a child did play

living in a cat house i did imbibe 
breakfast lunch and dinner ,rum
when my heart got a bad vibe
as into hel my soul did succumb
into this mayhem i went willing
ever the adventurer of planets
i spent my youth on good living
life was all about the organics

on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

when i woke i smelt cinder on ice
a dream avalanche had freed me
i'd seen the inconsistent tree of splice
its leaves in all of life's potpourri
hel whispered hun you never slept
we sat down to a lovers feast
where the rottin food wept
i excused myself exiting stage east

on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

i began traveling here and there
in time meeting a numbskull killer
jumping round like a mad hare
using their diarrhea for filler
as their phony baloney theory
machine gun splattering feces
hoping something would marry
instead ricochets killed their species

on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

finding an anchor fossilized in tar
i climbed the corrupted spine chain
through each link i saw suffering afar
then through clouds i reached the nobodaddy brain
inside i saw scarecrows pulling levers of errors
while tin men dragged lions by the tail
towards a furnace to feed the created terrors

on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

i saw spirits tongues painting lead gold
explaining the madness of this mind
mind weighed its lead purity by lies sold
lead barreled wine spinal fluid created the blind
the blind kings bungled round in the dark
the inequalities of hierarchy broke the scales
to the echoes of suffering the kings didn't hark

on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

a zephyr carried me from the stem
into the sun where my ash will be defied
the sacred ground of the noboddadies phlegm
where he buries those he had wholly crucified
lost in their eternal unfulfillment
trying to make a ladder from their crosses
to climb into their own enlightenment
unable to smell decay with their broken proboscis

on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

© by bg 2021

jokes are like smokes

i tell you jokes are not funny 
when told to you by a bunny
unless the timing is sunny
causing the sky to rain money

theres videos of you in gaffs
using suicide bomber puns
if you got some laughs
you better get the runs

you were a cat throwing shade
now your in the stockade
cause they found a grenade
when the timing police did a raid

assholes in cars
assholes in bars
you thought you were stars
now you're pickles in jars

fame is such a cruel concubine
you thought you her valentine
in sand she drew the punchline
your just the olympic goldstein

© by bg 2021

goldstein-see george orwell 1984 for meaning 🙂

the author does believe most jokes are cruel/mean etc, however the author is guilty of laughing at cruel/mean etc jokes but whose laughter does not condone the practice of mean/cruel etc jokes in real life.
the author has also been known to tell cruel/mean etc jokes very badly for which he apolojizes or in twenty years apologies for, which ever comes first.

grand old deceiver

something felt 
broken
flattened
maybe
the goddam earth
had been
folded
by the
grand old deceiver

had it been
shelved
filed
categorised
into
different boxes
decks
to be
reshuffled later
by the
grand old deceiver

will hearts
beat
clubs
will diamonds
wear out
spades
who nominates
who shuffles...
what happened
to the fifth
to the
permanent...
was it
slipped
up the
robed sleeve
of the
grand old deceiver

spite and malice
disguised
as
love thy neighbor
it's just a game
of
cat and mouse
that ends
in
misery
playing solitaire
in rwanda
drunk on ubuki
with
discarded cards
germany
once bent
then was
scratched and marked
by other
cheating
tribes/nations
before and after
germany's
wrangling hands
or
simply
sleight of hand
by the
grand old deceiver

© by bg 2021


twas the theme to sesame street

waking up every future day 
head in a silver cloud of pain
swallow my delinquent pills
watching rivers go down the drain

i farted in an empty square room
where reaper noses tuck you inn
i swear i tooted a tune of doom
twas the theme to sesame street

friends are just lemon used cars
junkyard frogs full of air croaking
better just to let them rust away
its their pistons they're stroking

sometimes i will hear their static
on my battery draining radio
sounds bagpipe tuning asthmatic
twas the theme to sesame street

i'm in the outhouse meditating
spinning bogg paper into rhyme
when i hear the doorbell ringing
my shit stinks guess i ate thyme

will the parlor flood doors let in light
will the trashcan get washed away
what was the devil fiddling all bright
twas the theme to sesame street

epitaph

just like big bird he had no flight
his imaginary fiends were real
from the playground he walked
knowing it was all just surreal

upon his throne he was dissolved
by a choir of angels gagging
what they sung has been solved
twas the theme to sesame street
twas the theme to sesame street

RIP

© by bg 2021

Sin ,Yeah….. Nah

why do we all need to bee 
Put in tacky boxes of sin
Can’t we just stick to right or wrong
While we drink our bottles of gin
Finding topics in a burning bin

True or false have got us lost
Up or down science can’t tell
There's a line but where do we cross
Jesus stood us up at the well
We all caught the devil when he fell

Stones are heavy when gathered
so we all throw around our shit
These days it's far to heavy
So it won’t go down as wit
But it would be golden moonlit

The elites wrote the books
To convince us to judge ourselves
Cause while we are navel gazing
They will burn our bookshelves
Colonialism makes us satan's elves

Long ago i believed in freedom
Now i know it’s but a sinfulled lie
Like all the other foolish words
bantered around to get people to die
To stop the falling of a gods sky

© by bg 2021

Ok , so, I was having a read around this morning , being a complete stud, jumping from one blogger's bed to another when this post lit a fuse and exploded . i mean i was just gonna post a comment but then went full leather poem on it .
Anyways link below to the cause of the creation of this poem .There were, are other causes. Too many to mention. This was just the killa 🙂

https://aktionkilla.wordpress.com/2021/07/07/comment-777/

safari lady

safari lady 
strode
across the back
of a
zebra
in flattened
snake skin
bare feet
brushed lightly
with sand
left over
from this mornings
barren
beach walk

safari lady
woreout
pink
pin striped
liberty
bell bottoms
while crossing
a
black and white
semiarid
world
of ever
increasing
desertification
circles

