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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1,679 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

  1. one would think
    that various spheres
    of life existed in Eden
    Adam, courteous and caring
    Eve, loving and full of amusement
    God, mysterious and distant
    creation seemed like a debt
    waiting to be repaid
    Adam and Eve had self-knowledge
    Adam was witness to being masculine
    Eve had witness to being feminine
    there were procedural guidelines
    God was fearful and afraid
    He knew the rule about pets
    the Assailant was true to his nature

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  2. walking around naked
    so-called weaknesses
    in plain sight
    each morning
    direct dealings
    with the deceiver
    interaction leads to
    transgression
    damage and
    ruin
    Paul on the street corner
    warning menfolk about Eve
    (+) yank you to hell with your dong

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  3. on the highway of misguided vanity
    personal qualifications
    requisite
    elephant lips
    find themselves
    painfully tossed to the curb
    the tics and mannerisms
    nasty things like fleas
    Dollar Store
    peculiarities
    (+) she said, “when you reach down there
    beware the mimicking ports, one is contagion,
    the other tolerable”

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    1. I was once arrested
      for reading the poetry
      of smiling happy people
      all from good homes
      all holding hands
      I was told if I sold
      my rotten old soul
      I could have total control
      and destroy all their plans
      but I was only interested
      in dissecting their brains
      To solve the mystery
      to finally understand
      the loquacious agony
      of insipid pleasant poetry
      and hold it in my hands

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    1. The battle
      was fast and furious
      as we advanced
      on the very gates hell
      Tongues of fire
      strange and spurious
      spawned of desolation
      scorched the putrid air
      Yet the enemy’s spell
      that yeast of the beast
      was curiously broken
      with words of truth
      being quietly spoken
      A victory
      to be celebrated
      was soon cut short
      when I discovered
      that the wounded
      of this Christian army
      were to be
      unceremoniously shot

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  4. all that was and more
    so many others
    bound and twisted
    the world unable
    to achieve the goal
    recovery
    praying the stream lifted
    the water turned backward
    Adam says “NO”
    Eve says “NO”

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  5. 15 minutes after the Ark landed on Mount Ararat
    good Christians were killing their wounded
    why wait ?
    wake up and have pancakes with Jesus
    15 minutes after the Ark landed on Mount Ararat
    cruising in the countryside with the windows down
    smoking pot and listening to Neil Young
    happy with the promise of restoration

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    1. High and dry
      in Noah’s Ark
      I was safe and sound
      on the solid ground
      of Mount Ararat
      where only love
      can break you heart
      Speed dating was a Jewish invention
      Chaos is the synergism
      the zeitgeist in the pants
      of starstruck romance
      the deviant virus of creation
      Meanwhile in China
      the Ice Mother of Slave Labour
      MDA is in mass production
      Neil Young saw the needle in the arm
      of Tweedledee
      and the damage done to Tweedledum
      The cookie crumbles
      as a golden dragon awakens
      Yes … fortune is a fickle friend
      here today and then gone again
      In Tiananmen Square where
      junkie pandas are like the settin’ sun
      every Little Emperor wants one
      From Mount Ararat you can see
      the armies of desolation gathering
      Chaos is the pathogen of destruction
      Total control of the human soul
      is just the delivery system

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  6. Christians killing their wounded
    the insignificance of life
    the Church wanting fresh blood
    just think, “THE GREATER GOOD”
    the sins of holy people
    mixed with spilled blood
    make the atoms sing loud

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  7. God playing judge and jury
    handing out sentences
    but no mention of himself
    offenders get the stick
    redefined a thousand times
    the consequences of disobedience
    the human experience
    less than anticipated

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  8. “Christians killing their wounded”
    pseudonym for something beyond an atomic bomb
    collaboration between the poetry workshop
    and the helpful guys at the truck stop showers
    orgasms with more electrons than protons
    (+) pull out a long spoon and dine with Satan

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    1. the
      Now
      that is
      and what was
      once continuous
      perpetually previous
      with the willingness to
      progress beyond the temporal
      inconvenience of reality
      To be, or not to be?
      Life never ending
      questioning
      Creation’s
      poetry
      will ever be written
      Holy Mindfulness is the key
      regardless of a body broken
      through all the tears
      of a soul forsaken

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      1. WISDOM OF THE ANCIENTS:
        According to the honourable
        residents of The Villages . . .

