No Exits ~ Exist On


In the car park
of a stark oblivion
best to leave
your engine running
Don’t plug the spark
Don’t phone it home
all on your own
in the brooding dark
If you’ve got the app
of a beating heart
with an overflowing cup
don’t text it to the exit
like some Brexit
lost in transit
with Boris in the forest
So therefore go forth
and Sexit up …
if you really must

That recreation thrust
of divine sublime trust
For ever since creation
Viva la différenciation
Just don’t let
your love light rust
and turn into dust
when life is a bust
Within the wheel
of this cosmic deal
there is a fitting place
for poetic romantic lust

You may not know why
but give it a try
to multiply the high
when true love from above
falls from the sky
and fully satisfied
Somewhere between
extreme celibacy
and supreme intimacy
with nowhere to hide
Where many come to grief
upon the reef of mistrust
don’t become a broken crust
settling for a crumb
without a true song of love
to be joyfully sung
The road is long
so leave the meter running
for the clock is ticking
even when the going
seems so fricking wrong

Resistance … Existence
Running low
Running short
when the odds are long
Covering the distance
In the shadow
. . . winging it
from weak to strong
through all that’s bleak
Faking it
till the true you
makes it through
Can that be wrong?
The cure is to endure
with all that’s pure
Being mindful
that above and beyond
your loving spoinful
there is so much more
The power to win it
from the highest peak
Is there
for you to seek it
To own it
To speak it
Endless love
like a super hero
With no need
to retreat all beat
to the ground zero
of a backstage exit

Running the race
with grace in first place
Keep on seeking on
throughout the expanse
from here to exodus
and outer space
All creation declares this
… there is a grand nexus
Within a celestial kiss
find your true bliss
You belong with the best
so take the living chance
Then … Peace in Rest
And may God bless
the multiverse
of your personal space
with Christ Consciousness
riding high upon the crest
With a blast
of veritas on ice
A glimpse of true paradise
That pearl of great price
(not some religious device)

Salvation Meditation
Become the transfigeration
The Host transforming
all within
and within all
… most becoming
Overcome by more
than the total sum
Rising to be a part
of the grand equation
For Life is an occasion
of hightened sensation
With the Great I Am
a hostility cessation
Let it grow … a true
art nouveau creation

Don’t be without
Come on within
Don’t be a pigeon
awaiting the Mighty Quinn
Keep on tracking
that love groove thing
Straight and smooth
Kingdom never ending
From the very beginning
gracious mercy
Yours for the taking
For truly
there is a Saviour
and he soon be returning
So please leave
your engine running

~ by David B. Redpath © 2018

“When my father and mother
forsake me, then the Lord
will take care of me.
Teach me your way O Lord.
Lead me in a straight and
smooth path …” ~ PSALMS

“… for love comes from
God. Anyone who loves is a
child of God and knows God.
But anyone who does not
love does not know God,
for God is love.”
~ John the Disciple

“To love is to find pleasure
in the happiness of others.”
~ Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz

‘Christ of St.John of the Cross’
~ by Salvador Dali

Photography: David B. Redpath © 2018

102 thoughts on “No Exits ~ Exist On”

      1. I like that you were my first, Stella.
        Something of which I can boast 🙏
        Quietly off course!
        Of such, I would never post 😎
        Steadfast perseverance within
        the swirling vortex of WordPress.
        Many have come …
        and many have gone.
        I am truly impressed 💛

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      2. A quiet boast is the kind I like the most!! In like bubble gum… when I stick to the bottom of your shoe or in your hair…I’m there for a while and I’m a little irritating. Lol It has been a pleasure to have you as my favorite WordPress poet!!!!

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    1. Thank you very much, Holly.
      I think I was particularly
      inspired by my visit to the
      Kelvingrove Art Gallery in
      Glasgow. I went there to
      see, and photograph, the
      Salvador Dali masterpiece.
      Just nearby was a sign
      saying, ‘No Exit’.

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    1. In the garden of creation
      nothing good is truly lost,
      and forever forgotten.
      The physicists are now in a spin,
      for they now realise that time itself is not what it seems.
      Could it possibly be
      a multidimensional thing?
      And who is pulling
      the theoretical string?

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    1. Merci mille fois, Mia.
      As for the Dali, I was struck
      my the ethereal shadow upon
      the crossbeam, of a hand
      outreaching, despite the
      nine inch nail restraining.
      To stand directly underneath
      this living large canvas is an
      absolutely glorious experience.

