Werewolf Déluge

“Just keep on walking!”

I saw a werewolf

with a hymn book in his hand

prowling around

as he sniffed the ground

from Jonestown to Gaza

He’s that well manicured gent

some say he is heaven sent

I’d like to meet his tailor

You can hear him howling

on your television set

Better not turn it on

Little old lady got bitten

late last night

Werewolves of Religion again

. . . Ooh Ahh

A most sanctimonius
dish licker
House trained
ordained
and chain ganged
by a holy roller rock spider
The High Oppressor
and possessor of the sacred
processed cookie cutter
A common deviation
and ruthless denominator
The bottom feeder
from an archaic crypt
misgiving readings
from a counterfeit script
An omega predator
and an alpha hypocrite
Hunting little tiger
Out for a bite
Stalking the night
Keep an eye on your son
Best lock up your daughter
Werewolves of Religion
deviants of Christendom
peddling science fiction
from some dead
and buried author
with fantasies of flight
aboard a dianetic cruise
Like a Tom on heat
with the romcom blues
A diffuser of confusion
defusing the light
Preaching in part
yet with every action
and reaction
denying the total sum
of Kingdom come
Out of his right mind
by the hand of slight
hidden out of plain sight
The highly refined
and cultured lupine
beguiling the gullible
Absurding the improbable
“Nothing is impossible!”
Packaging and marketing
the celestial sublime
If you don’t own the patent
… isn’t that a crime?
Like ringing the bell
and knocking the door
for imaginary points
that you need to score
Like taking alms
from the poor
to feed the Big Empty
with the hunger pangs
of a miscreant zombie
The beast of Pharisee yeast
and A-list Hollywood celebrity
… baring his fangs

I saw a werewolf

smoking a cuban cigar

whilst howling at the moon

to the tune of ‘Instant Karma’

I saw a werewolf

at Club Nirvana

dancing with Che Guevara

doing ‘The Werewolves of Martyrdom’

I’m sure I saw a werewolf

you could tell

by his deadly fruit

wearing an Armani suit

blessing the troops at Armaggedon

His hair was perfect

Like John Travolta

in Saturday Night Fever

. . . Ooh Ahh

Of Paradiso promises broken
within the thin air of despair
upon a disco floor forsaken
and a multitude
of barking voices
Don’t be sheep skinned
Enslaved by neolithic religion
rebranded in “New Age” drag
then mauled by superstition
Don’t allow a rabid wolf
to stand between you
and the ever loving truth
The insanity of humanity
hell bent and torn in half
Bent over some or other
always yet another
… golden calf

My empirical proof of truth;
Does it deliver true freedom
or destructive bondage
and divisive division?

A question in the seeking
For before the sun arises
there is darkness
And with certainty
… a full moon coming

~ david redpath © 2018

“To all my nonbelieving, sort-of-believing,
and used-to-be-believing friends: . . .
I am sorry that so often the biggest obstacle
to God has been Christians. Christians who
have had so much to say with our mouths
and so little to show with our lives.
I am sorry that so often we have forgotten
the Christ of our Christianity. Forgive us.
Forgive us for the embarrassing things we
have done in the name of God.”
~ Shane Claiborne

Inspired by the lyrics of Warren Zevon

Photography:
Mark Clarebrough © 2018
PhotoArt: David Redpath

First published
April 28, 2018
on Morality Park

85 thoughts on “Werewolf Déluge”

      1. I get annoyed that good folk – whatever they might or might not believe in – get tarred with a brush they don’t deserve. As you know maybe better than me, there are extreme nutters out there, whether they be atheist like me, or (think they) have a belief and its those nutters who get in your face, interpreting things to fit their cause who are the one’s I can’t respect. To the rest of the good sorts, I say ‘be free to believe in whatever makes you – put simply – a compassionate human’. I think that was what I was getting out of your fine post.

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      2. Thanks for your thoughtful
        comments, George.
        I do see dark forces, with
        purpose, doing their worst to
        turn earnest seekers away
        from knowing Jesus.
        If you let a hypocrite stand
        between you, and God, you’re
        allowing a hypocrite to be
        closer to God than yourself.
        God is love. Don’t settle for
        superficial substitutes.

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  1. Absolutely brilliant David! As a Preacher’s Kid I can relate to what you have so eloquently described. Believe it or not, I live in a dry county with laws against the sale of alcohol! The “Werewolves of Religion and deviants of Christendom” have defeated referendums to allow retail package stores in the last two elections. Nothing more than a bunch of bible thumping holy roller closet drinkers who buy their liquor in neighboring counties. Simply unbelievable. You are the man David!