        The foreskin is a relatively recent
        invention. Prior to the Fall, one had
        never been seen. Apparently it’s a
        side effect of Adam’s shrinkage, and
        the subject of a fig leaf cover up.
        In Eden everything was much bigger
        and better.

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  9. Adam and Eve found it impossible to be in the NOW
    every damn rule to be broken
    was either in the future
    or in the past
    Adam liked to finger his circumcision scars
    each thick ring was done in a moment of glory
    people whispered terrible things behind Eve’s back
    Eve was evil
    pleasuring herself
    while breast feeding
    the first cold-blooded killer

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    1. Keeping a finger
      on the pulse of Placebo Town
      is best done with a prosthetic
      via the collective rectum
      Butt . . .
      remember to never linger
      At The Villages
      the night porter can be found
      working hard at his day job
      handing out blue pills
      and cleaning up the spillages

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    1. In peace, Love tunes the shepherd’s reed;
      In war, he mounts the warrior’s steed;
      In halls, in gay attire is seen;
      In hamlets, dances on the green.
      Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
      And men below, and saints above;
      For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

      True love’s the gift which God has given
      To man alone beneath the heaven;
      It is not fantasy’s hot fire,
      Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly;
      It liveth not in fierce desire,
      With dead desire it doth not die;
      It is the secret sympathy,
      The silver link, the silken tie,
      Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,
      In body and in soul can bind.

      ~ Sir Walter Scott

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  10. hobby of the day:
    loving men without making love
    overwhelmed by thick sex manuals
    index after index of particular gymnastics
    sphincter muscles of the prophet and the poet
    somehow direct conversations to the desired outcome

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    1. Under the aperture
      of a cosmic scanner
      my singular prism
      was variegated
      by an acidic laser
      from beyond
      the calibrated spectrum.
      My closest contact,
      the Night Manager
      at Hotel Bedlam,
      had already willingly
      signed the paperwork
      … ‘Do Not Resuscitate!
      Please wait, at least, until
      the Kingdom to come’.
      In the meantime
      I rest in peace ✝️ ♾️ ☮️

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  11. RESUSCITATE (+)
    resuscitation
    is a favorite sport
    at the truck stop showers
    (some people win the race and never make a lap)
    live long enough and pain becomes a pleasure
    always that character that asks for more

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    1. Despite my written
      and repeated
      strenuous objections
      I was resuscitated
      at the Diablo Hotel
      solely for the purpose
      of a placebo revolution
      I somewhat reluctantly
      asked Machine Gun Kelly
      if he had the time
      to join the insurrection
      but he was too busy
      battling Optimus Prime
      who he had found hiding
      in Megan Fox’s pants
      Is it only by chance
      that bad things
      always seem to happen
      at that Hotel Diablo?

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  12. spontaneous drama at the Honeymoon Hotel
    improvised romance, verbal and non-verbal
    speculations and misunderstandings
    give way to acrobatics
    and dexterity
    how often reflected in the mirror (?) Groucho Marx naked

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    1. Elephants are on the move
      The peacocks are dancing
      A virus has been weaponized
      and is rapidly mutating
      In Placebo Town
      Apocalypso is in the air
      A monsoon is soon coming
      as the clock is counting down
      and Elvis has left the building

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    1. That is strange!?
      At Hotel Diablo
      I did piss myself
      multiple times
      to the echo
      of distant laughter
      But then . . .
      the Night Manager
      always did an excellent job
      at cleaning up
      any detectable evidence
      of my nocturnal crimes
      Machine Gun Kelly
      may not be so lucky

