, I look a right fuckin’ mess”
Imagine his surprise at my French?!
These consequences were unintended
When we struck the matches
And flooded our eyes with promises
The fields are rich with green
And the horizon promises anything
But these strings
That once entangled us
Now we’re free
© silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
I warned thee
stupidity is contagious
now its spread
and we’re all shameless
walking aimless
claiming to be blameless
dressed in rags
completely faithless
Feigning patience
With faces lit by screens
becoming brainless
Almost on the verge
of becoming nameless
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
*note: this may be a duplicate. i can’t remember if i posted this one yet
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
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
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
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
