life just gives you pity sex

i say if it ain’t happen to you yet 
it’s gonna happen to you very soon 
you’ll wake up &your life will be long gone 
and that’ll be the end of the honeymoon 

yeah ’cause life just gives you pity sex
now ain’t that the truth 
i said life just gives you pity sex 
before leaving you 

well it don’t matter if your living rich 
but it might be quicker if you’re poor 
it don’t matter if you’re good looking 
or your face looks better behind a door 

yeah ’cause life just gives you pity sex 
now ain’t that the truth 
i  said life just gives you pity sex 
before leaving you 

your life’s got a devil  of a lawyer 
and they’ll be leaving you in a deep hole 
yeah your life’s gonna take everything 
including your truly taxing lost soul 

yeah ’cause life just gives you pity sex 
now ain’t that the truth 
i said life just gives you pity sex 
before leaving you 

you’ll  try playing the immortality clause 
but there ain’t no forgiveness in life 
you won’t be  getting no encore  applause 
no matter your deeds or righteous strife 

yeah ’cause life just gives you pity sex 
now ain’t that the truth 
i said life just gives you pity sex 
before leaving you 

©bg 2013

Treading water

He exists
on a lost island
A beardless
clueless hermit
stewing away
in a hippy
cauldron

on this inhabited
adrift island
He is their guru
The king rat
The ark sinker

Deep
Inside the kings
Grotto
Red wine flows
Through urinal
Tracks
Pot luck
Last suppers
Are Crushed
By false teeth
Karaoke
Poetry
Its Life read
Slowly
Then
Methodically
Crucified

i do not attend
i walk on puddles
past the cave
past the stalking
hearse
up on ice bricks
motor running
for a quick
breakdown

i am not
neighborly
i meditate
at my bus shelter
as the funeral
possession
passes over

his apostles
implore me
to perform
one final
exorcism
one final
roll
of the rune stone
To release
Their redeemer
before i return
to the mainland
but the tide
tis on the turn
this netting
sunset

i cannot walk
on sand grains

miracles
cannot wait
an encore

©bg 2015

You

it was cruelness
to have me fall in love with
you

i was broken
but i fell together for
you

i learnt to breath
my hand resting on the belly of
you

i filled my mind
till all my hearts beats were for
you

i was stupid
i believed the love word from
you

i became blind
from lies your eyes covered for
you

i was hungry
i ate red poisoned kisses from
you

i became sick
i vomited in fear of losing
you

i woke a waif
the reality of dreaming with
you

i am sad now
because eternity knows i love
you

it is cruelness
to fall forever in love with
you

©bg 2012

Windows

Should I see
through windows
Abstact art
A lone
Mouldy sun
Panoramic pictures
Under the flames shade

Climate change
Corrupted
Cold modern day
cavepersons
Struggling with survival
Superstitious darkness evolved
God’s flayed
Their bodies converted
To nut houses

Delusions ascending
skyrocketing
Towards Armageddon clouds
Exploding
Third world style
Drizzling
Narcissistic entrails
Over star gazing lovers
Picnicking in yonder lands

Should I see
Into the windows
Of your soul
A bloody abattoir
Unable to satiate
A golden parasitoid
God’s wrath
Consuming
Your Id

©bg 2015

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