The toxic masculinity
The big gorilla, a silverback, found in the woods a tiny creature
it first had thought of killing, but in the tiny animal saw beautiful
eyes trusting him and the great ape falls in love.
People will say it is the female part of the man in action, I say no
all men are tender when given the opportunity to defend and often
risking their life for things they love.
In our time a man is supposed to climb the ladder of success so
he can buy a bigger car and house for the family, although his wife
also has a career the man is still expected to pay.
The hubby would like to have 5-6 children it is in his nature to breed,
but now that women are emancipated, big families are out
at most one or two children, preferably adopted from Africa or Asia
The wife has so many expenses staying slim and buying clothes of
the latest trend and there is the theater, the art exhibition it is vital
to be seen in the right circle.
The man gets a mistress who can provide him with sexual relief and
since his wife is not approachable his mistress listens to his woo.
The gorilla and the man are two of kind tender of heart and deeply
misunderstood
Soot on LA highway signs. Billboard of you,
a real estate agent. All endeavor slides
toward inertia, extinction, forgetfulness.
It’s very tropical. Vegetation invades
the house unless constant inputs of joy
apply. The scientist in you feels the
great ape in you. The great ape feels
death growing wide. What about work?
I devote my present to my future existence.
In what way, in what sense
does one continue to resist. As
a dessicated cell, a mole of elements,
an ancient’s aura, a daguerreotype-like
shadow on a sidewalk, persistent headache,
paleolithic herbivore, potential energy, will.
Some wake up and pray, say thanks for
another day. Others curse their luck, stale breath,
the very thought of the rosy dawn makes them ill.
Lonely as leaf fall.
Nature knows no pity or self-pity
according to antiquity, the roof soot of the city.
I admire fire, tools and ore. Agriculture.
Cities, empire. Trading and taking (war).
Numbers, counting, writing. Libraries, discoveries, zero.
And the single-minded universe
that’s only a paper moon
without your love.
Ooazru
From the line of Ceasar
The Primate
Become a Great Ape
A Leader
In this Zoo full of creatures
King Kong come from bloodline of primes
The bloodline of mine
These monkeys still in they primal state
Like donkey Kong spitting barrel blasts
Watch how the king swing in his wrath
Yall donkeys know konga go cowabonga
In this wildlife I got to be a jungle climber
Come out the jungle an rise
adapted to this nature wiser
Dawn of the Planet of the ape
Dawn to respond to the hate
In Bathin apes color of Sand Lake
Bout to make this Kong Land
Apparently there are members of our vast society
That think we have descended from the great ape
I say to them to stand upon a high hill
Look downward at human creation
We are not of this planet or this system
We are not earthlings, but different
The smallest child can see this
Religion says we are from God
We are visitors here
Possessed by
An eternal
Soul
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