dead be dust or ash
children are our only souls
don’t leave them in hell
©bg 2019
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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
hey folks the ten guitars lyrics by Engelbert Humperdinck that i refer to in my poem are highlighted in green.
a death throes haiku
atlas choked on smog
man ate the Forest that sung
poisons drowned Neptune
©bg 2019
the polka dotted blind quail
when i had just been born
the blind quail he did speak to me
crowning my bald soft head
he told me i was to be free
he told me i was to be free
In that room where the babies wail
I was taught the wisdom
Of
the polka dotted blind quail
Of
the polka dotted blind quail
I wondered free for many a year
With a polka dotted blind quail
Brooding on my feathered soft head
so on the bleed he could be fed
All the world’s sad unending tales
All the world’s sad unending tales
I walked until my tongue was
a dried stump
Till i lay down on the banks of a river
Where diminished moon shadows
came to jump
Where diminished moon shadows
came to jump
I woke and the polka dotted blind quail
From my cursed bald head had sailed
And The wind that had left me cold and pale
Had left my bones also veiled
Had left my bones also veiled
In that room where the babies wail
I was taught the wisdom
Of
the polka dotted blind quail
Of
the polka dotted blind quail
©bg 2019
an epilogue haiku
man,dust in the wind
burnt through sand like black gold fuel
behind glass towers
©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 🙂😎🙂
an edible haiku
blue frothy tongue waves
licking sugar sandy shores
agog for choc flakes
© bg 2019
Telegrams from a little world called Malice
Dear
beloved
indigent
Nobodaddy
let’s have a séance,
to hear the emptiness
of what you have to proffer
beyond your christmas coloured lights
fried by prophets befouled stale pissed words
ablaze in darkroom bloody drunk wine .STOP.
masquerading as an apostles ghost
I’m a witness at the creation ball
where the first belle eve was skewered
with a spare barbecue rib
under a glass ceiling
where cuckold titans
viciously judge
eves METOO
moment.
STOP.
my
eyes close,
images
of flowery
pop psychologist
taking constipated
dumps in my brooding vortex
use my particle memories
as clumping odourless cat litter
yet my raindog spirit sees paw prints. STOP.
as a tourist i dared to follow slaves
down alleyways paved in lost sandals
into lost troubadours caverns
where i imbibe rum libre’s
on a little planet
known as Malice
orbiting
glory.
STOP.
nights
after
my last wake
when my vision
beholds Mary’ Blues
i smoke dem stale old
Camel cigarette butts
behind telegraph cross-shaped poles
where my second escape goes unseen
cause i’m just another salt pillar. STOP.
i went to the underground Colosseum
where i watched a nativity play.
the cast were sexless mannequins.
skipping mary’s METOO scene
to her cuckold husbands
son being born
fictile.
STOP.
there’s
a train
to the coast,
the tickets cost
thirty years give or take
but I saved for my own
undisclosed deliverance
to Elysium’s potter fields
where i’ll lie in a delirium
till dawn when i’ll rise to walk naked. STOP.
i
picked up
a black stone
whose eyes were closed
whose tongue would not speak
above the spring Martyr’s tree
i dropped the rock on it’s head
the rock turned white hot as it fell
smashing like a rotten cuckoo’s egg
foul water cleansed the martyr’s sin .STOP.
brethrens need sistrens to swallow their seed
to spawn circumcised zombie poxed hordes
to drag the mountain through pillars
where virgin sistrens await
their fates METOO moment
neath their pavilion
in paradise
enslaved.
STOP.
I,
and i
use loosely
a ego term
of self endearment,
to send you telegrams
my divine Nobodaddy
as your androcentric scriptures
caused this METOO apocalypse storm
during which all fathers should be judged.STOP
©bg 2012/2019
Dear Readers,
I first wrote this poem in 2010/2011 and published the poem on my Banishedman blog in 2011 in a different form and wording in some parts but not what i was saying, that sadly remains the same today.
I began rewriting this poem in 2018 but as you all know or dodn’t ,i’ve been rather side tracked with haiku’s and a novel which never seems to get closer to being finished.
This is my view of where the androcentric culture came from , from which the Metoo movement arose in response to the androcentric tyranny via the suffragette movement , then as womens liberation ,to the Metoo movement of today.
Kindest regards bg
“viva la Evolucion”
walking through a righteous wonderland
im drinking cuba libres at my favorite bar
watching the harbour drowning the fish
listening to a clown playing a crack guitar
watching the harbour drowning the fish
in the water i see future reflections
fetuses fall from plagued filled clouds
in the water i see future reflections
mirrored cities melting into plastic seas
on the cover of time i see billionaires
i hear their lawyers scoop up their scat
on the cover of time i see villainaires
i hear their lawyers love singing scat
out the backdoor of my mind i’m tripping
there’s a wall off money lining tight pockets
out my backdoor my numbed minds unzipping
my neighbours out making deals with rockets
i go walking on a xenophobics utopia planet
white washed textbooks grow like cotton
i go walking on a xenophobics utopia planet
fact bugs sound sweet but soon smell rotten
on the cover of time i see billionaires
i hear their lawyers scoop up their scat
on the cover of time i see villainaires
i hear their lawyers love singing scat
©bg 2018
a contemplatable haiku
god goes before god
jesus was an Absurdist
blood precedes rebirth
©bg 2018