The thermal currents
lifted her
buzzard
black hair
into
wings

A black crop top
hid her
sagging jowl
exposed breast
leaving her
vulnerable
mid age drift
exposed
so
i never saw
safari ladies
bloodshot
electrocardiogram
red
flatlined
eyes

In her
righteous
gripping talon
clamped tight
a street magnum
sat
cradled
as cold
as a
dormant steel
mouse

SHIT

spilt
hot coffee
awakening
left me
dehydrated
and
ready to
fade out 
a
scream

BANG

safari ladies
Philadelphia cream cheese skin

SPLATTERED

With blood red lipstick
from another woman
by cheats

I discreetly left
stage right
to wipe
off
some
blood red lipstick
from my
cleopatra
grape lovers
popsicle
farewelled
iced scream
smile

© by bg 2021


the legend off jack doe

second i was born reformed
beliefs just thought i was deaf punk
as my songs got more outta tune
judges thought i was in a down beat funk
geez bees
i was a screaming acid metal junk

well im just your suicide jumper busker
on the departure platform i drop my hat
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker
to tune into this station
well the world ain't flat
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

i fretted over the sleepers i laid
left behind me some fresh bending blue tracks
rum amped the bad ass deeds i delayed
as i went on a sustained attack
all day long licking snow off the lines
geez bees
backmasking hypno crossroad neon signs

well im just your suicide jumper busker
on the departure platform i drop my hat
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker
to tune into this station
well the world ain't flat
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

i won't leave any one hit wonders behind
no band-aids could ever staunch my minds tempo
as mayflies dance on the crescendo aligned
they screamed out my last stage name
JACK DOE
JACK DOE
i layed down a ghost track critics could reject
geez bees
that i never never used any special effects

well im just your suicide jumper busker
on the departure platform i drop my hat
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker
sow tune into this station
cause the world ain't flat
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

© by bg 2021

father father quite contrary

father father quite contrary 
how does your colonised garden grow
with sweet blood and bones
and all hidden graves in a row
and all hidden graves in a row

father father quite contrary
how does your cities wallet grow
by others blood,sweat and tears
i read you reap what you sow
i read you reap what you sow

father father quite contrary
how does your congregation grow
why with corporate backed syrupy lies
and spin doctors whose halos don't glow
and spin doctors whose halos don't glow

father father quite contrary
how will your hollow grounds grow
now that the stolen babies can go home
and now on whose rock will you mount your scarecrow
and now on whose rock will you mount your scarecrow

©by bg 2021

over 90% of this poem is by whoever in the past wrote Mary Mary quite contrary

the sell out

as a fetus 
they threw me
into
the pits
of
bottomless despair
to be saved
till later
later tills
ring
my fetus dry
KA-CHING

a place
where there was no candy
and
no fucking rum
to soothe my tum
from
green crayon lipstick
kisses
sickness
that stained me blue

they the
OmniOminous
OmnibeneViolence
ones
with their prune
goose bumped skinned
taxidermy genitals
hanging
like dark stretched out clouds
overhead
ready to piss down
oil thicky
sticky juice
into
my lead lined
decanter
murmured
through
charred
teeth gritted smiles
their past sins
were now my
incinerating accounts
OWED
to justify bathing me
in their radiation
treatment
to cure
me of my
freewill
stupefied tumors
befouling my eyes

i stayed
unable to see
myself out
silently slugging out
an existence
by mining
the
maddening depths
of the
lead lined decanter
for all the
embalming fluid
the decanter caught
from the above
booming
incoherent babbling
indoctrinating
spittle
that slid down
to puddle
in the
evaporated
tear acid
deficits
i etched
before i lost my eyes

by and by
stripped
of my
amniotic blanket
by
priestly time's
wriggly maggot hands
and just
to feel warm
and must
as a beast
feel warm as ice
as a least
i would soak myself
into
the embalming fluid
to weigh myself down
to turn
my hard
driedfried
out fetus shell
into
angel dust
as
KA-CHING
i sold out
to a
higher dealing authoritative

© by bg 2021

cold turkey

on the abyss endless steppe 
i stood
watching my soul evaporate
as i breathe out
trying to warm
my cold cold hands

galloping past
a crow caws at me
from the back
of a wild pale horse
heading east
towards the river styx

i continue west
a pack of salivating wolves
orbiting
my cold turkey aura

i am unconcerned
the insulated hut
was claustrophobic
better
to be out in the wild
free of feeling lost
trying to act
civilised
or
as some
propagandist
call
religious

anyways
i could still see the abyss
through the huts
blood stained
macabre
glass windows
with the clawed tattered
thermal
hell fire red
curtains

i could still feel the abyss
sighing
through the floor cracks
whistling
through the keyhole
waiting
for the frozen tundra
to melt
within the
crematorium
before
the abyss
freezes over again
my crushed
ashes
absorbed
into the frozen tundra

better
to ignore the gods
numbered
pebbles
to walk the endless abyss
to allow
the soul to evaporate
far
far beyond the reach
of the
doctors
the
priest
and the
spiritual nets
that'll
take your gold teeth
to cradle you
in highly perishable
myths

i continue to walk
beyond
the river styx
only
breathing out
only
breathing out
so as not
to
inhale the gas
to choke
within
the gods
bricked retort

© by bg 2021