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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344 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

  1. no longer happy with the automobile
    I’ve taken to the outside sofa
    just face traffic and go
    countless married couples
    are involved in arguments
    they return my waves with indigestion
    the sofa is limited
    good for a couple of miles
    a wonderful ride to the library
    no food is served
    but kisses can be had
    just pucker up
    and think of Meryl Streep
    the sweet pink flesh of Meryl Streep
    the confines of a mature woman
    wearing ornaments like a Christmas tree

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  2. God is busy
    but sometimes
    he reads me as if I were braille
    Noah was afraid of God
    the number of times he was cut
    to release spiritual tumors
    Noah was more cinematic
    than any movie
    his genital upholstery
    hand carved
    a proud man
    often on display

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  3. the downward drift
    husbands wielding their Daddy sticks
    derogatory remarks may be the only defense
    romance complete with voice-overs
    interior life on display
    noise and commotion
    holding too much
    for too long
    (@) derogatory remarks: size, shape, color
    June Carter told Johnny Cash that his dong
    was like a whippoorwill out of breath

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  4. the Rabbi said that he was exhausted
    with synthetic readings of biblical prophecies
    contrary to all expectations
    scattered fragments
    form a whole
    Frankenstein
    personalities and fates
    smuggled into the library
    (@) a secret society that sneaks literature into libraries
    Daddy Onassis and Mommy Onassis
    thought-provoking enough
    backdoor intellectuals
    nose first

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  5. living a life more cinematic than any movie
    the family tree in a nativity scene
    blips on a radar screen
    graveyard markers
    a scoop of dust
    Robert Frost
    letters of the alphabet
    weeping and void of comfort
    $700 socks named for characters
    in a Stephen King novel
    scuffed suede breasts
    as welcome as bare feet

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  6. feeling so small in the large automobile
    most people on the street
    were too short to peek
    inside
    jewelers in town
    would stand on stepladders
    and exchange trinkets for cash
    bodyguards stood by with evil eyes
    bullets would have been too humane
    they knew where to stab to make death wait
    sometimes Aristotle would ride up front
    it made the driver very nervous
    afraid of making an error
    the tires would turn
    ever so slow

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  7. ask people about the upstairs Jesus
    and they instantly
    park the car
    on downstairs Jesus
    the Rabbi says that the common man
    doesn’t really think of Jesus
    he just entertains thoughts
    images of Jesus—images of thoughts
    one needs an intermediary
    a real powerhouse
    Aristotle Onassis

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  8. dreams of Jackie Onassis
    sitting in front of a large mirror
    rubbing a cream from Switzerland
    on her scuffed suede breasts
    a scientific formula
    a dead embryo
    or two
    the only immediate answer
    to the abandonment by God
    (shades of the Kennedy curse)

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  9. patterns of humiliation and exaltation
    patterns of incarnation and resurrection
    each morning the limo would visit self-realization
    Aristotle would have the window down
    clouds of cigar smoke pouring out
    tobacco grown near Golgotha

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  10. Honeymoon Hotel
    all the times you had trouble
    at the front door of romance
    adolescent behavior put away
    because of a condition
    known as adulthood
    adolescent behavior
    taken out daily
    friends with human faces
    needful of companionship
    old lovers
    still ask
    for more
    autographed
    merchandise

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  11. thinking back
    when I would tell fellow workers
    that I was Moses (the skin of Moses)
    few people sat at my table
    people that didn’t speak
    mainstream English
    names I’ve forgotten but faces
    that’s an entirely different story
    each set of eyes like a signature supreme

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  12. how many other people wear the skin of Moses ?
    how many other men are pulled from a woman ?
    a life of private eyes and detectives
    agents of the government
    the private world
    what it would take to wipe away the orphanage
    the bats and ghouls at night (the creeping)
    the sound of children being tortured
    what would it take ?
    puritans applauding
    as demons postpone the future
    seemingly unrelated episodes, the poetry

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  13. explicit sex acts
    seedy characters
    dirty ankles and nails
    every single thing circumcised
    ———–(floating)———–
    with the Rabbi in an over-crowded lifeboat
    he was holding my hand in a SORRY way
    I knew he was mathematically correct
    I was the Rabbi, inside the Holy skin
    ———–(floating)———–
    mother on the other side
    father pounding his fists
    horrific creatures
    suppression
    repression

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  14. the sky dark with mispronunciations
    when one lives so close to Placebo Town
    one must adjust to the company of sky vultures
    previous achievements littering the trees
    the poor pedal themselves
    the rich pedal others
    the Poet of the Week
    on drugs 24/7
    callousness on display
    poetry about Russian roulette
    kissing women in a rough manner
    poetry about Russian ribbed condoms
    alone at night with a butt cheese catalog
    a dry rub Swiss with a serious cringe
    a level 10 gravitational pull

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