The Doors of Deception [Redux]
Six long weeks
roaming the dry crust
of a sun burnt wilderness
Nothing but rocks
and red dust
The hot desert wind
that flays the skin
now murmuring
with words broken
of souls lost and forsaken
Perhaps it’s far better
upon this alien terrain
I finally surrender
to the haunting trauma
I’ve tried in vain
to never remember?
Rainbow In The Sky 🌈 😎
Above The Clouds …
Art From The Heart (Redux)
Let them go
like the words of a poem
line after line
Let them blossom
or die on the vine
Generations generating
like fish in the ocean
There is a true magic
in all of creation
In the hectic chaotic
the synthetic
especially the genuine
Poetry in motion
extracting the ecstatic
in deepest appreciation
for the beauty sublime
of a glorious planet
This gem of creation
Be Neuralyzed 👁🌀👁
Ernesto Che Guevara (Redux)
“If you tremble with indignation at
every injustice then you are a comrade
of mine.”~ Ernesto Che Guevara
At long last
I’ve seen the past
and much like the future
it was murder
Since the beginning
of forever
brother Cain came
with low blows
to impose
a new world order
I thank Christ
some had time to grasp
the hand at task
For chaos never stops
to count the cost
But I blame myself
for a world of mayhem
and uncivilised disorder
ever since the canonization
of my dearest friend
Ernesto Che Guevara
Carneficina
The Laird of Bonnie Doon [Redux]
A team of eminent archaeologists
from the University of Vladivostok
digging away in Scotland (in order
to avoid Putin’s draft … no doubt)
have recently unearthed a cache of
documents and artifacts pertaining
to a certain eleventh century Scottish
Lord, Bruce de Redpath.
The inescapable implications, and
the inevitable conclusion to be
drawn from these ground breaking
archaeological discoveries, are truly
earth shattering as they irrefutably
confirm the coronation of this
Scottish nobleman as the undisputed
King of Anglo-Saxon England on
the 19th day of October, 1066.
Evidently, in the aftermath of King
Harold’s death at the Battle of Hastings,
the remaining English Lords, huddled
away in London, turned to a Scotsman
to fend off Duke William of Normandy
(a.k.a. “William the Bastard” to his
few friends, and “Stormin’ Norman”
to his many enemies).
David Redpath 