tanka by a wanka 3 drowning evolution

from the moons birds view 
earths feeble crop of green hair
is drowned by bald blue
i hear seaweed is healthy
mind warp to devolve whomans

© by bg 2021

eternities devils

disengaged 

birds flew

bye

sigh 

people wearing mask 

me in mine

nothing new

hiding corpse blue

how do they breathe 

suffocate 

in their deceased beliefs 

wearing wrist watch wreaths 

while i don’t write 

anymore 

the world took its toll

from rocky peaks i roll

i was just a delusion 

that angels flew

bye 

wings disengaged 

plummeting

into 

eternities

hell 

through 

my

shot round 

gaps 

©by bg 2020 

bargain bin wine

living on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

down on the ground 

it’s hard, dark and cold 

the gold doesn’t shine 

pass the penthouse monuments 

to where the street beggars mine 

the cities clogged arteries  

where they’re 

living on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

street preacher coughs and splutters 

tis better to give your debt 

to whores on crack

than  give it to evangelicals 

to save your petri dish souls 

from the hangman’s sack

after you’ve subsisted 

on dysfunctional last suppers  

of toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

its cold ,dark and hard 

telling time living in the sundials shadow 

drawing up dreams from an oil well

riding a unicycle with a rusted chain

hardly gives a performing puppet 

a chance to be a real human 

while living on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine

seeing stitching scars  on zombies faces

from faith been sown across their eyes

politicians get society’s to trust fall

another generation will march to war

for peace or to save the world 

politicians will turn their crusades

politicians will turn their crusaders 

into an empty blood bath 

in Blood Baths  we raindog paddle 

subsisting on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine

find their lies chiseled on tombstones 

the hard ,dark and cold stone chips 

feeding the starving homeless pigeons 

in the park where they fornicating flock 

to their saviours monumental stone feet

to hear the politician sing honey songs 

for change in exchange for their ultimate sacrifices

battleships swarm to their sirens ROCK  

to find their hard earned change

just paid for another doomsday 

MUSICAL             INTERLUDE  

marooned on the rock 

where the song changes scales 

not the empty soulless notes 

the survivors  do come to learn 

while they’re leftovers subsisting 

on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

©bg 2019

When the guns reported live

I played my broken ten guitars

Underneath

A dark cobweb star

Still hoping all will see a thousand stars

High up in a trees crow nest

Underneath

Clouds that promise thunder   

I played my broken ten guitars

Underneath

A dark cobweb  star

Still hoping all will see a thousand stars

 

He was born with arms made for hugging

But he exchanged them for cold metal arms  

Then he went out mad to do some slugging

And the world sore how hate speech harms

 

When the guns reported back

Hate hate hate hate

When the guns reported back

Hate hate hate hate

and children’s bodies piled up high

and children’s bodies piled up high

 

The bullets lead with no loving questions

to fifty children they gave the kiss of death

Don’t blame us for this one man’s aggressions

Say politicians with the same foul breath

 

As the guns reporting  back

Hate hate hate hate

as the guns reporting back

Hate hate hate hate

while children’s bodies pile up high

while children’s bodies pile up high

 

I still play my broken ten guitars

Underneath

A dark cobweb star

Still hoping all will see a thousand stars

High up in a trees crows nest

Underneath

Clouds that promise thunder   

I still play my ten broken guitars

Still hoping all will see a thousand stars

©bg 2019

 

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hey folks the ten guitars lyrics by Engelbert Humperdinck that i  refer to in my poem are  highlighted in green.

 

Analogue and analog

Daddy bought me a black dog

Sent the mongrel to me in the mail

Should of shot him down on the farm

Or let me know

that dam black dog was chain mail

 

Guess my heart let him of the chain

Guess that dog wolfed down my heart

Thought that black dog would bury it safe

But i can feel

my heart burn every time that dog does fart

 

Yeah

daddy had a big black dog

Dredged up from the black bog

Yeah

Me and him would drink that black grog

choking back the hairs of that black dog

Yeah while

Listing to our futures dark monologue

Yeah while

Staring into the abyss ,rocking on a log

 

Daddy brought me a big black hearse

Sent the meat wagon over with a chauffeur

Should of filled it up before the horses left

Or let me know

My salvation we needed to defer

 

Guess i’m the stake that holds the chain

Guess i’m eclipsed by that black hole

Thought i could throw that hammer back

But i can feel

The caving in of my butthole

 

Yeah

daddy had a big black dog

Dredged up from the black bog

Yeah

Me and him would drink that black grog

choking back the hairs of that black dog

Yeah while

Listing to our futures dark monologue

Yeah while

Staring into the abyss ,rocking on a log

 

Daddy bought some land for me

Sent the title through the mail

he Should off known my life’s in flames

Or let me know

Not to drink an atomic cocktail

 

Guess the cross didn’t fall far from the tree

Guess darkness will soon fall over the land

Thought i’d just hang around for one more shadow 

But i can see

The writing on the wishing wells walls off sand  

 

Yeah

daddy had a big black dog

Dredged up from the black bog

Yeah

Me and him would drink that black grog

choking back the hairs of that black dog

Yeah while

Listing to our futures dark monologue

Yeah while

Staring into the abyss ,rocking on a log

Seeing our fates in Analogue and analog

 

©bg 2019

from flake to dust

white powder on the carpet

the lights are stripjoint dim

there’s blues been syphoned in

jokers got that nasty crazy grin

cause everybody likes cocaine

more than rain more than rain

yeah raindawgs

we wait four kings to fall

to behead us one and all

to behead us one and all

the neon drive lights drown shadows

follow the white lines down thé road

if a black dog jumps out don’t swerve

sometimes in life you gotta lick toad

cause everybody likes cocaine

more than rain more than rain

yeah raindawgs

we wait four kings to fall

to behead us one and all

to behead us one and all

crawling through the blown hourglass

searching for that last grain of truth

the worlds covered in black asphalt

don’t trespass on the jackass’s mass

cause everybody likes cocaine

more than rain more than rain

yeah raindawgs

we wait four kings to fall

to behead us one and all

to behead us one and all

new years eve the countdown’s begun

i’m escaping on a santa’s sleigh ride

the inca’s message is written in the stars

where all our gods look from man to hide

cause everybody likes cocaine

more than rain more than rain

yeah raindawgs

we wait four kings to fall

to behead us one and all

to behead us one and all

©bg 2019

 

Hi all ,found this one on the back of my time table from my south american tour in 2010. Forgot all about it.

Anyway some of my followers will spot what word i updated in 2019.😁

Hope you all enjoy and thanks all for reading.

kindest regards bg 🙂😎🙂