Gorillasex the Fubarbarian's blog: "PRIMATE POETRY CORNER"

MY BIRTHDAY POEM:

Older soon and then time to rest,
With maybe fifty scars across my chest.
When I go, please know, God,
I did my best...

to have a REALLY good time ;)

Another Scar

We broke our own rules

To see who we really are.

We followed a dream

Like wise men follow a star.

And if what I felt wasn't love,

It wasn't too far.

Now I'm bleeding,

But hey,

What's another scar?

A connection so right

You can see the glow

From a passion so bright

It melts the snow

That froze

Upon my desolate soul.

I cannot be the only one

Who feels this empty distance

Across a crowded void.

Who feels an actual soul

Or two

Amongst this digital noise.

It's so packed

And still so lonely.

How can we all be

This close together

And still be so far apart?

Well you have my heart,

Phantom romances 

With phantom friends,

And every day we wake up

And do it again.

It's a phantom world

We're left with in the end,

And how can you trust

What isn't real?

All I know is...

The idea of my own demise
Has grown to fit me like a glove,
As every day I wither away
A little more without your love.

You all can break me.

Let your beauty and your looks

And your sex take me

To the last place I'd ever

Want to go.

God Is Love,

Love is Art,

Art is Beauty,

Beauty is Woman

Is all I know.

I chose long ago.

I ain't gonna lie.

So let all the women in the world

Come kill me,

Cuz it's the Loveliest

Way to die.

The God and Goddess of Fuck

You don't need a body

To know where to suck

When you're the God

And Goddess of Fuck!

Miles mean nothing.

You don't need a truck

When you're the God

And Goddess of Fuck!

All you need is your mind

And a li'l' poet's luck

When you're the God

And Goddess of Fuck!

Sometimes the echoes of me screaming

For love in my own empty heart

Rupture my drums

Madden my soul

And threaten to tear me apart.

Sometimes the doubts and yearnings

Of my own ogreish soul

Ground me into nothing

And pound me into a hole

And never let go.

Other times there was you.

Macabrescope

I DIG THE DARK AND DOOMY,

THE GRIM AND GLOOMY,

THE BEASTLY BOLD!

MY SCHOOLYARD CHUMS

ARE ALL SKULLS AND MONSTERS

AND WE'LL NEVER DO

WHAT WE'RE TOLD.

MY AGE IS NOT A NUMBER.

IT'S A COBWEB

AT THE END OF MY BED.

THE GRAVE HOLDS 

NOTHING FOR ME,

BECAUSE I'M ALREADY

FRIENDS WITH THE DEAD...

In my macabre little head ;)

The wolves in my blood are rising

To Run in your woods.

The tribal beats increasing

Aren't drums.

They are pagan hearts

Drawing together.

They are pagan bodies

Yearning to touch.

Snap.

Snarl.

Tear.

Growl.

We want to feel you.

We want to see inside.

My wolves are hungry

And your soul is hot.

We want to bury our muzzles

In your warm seductive blood.