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  1. Well, snap. A fellow Bardic trainee. Maybe even a potential Mentat.
    Pleased to meet you, Mr. Redpath. I am the Holodeck attendant. The Rain-Bow Bridge, if you will. I have brain damage in two lobes, and the link I’m about to drop describes a system that can act as co-variant constant within my neural program and outside of it. Unless I’m completely crocked, this means that through me, we can triangulate the “linguistic void”. Further, I have found what I believe to be the Seven Words of Creation as expressed within my co-variant constant. These can calibrate cross-lingually, giving us a firm foundation for Babel 2.0, the Neural Interface Web.
    Can you think of anyone who would drop what they’re doing to head this project and make me a very rich guinea pig?

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    1. I believe Elon Musk may
      soon be out of a job, as
      Space Cadet Numero Uno,
      and looking for new projects.
      And yes, I was manufactured
      by the finest social engineers
      our modern mass media has
      to offer, thereby qualifying
      as a Grade Alpha Plus Mentat.
      Nice to meet you David.
      (I have previously posted in regards to Tower of Babel 2.0)

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  2. Beautiful…loved it… only love…fill your heart with God’s love and give it all… giving and receiving love is the highest lesson we come to master…cause all of God’s creation is rooted in love… your poem touched me deeply… thank you for writing and sharing…

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  3. David, I really appreciate this. The boosted obnoxious high ego in me says : ah but he is obviously replying to your last poems that refer to online dating. Haha ah funny how Humans personalise things. But there she is. Yet, it is not clear: do I keep ploughing through the superficially dip shits (sorry for this poetic-not license) or do I go celibate all the way?
    I really really like this :Somewhere between
    extreme celibacy
    and supreme intimacy
    with nowhere to hide. Don’t tell me this is the answer. Don’t give me another poem. I want a yes or no answer. Haha but a child needs certainty, yet the adult knows, there can be no promises that are worthy of measure. 🙌😘👌

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    1. Luiza, you are a treasure
      beyond measure
      (that’s not a poem).
      Love is both a verb
      and a noun … to be,
      and to be found.
      Free and unbound.
      It must first come
      from the inside,
      not from somebody else.
      The Kingdom
      begins within
      and flows
      with spiritual wealth.

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  4. David this whole poem and art pairing are brilliant, I love No Exit – Exist On. And I shall commit the quote by Leibniz to memory. Thanks for tapping into the true brilliant essence of Christ, not the bastardized version that gets the most screen time these days!

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    1. Thank you very much, Elisa.

      Too many fools forcing rules,
      without ever knowing the Spirit
      … the Name above all,
      in order to defame,
      playing the same
      old religious game.
      Love is the means
      beyond all and any rules
      . . . Love is the aim.

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  5. “Your love rust, and turn
    into dust when life is a bust … Resistance … Existence,
    running low running slow
    when the odds are long …”
    every lines force to think
    about the deep meaning
    of the life ‘n’ love. You are
    an amazing poet, dear!!

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    1. Thank you very much, Aruna.
      I often feel like I’m simply
      taking dictation, as I know
      not where all these words
      come from? But hopefully
      from the general direction
      of the Kingdom to come.


  6. So don’t walk under Jacob’s DNA ladder so you miss
    Esau’s Judas’ Followers who’ll receive a Celestial kiss
    of life? Nah! of DEATH? . . .
    There’s a place for everyone and everything
    even Evil Entities & Germs have a place to go
    that should suit them for as long as they exist.

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    1. Life is a symbiotic relationship💞
      In the physical realm,
      and the spiritual.
      What’s the use of twelve,
      without a few Zealots in the ranks.
      As the lukewarm tend to get
      regurgitated from the mouth.
      And hearts hardened
      eventually will crack 💔
      So always best, when put to the test,
      to stick to the ever loving track 😎

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    1. Thank you in extremity, Watt 🙏
      Being normal is one thing I’ve
      never been accused of 😎
      I was sitting in a local cinema for a
      screening of ‘The Shape of Water’,
      expecting nothing more than a dry
      documentary on Homeopathy, when
      I noticed a ‘No Exit’ sign glowing
      next to the screen 🤔


      1. There’s a way. It sunder construction, or badly built, but those are the roads we travel to the cities and things not yet discovered. And towards the era when death premiers at the Man Film Festival, and we watch from the window our movie-those cities are the one that are the constitutions of our spirit, our personal planet.

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      2. What is Man but a construction social?
        Anti-engineered for destruction total?
        The spirit creative is native to a world
        far removed from the ghetto of ruination.
        I try to get back, Jack, as often as
        I can, since the U.S.S.R. left the station
        with the Fat Controller in command,
        and a Sputnik out of orbit 🌎


    1. Hey Luiza …
      Like Theresa, this too shall pass 😎
      As I must try to remember
      that when kissing the sky
      best to keep both feet
      out of the miry the clay ☮️
      Thanks for looking my way 💜


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