A Squatters World

i can’t live in water
i can’t live in dirt

yet

it’s as easy to breathe in water
as it is to breathe in dirt

but

where i can be a squatter
there is only the unpalatable air

exhausting

from the political factories 
that man u fac true hurt

© bg 2012

the pen is more vicious

history cannot wipe away the black mark tails that betrays
their pharaoh’s hearts have hardened under the suns gaze
Their poisoned ink has blackened the hands of time
Surely the mandate of a power drunk elephant is a crime

Where are the masked super heroes
To combat immortalities infinite zeros

In endless immeasurable starving grief and certain pain
The ox are muzzled as they get fenced of from Narcissus grain
For those ox unbranded are misaligned and spurned
This creates the villenous and vermin the ignorant have learned

but the cowled story teller hides
The fact his coins have two sides

Just as Jezebel had two nurturing breast
Till the zombies in an ignorant orgy did feast
Destroying nourishment in a jealous active rage
So their brethren could rise up their degenerate voodoo sage

© bg 2016

There is always a Capitalist

there is always 
a Capitalist
to break the wings 
of free BEAST

there is always 
a Capitalist 
to sell a slave 
FREEDOM

there is always 
a Capitalist
to trade those beasts 
back their broken SOUL

there is always 
a Capitalist
to send those beast 
to fight their WARS

there is always 
a Capitalist 
to take free beasts 
back to a fettered STATE

© bg 2012

Almost Normal

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

The hordes are gathering for battle
The sight causes me to ricochet away
Right into a field of slaughtered cattle
I can smell the rancid bouquets of decay

Wading through the cess pool I must cross
Hands with fingers of teeth latches to my legs
as grey clouds gather over my head like moss
I’m pulled down into the grey depths of god’s dregs

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

I feel the umbilical cord recoil as it stares into my eyes
Yet still into this inhospitable world it pulls me back
Where I walk among the aliens in a human skin disguise
The futures orifice always opens to devour a past over snack

I smell Xenophobia running through their veins
Cause they’re vain
Primeval hate baptised his urchins the tribal shamans of bane
Everlasting rulers via an omni trident potent fascist mogul
A totem for all the dying plebeian enslaved eyes to Ogle

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

Lost in primeval elites bane masters fears Lowbrows built towers
Collapsing towers that fell into immaterial rubble
A Familar picked up the pieces after the
meteorightous showers
To build in the vacuum of reality a single idyllic bubble

Lowbrows baptised in the dust stood outside the bubble in silent awe
Myth lay buried and mute under its cemetery of a fallen city
To enter the bubble the Familars minions all began castrating of their outer flaw
Yet for Myth who begat them they shed no fallen tear of pity

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

Bloody skin sacks lay spilling seed down into gaias nether
Rising from the dust howling the begat minions cast offs emerged anew
As Dustliars they inherited the accursed land that is their tether
Like their fathers they enslaved the Lowbrows to build towers into the blue

Light and dark came and went till one dark period water did gushforth
When light returned the homunculie were dry in their ivory towers
Translucent in the light as they were dried off by the wind from North
While in the tombwomb of giai Myth slept dreaming of superpowers

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

Familiar wrote a Word that was sure to cause cities to burn and bleed
The Word fell slowly turning spinning regurgitating into many a bloody idea
Sadly the Dustliars knew how to roll it off their fork tongues so it was repeatedly said
But Lowerbrows heard its fowlness and replied “there’s no panacea”

False Memories like a poison seeped through the Dustliars will
Time for the Lowbrow was drudgery grey smoke panting from their gill

Eons turned pages tailored by story tale tellers into tatters
The weight of civilizations pollution seeped into Myth Familiar thought irrelevant
Mutating Myths essence into a form that really matters
Inside the womb of the Dustliars motherland awoke Myth feeling again Relevant

For in the Lowbrow Darkness Myth did mushroom to sustain the Lowbrow
Soon they would bring down the Dustliars towers with their Shares and plow

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

The hordes are gathering for battle
The sight causes me to ricochet deja vu away
Right into a field of slaughtered cattle
I can smell the rancid poppy bouquets of decay

Almost normal almost normal
Screaming in my head
screeching till I’m dead
Almost normal almost normal

©bg 2016