i’m the trashcan baby

The princess falls for the clown
the clown mask is just a facade
hiding the rubbish from the town
i’m a trashcan baby
i’m a trashcan baby
i want to be a suit of armour
full of flesh for you to love
not this disposalable bin of humour
i’m a trash can baby
i’m a trashcan baby
after your last love afair
you want to smile again
so the clown you ensnare
i’m a trashcan baby
i’m a trashcan baby
a pawn is what a trashcan is
a piece to dispose off as your hurt
a receptacle for your tissues aye it is
i’m a trashcan baby
i’m a trashcan baby
i’ve learnt to move on quick
before my lost choking heart
suffers from the vanquished sick
i’m a trashcan baby
i’m a trashcan baby
a dragon keeps a maiden warm with laughter
but theres always knights to kill the flame
a dragons scales are made of tears of neverafter
i’m the trashcan baby
i’m the trashcan baby
and in my furnace songs burn.

©bg 2010

Jihad Dust

A world spinning
Helplessly
Out of control
Willingly
Or unwillingly
To dust.

It’s inhabitants
Addicted
As much to life
As to death
Willingly
Or unwillingly
Connected.

I shall not guide you
I shall not find you
Time don’t exist
Therefore
I cannot find you
I cannot guide you
Existence is time.

Dreamers probe the universe
Searching
Plunging deeper into hope

Disbelievers
Believers trapped in chaos
Will have no saviors
They will simply cease.

Their faces blackened
Oxygen deprived
Drowned in Belief.

Fire lights their visions
Water breaks their rock
Earth slips from their feet
Wind exposes their soullessness.

Willingly
Or
Unwillingly
They becometh
Dust
Without
Existence .

©bg 2015

the lonely planet guide book

muffled
from behind a closed
wooden
strong
bolted
silent sentinel door

Come sounds of
violent fracking crying
poisoning

the stagnant

blood to the heart

the snorting of mucus cocaine
from the back of a hand

A head agitating
trying to wash away
stains of butchered feelings
left right left right left right
till nausea
shakes the dandruff of
reality from hair
left hanging to rot
from a crumbling

lovers tower

A body shaking in spasms
trying desperately
to fall to pieces
to escape the weight
of the vomit

flowing into the mind
as Mafia mixed concrete
to cover
a burnt desecrated corpse

A sadist tongue

self lashings
grotesquely distorting

the sounds of shame 
in the blurry light
of reflected

blame day

 fists of 100 watt
light bulbs
twisting

burning

searing

sneeringly

into  blistered

swollen eyes 

till they shatter

like blown glass balloons 

Which magnify 
pain as letters
so one can read
the only sentence
Left abandoned
on the last
dry torn crumpled
tissue page
of the lonely planet guide book

“crying is just one way 

to laugh at the world
before you see it”

© bg 2012