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      1. It’s interesting that Christians
        pushed the U.S. goverment into
        introducing the Prohibition of
        alcohol, thus handing the
        industry over to criminals, with the resulting corruption
        of police and politicians.
        Big mistake!
        But then it was the same.
        Christian activists who pushed
        to have alcohol legalized again, to stop the carnage.
        A good example of why church
        and state should always
        be seperate.

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    1. Yes Victoria, Warren was an
      excitable boy, just like me.
      I’ve been inspired by (plagiarised) his wonderful
      songs several times.
      Linda Ronstadt made a fortune
      out of the Zevon’s music,
      yet still cried, “Poor, poor,
      pitiful me!”.
      (Werewolves prefer to drink
      a Bloody Mary)

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  2. What lies in old Mother Hubbard’s cupboard?
    From Parsons to Pasadena
    there’s a full moon rising
    On jet propulsion
    from mystery Babylon
    What a project!
    Should we hit the road, Jack?
    And not come back, no more! No more!
    What the L, Ron?
    A Phoenix has come crawling, Crowley
    And come running up that alley stair!
    Ordo Templi Orientis!
    Great balls of fire!

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    1. “Da doo ron ron 🎶”
      You got the L.Ron reference,
      Chris. And here’s me thinking
      I was being too subtle?
      Well doo done done ✔
      Yes many a creep have crept,
      and more yet to seep,
      out of the Babylonian
      Cupboard of Oblivion,
      before Kingdom come
      … so,
      “Somebody told me
      that his name was Bill,
      John, Tom, Dick, or Harry
      Da doo ron ron ron
      Da doo ron ron 🎶”

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    1. Dear Yassy, I am a cyber schizophrenic.
      My left hand likes to like 👍
      what my right hand likes,
      with much compatibility
      . . . thankfully!
      Some things are worth the
      rereading, with a different
      perspective. Having read in
      the evening, a new view in
      the light of a new morning.
      One hand is very shy and
      retiring, so very reluctant to
      do any commenting.
      So obviously this is the other
      hand ✋ responding.

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  3. I read these lines and was blown away.
    I was bitten by a werewolf, seems like yesterday.
    He was dressed up in a psych degree, lewd smirk, and body odor.
    I was there, a sinner, by my (Bible) college order.
    I broke the rules, was shunned, shamed and pariah’d.
    His answer? “Let’s sin together, then a pray-yah!”
    I walked out from his office (and the college) in disgust.
    I took that final straw, and with it all, burned it into dust.
    (nf).
    This poem you wrote is so powerful and is really close to the bone for me. I wanted to write yesterday after I read it, but yesterday got away. I’ve missed visiting your blog. Thank you for writing this poem David. I love it, more than words can say. This needs to be read by everyone who has burned it all after breaking their heart on the falsehood of religion. Religion is meant to control and enslave. It is a construct. Jesus sat on a hill to speak. If he were here, I think he’d be overturning every table labeled “religion.” Thank you for sharing that quote at the end too.

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    1. Thanks for your heartfelt
      thoughtful response, Niki.
      Yes, the truth to set free.
      The doctrines of men, self
      serving scheming dressed up
      as spiritualism and religion.
      It just makes me want to shout,
      “Forget all 2 thousand years
      of religious misinformation,
      and get back to the sermon
      on the mount”.
      God is Love … and in him
      there is no darkness.

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  4. I’ve reread this poem and am still in awe, bobbing my head all the way through. That quote at the end reminds me of a convo I had with my manager…I was saying I’ve wanted to take classes at university on the history of religions hoping I can find objective historians informing me. I am not religious but I am spiritual I suppose…my religion is the Golden Rule and compassion. I still have lots to work on but am still trying . Great poem that makes one think and hopefully take a long look at our bellybutton

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    1. Merci beaucoup, Mademoiselle
      Sunflower in the Garden … or
      should I just say, Cheryl Lynn?
      Jesus declared that the
      Kingdom is within, and that
      he had come to set us free.
      He reserved.his harshest rebukes for the judgemental,
      self righteous, and corrupted
      leaders of religion. I believe
      Jesus Christ himself, in person,
      is the way, the truth, and the light. Jesus is my spirituality.
      We have his teachings, his
      words plain and simple, no need
      for theological interpretations.
      So, I guess that makes me a
      fundamental … but no need
      to get all religious about it,
      because I’ve been set free.
      Free to find true hope, faith,
      and love.

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  5. Brilliant poem, I read it more than once and I still can’t get enough of it! I agree that Jesus is above people’s institutions of faith. What a frustrating feeling…to search for Him in stone-cold buildings, instead of our hearts!
    I also wanted to thank you with all my heart for following my blog! It means a lot! Have a wonderful day!

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