The Missionary Man

Hey Babe . . .

don’t you mess

with the Missionary Man!

He’s getting on

with that missionary plan

the best that he can

Little Miss Multiverse
that gothic baby of plastic
like a space junkie in aspic
astral travelling
upon a cosmic trip
to nowhere where
dark matter is hiding
awaits light-years away
from the Pearly Gates
Through her heavy duty
waves of gravity
comes a special delivery
of gooey brown gravy
from Hell’s Kitchen
courtesy of her
all consuming
opioid addiction
that’s gone way past
the onion rings of Saturn

A swirling black hole
coming into view
Lordy, what will you do?!
That plastic galactic baby
unholy and solely
waiting just for you
So . . .
take a deep breath
if you can
and don’t distress
I think it best
you go confess
to the Missionary Man

Living a life of bland
sinking quietly into sand
Or to get up off your knees
and seize the grand plan
via a door marked;

‘FOREVERMORE’

. . . ever so slightly ajar
Is it the Destructor
or the Greater Creator
holding your attention
with eternal intentions
down to your very core
whilst tight rope walking
an event horizon
seven inches above floor?

With a solemn whisper:

True love . . .
It can cool the fool
playing with fire
It can redeem the sinner
caught in a helter-skelter
It can purge the urge
to splurge
ever fraught with danger
Love from above
can make you whole
It can sweeten even
the bitterest soul
Then pay back in full
your hotel bill
from that holiday trip
to a swirling black hole

Yes … don’t mess
with that Missionary Man
he’s getting on
oven cooking
that missionary plan
the best that he can
All marinated in desire
life is a mystery
from the frying pan
to the fire
With answers
ever out of reach
death is over easy
with the merest touch
of the Master’s hand
Through all the agony
and the ecstasy
I hope you understand

~ David B. Redpath © 2018-25

A nice day for a Shaman Wedding

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Photography:
David & Linda Redpath © 2018 -25

29 thoughts on “The Missionary Man”

  2. I missed this one till now. Glad I found it. Dunno why but that word “evermore” just struck me. Felt abit eerie. We don’t often use that word but it conveys such a lot

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  5. Striking words. I like how you paint the hands of life, total picture style, making it into missionary man. Cooking. I really like a specific paragraph. Hold on, I’ll extract next. Ps: awesome picture. My type of universe.

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  8. Wonderful, David.
    I love how you tie in theories in astrophysics with astral traveling on a drug trip.
    I’ve always thought taking drugs is one of the way demons can enter the mind. (Sorcery in koine Greek = Pharmakeia from which we get our English word pharmacy).
    And demons can probably travel the galaxy.

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    1. Yes, as psychologists, and
      criminal defence lawyers,
      keep coming up with labels
      of ‘disorder’ to explain it away.
      I think the wider universe is crystal clear.
      The perverse seems to be
      all earth bound, along with
      the rest of us.
      That’s perhaps why Elon Musk
      longs to get away!?
      And yes Chris, the Pharmakeia industry has
      a lot to answer for.
      Just ask Lot’s wife.
      ‘Mother’s Little Helper’,
      turned her life into a pillar
      of sedated strife.

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