'4 re the Royal Gorillas' timothy r gates, 4/21/2009 collection w/newest being last
Silver Back Royalty (trg, 6/21/03)
Sitting alone
on a mountain side,
now only a hill,
under equators
dew filled foliage,
banqueting
on mother earths
array of delights.
Once there were
mountains
everywhere you looked,
tall peaking up
though the clouds.
No one dared
to enter your domain.
Maybe baby Jesus
played with us
like he didnt
walk around asps.
Everything and everyone
had a place,
balance found
in the expanse of territory,
the gods smiled
when they built this
home away from home,
home for us
where our children can play
without interference.
Impermanence
never is in the way
of fruitful perpetuation,
both giving way to each other.
Damn the thieves
of our childrens home.
We have hills
where once were mountains.
Silver-Back revisited timothy r. gates, 01/01/2006
I remember that look in his eye,
deep brown, set within his raven blue face,
silver-back primate,
some say ancestor of ours.
I hope that hed claim me.
(Maybe in the Garden this was us,
rain forests genesis,
lost by a rejection for true beauty,
delusion hissed,
Human is better.)
Our God weeps.
Did the Silver-Back Sovereign
join in the chorus of the Gardens quiet,
still,
knowing whose, Uh-humm, it was,
causing a sly grin?
Did he beat his chest,
and did it have that deaf, Thump-b-b..blllmp?
Or, his appreciation for a sunset, or rise
would be fleeting,
replaced by an orange of our creation?
Our God weeps.
I remember that look in his eyes,
like a daughters look the next day,
when daddy doesnt return home,
though he promised.
Or, if a light would allow us to see
a son, or daughter,
rocking, back and forth,
hugging their own legs,
their fingers turning white,
searching for why daddys so mad.
Our God weeps.
The Silver-Back Sovereign returned to the Garden.
no mention of the good ole days,
no need to say,
I told you so.
The little ones jump all over the place,
praying for havoc,
Thump-b-b..blllmp,
but not as full sounding as the first Silver-Back.
Not as big as I remember,
this Lord chuckles, thinking,
Its an orange horizon, but its still a sunset.
'brown eyes like mine' timothy r g, 06/26/07
looking back at me,
(maybe given to sentimentality)
he knows i know,
the joy of our little ones
pouncing upon our backs,
pulling, tugging, saying,
'let's play, daddy;'
one more time,
'catch me if you can, daddy;'
behind chain-linked fencing,
here no one will steal his young,
his friends,
his little ones'
(well, save for another zoo:
need to perpetuate the species);
no trophies will be made of his hand,
or his head,
(no longer permitted);
as i walked away,
his brown eyes fixed upon mine,
i don't know whether he asked me the question
or that I asked him,
'who's kept in by the chain-linked fence?'
'mountain's king'** timothy r gates, 4/21/2009
loud
quiet
sullen
mountain's king
she, he
found nakedness
by our hand
anthropomorphic muse
i wonder,
do they have
gorillapomorphic illusions,
their splendor silenced by
mirrored anthropomorphic delusions?
doubt,
not a thought
about their evolution from
us.
**as I wrote 'king,' here I realized that my gender is louder in me than I thought. I am thankful that i'm not left with it any less than my gender's species quagmire
Silver Back Royalty (trg, 6/21/03)
Sitting alone
on a mountain side,
now only a hill,
under equators
dew filled foliage,
banqueting
on mother earths
array of delights.
Once there were
mountains
everywhere you looked,
tall peaking up
though the clouds.
No one dared
to enter your domain.
Maybe baby Jesus
played with us
like he didnt
walk around asps.
Everything and everyone
had a place,
balance found
in the expanse of territory,
the gods smiled
when they built this
home away from home,
home for us
where our children can play
without interference.
Impermanence
never is in the way
of fruitful perpetuation,
both giving way to each other.
Damn the thieves
of our childrens home.
We have hills
where once were mountains.
Silver-Back revisited timothy r. gates, 01/01/2006
I remember that look in his eye,
deep brown, set within his raven blue face,
silver-back primate,
some say ancestor of ours.
I hope that hed claim me.
(Maybe in the Garden this was us,
rain forests genesis,
lost by a rejection for true beauty,
delusion hissed,
Human is better.)
Our God weeps.
Did the Silver-Back Sovereign
join in the chorus of the Gardens quiet,
still,
knowing whose, Uh-humm, it was,
causing a sly grin?
Did he beat his chest,
and did it have that deaf, Thump-b-b..blllmp?
Or, his appreciation for a sunset, or rise
would be fleeting,
replaced by an orange of our creation?
Our God weeps.
I remember that look in his eyes,
like a daughters look the next day,
when daddy doesnt return home,
though he promised.
Or, if a light would allow us to see
a son, or daughter,
rocking, back and forth,
hugging their own legs,
their fingers turning white,
searching for why daddys so mad.
Our God weeps.
The Silver-Back Sovereign returned to the Garden.
no mention of the good ole days,
no need to say,
I told you so.
The little ones jump all over the place,
praying for havoc,
Thump-b-b..blllmp,
but not as full sounding as the first Silver-Back.
Not as big as I remember,
this Lord chuckles, thinking,
Its an orange horizon, but its still a sunset.
'brown eyes like mine' timothy r g, 06/26/07
looking back at me,
(maybe given to sentimentality)
he knows i know,
the joy of our little ones
pouncing upon our backs,
pulling, tugging, saying,
'let's play, daddy;'
one more time,
'catch me if you can, daddy;'
behind chain-linked fencing,
here no one will steal his young,
his friends,
his little ones'
(well, save for another zoo:
need to perpetuate the species);
no trophies will be made of his hand,
or his head,
(no longer permitted);
as i walked away,
his brown eyes fixed upon mine,
i don't know whether he asked me the question
or that I asked him,
'who's kept in by the chain-linked fence?'
'mountain's king'** timothy r gates, 4/21/2009
loud
quiet
sullen
mountain's king
she, he
found nakedness
by our hand
anthropomorphic muse
i wonder,
do they have
gorillapomorphic illusions,
their splendor silenced by
mirrored anthropomorphic delusions?
doubt,
not a thought
about their evolution from
us.
**as I wrote 'king,' here I realized that my gender is louder in me than I thought. I am thankful that i'm not left with it any less than my gender's species quagmire
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tita:
I used to love watching the gorillas at Busch Gardens. I'd go hang out during my lunch breaks from the show. I felt pretty lucky to look at such incredible beasts everyday. Fantastic!
viking:
Thanks for leaving a nice comment on my new set Paint Storm! Glad you liked it. :]
