The Tower of Song

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With more skat
than a stray cat
can poke his eyeballs at
the punk
in the Midnight Choir
starts to twist and shout
Yet …
the All in All
all too beautiful
for even a bird on a wire
to sing about
Like that
concert hall in Vienna
where your lips
were so warm and wet
Getting a feel
of the real deal
… that love thing
Upon a mission
a royal commission
seeking foremost
the rock solid Kingdom
It all starts from within
Seizing the living moment
Best be in it
to win

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

To find truth
without love
or at least a trace
of faith and hope
like trying to climb
the highest peak
of Mount Everest
naked
without oxygen
or even a rope
Not saying it can’t be done
but man …
sounding much like
a clanging gong
in the Temple
of a world gone wrong
Or have I found
that love thing?
From the mire
of the dire basement
that we’re standing in
try as you might
to sight the heavens
across the endless skies
Far better
in the light
seeing the world
through heaven’s eyes
Heart and Soulful
Holy Mindfulness
is the rightful place
where we all belong

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

I too
have tried
in my way
to be free
If it be your will
then let it be
Yet
here on earth
they sentenced me
to forty years of mayhem
for spying
the celebrants
of sin
Tell me
where does
this world end
and the next begin?
Because
I don’t like your
toxic culture mister
And I don’t like
the choir
you’re singing in
I don’t like Big Brother’s
twisted little sister
The King
of everything
He’s coming back
He’s coming to reward them
The King of hearts
and minds
the Prince of Peace
returning
But first
we seek the Kingdom
Then let freedom ring

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

I’ve been buried
and I’ve been dug up
I call it grace amazing
You called it dumb luck
And thank you
for those items
that you sent me
The stone monkey
and the ink
under my skin
I’ve tunnelled
towards the light
and now I’m ready
First
we occupy the Kingdom
then
let the revolution begin

Yes … Jesus was a sailor
when he walked upon the water
Seeking the lost at sea
and the drowning
The stranger
the gambler
and me

And Leonard Cohen
he’s sailing on
to the Tower of Song

Through all
the rise and fall
the pulp fiction
from hell’s kitchen
I really like
to walk
that tightrope, baby
I really like
to hear
those Sirens sing
But to see that nightmare
of deception
prowling through creation
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom starts with

Remember me?
I use to to live
without rhyme or reason
Remember me?
I plugged your Hi-Fi in
You loved me as a loser
You’d hate
to ever see me win
With Christ Jesus
my ship has finally
come in
No longer tied
to a kitchen chair
With a Glory
and a broken Hallelujah!
But first
we take the Kingdom
Losing it all to win

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

I’m counselled
by a whisper
from the heavens
Once I was blinded
by visions in a spin
Now it’s …
So long Chicken Maryland
That frozen turkey
who nearly did me in
For now I’m guided
by the beauty of creation
and a thirst
for the Kingdom
where I first heard
those angels sing
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom begins within

And Leonard Cohen
he’s singing along
from the Tower of Song

~ by David B. Redpath © 2017-20

Artwork;
‘La Musica Sacra’
~ by Luigi Mussini

Photography:
David B. Redpath © 2017-20

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6,405 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

  1. truckload after truckload
    wretchedness and poverty
    an old ape on television upset
    paying an extra tariff on her lip gloss
    a dab of Moonglow and she was ready
    serpents on the path would lift their scales
    and sway with the breeze, cloudless Moonglow

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    1. THAT PLACEBO TOWN DEMURE

      big breasted woman
      jiggling hand in hand
      with her rich husband
      giggling along
      in a Coco De Mer thong
      that’ll be wrapped
      around his fat throat
      before too long

      an old white man
      driving down the street
      European sports car
      Asian girlfriend
      in the passenger seat
      a freshly cut piece
      of exotic meat
      young and tight
      on full display
      with the top down
      and ready to play
      when the price is right
      the well-to-do
      of Placebo Town
      a rather generic lot
      lined up for a mug shot
      at the red light district
      in the hectic drive-thru
      of poetry workshop
      as they throw another
      water bottle
      into a plastic river
      without backwards a glance
      out the rearview mirror

      built upon a cesspit
      THAT PLACEBO TOWN SEWER
      where you don’t have to be rich
      any more to be demure
      … and obese
      in the heat of a brat summer

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  2. when I was young
    I would sleep in the Gospel Tree
    which irritated Christians to no end
    “To Hell with them, I was a white man”
    a million years from the blight and mildew
    ———0———
    ———0———
    Michael
    from the Gospel Tree
    the greatest happiness
    the greatest length of time

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  3. appropriate subject matter for poetry:
    BETTER-OFF, a place where thoughts have fleeting significance
    jazz notes carry no known gender, slow and cautious foreplay
    romance and mystery (products of the imagination)
    clairvoyant poets/plural masturbation

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