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  13. back in the old days
    $70,000 would provide one
    with a strong athletic prostate
    to hell with a Night Manager and pissing yourself
    to hell with Hotel Diablo and its cheapskate tobacco addicts
    I favor the hygienic truth of being far from gangsters and lynching mobs

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    1. If you are
      a good old boy
      and can swivel like Elvis
      $70,000 will buy you
      a whole lotta love
      and forgiveness
      Except if you’re a poor boy
      from the wrong side of the tracks
      and especially if you’re black
      In Tulsa
      they still dance
      to Jerry Lee Lewis
      in the shadows
      of incestuous regret
      There are many things
      they’d much prefer
      us all to forget
      Goodness gracious
      great balls of fire

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  14. when one questions God
    it seems that he is proud of his overhead display
    the down below, not so much
    you find yourself hiding in the bushes
    where you don’t belong
    reality remains cruel
    you return to comfort

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    1. By the time
      I pulled into Nazareth
      the Omega strain
      had emptied the streets
      The spread was soon traced
      to a petri dish
      that had been carefully placed
      in the back seat of a ’57 Plymouth
      A bright red Belvedere soft top
      … to be precise
      The nearby Comfort Inn
      was closed for business
      and the army had now barricaded
      the highway either side of town
      Having no choice
      I donned a mask
      and headed for the local library
      where human culture
      was in the process
      of being cancelled
      for poetic blasphemy
      and various crimes against nature
      Names and places
      entire nations were being erased
      No mention of my fingerprints
      all over a certain petri dish
      or that ’57 Belvedere Plymouth
      registered to myself
      Always careful for what I wish
      but . . . I can’t help it if I’m lucky

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  15. I know less than nothing about a petri dish
    its contents,
    the end of a long and tortuous process
    all those mothers who dropped their payloads
    single and alone with God watching
    animals vulnerable to every attack
    the open door of their genitals
    perhaps God likes that sort of thing
    raw and coarse, blood and fluids
    the perfume of birth

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  16. knowing less than nothing about the petri dish
    the guards asked me to shut up
    simultaneous desire and revulsion
    the guilt of their detachment
    their mothers, wives, daughters
    the awful truth
    their means of release
    away from home
    the use and abuse
    of others

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  17. and I was just a boy
    who knew how to operate a clutch
    Noah was still afloat
    the Germans were crazy at their project
    GENESIS
    warehouses of soon to be mothers
    proud creatures salved with the seed of angels
    children that would populate the new world
    the future family of Noah
    pure stock

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    1. After a fatal incision
      of self infliction
      I attended the autopsy
      of humanity high on LSD
      It was a questionable decision
      . . . but that’s just me
      The event was advertised as
      “The Carnival of Carnality
      ~ Where The Flesh Is Weak
      And The Clowns Are Hungry!”
      No one was to leave
      in one piece
      as a consequence
      of being alive
      . . . and even worse
      there was a curse
      even the very strongest
      could never survive
      upon the very ground
      the circus was standing on
      I now count my blessings
      in every circumstance
      all day long
      Life is one continuous amputation
      yet simultaneously
      a quest for multiplication

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    2. Hybrids proud and loud
      spawned from the wreckage
      of Eden’s infamous Lebensborn
      Alien knowledge up in a cloud
      The war was lost
      as Adam and Eve got tossed
      The master race under a shroud

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    1. I asked the librarian
      for everything Aryan
      She then handed me
      just a single book …
      ‘The Rise and Fall
      of the Noble Neanderthal’

      Despite being a skinny volume
      it had some vital information
      … pride comes before a fall

      She then asked me
      if I was interested
      in Q~Anon at all?

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  18. the button of self infliction
    what a state of affairs
    mastery over reality
    big man conquers
    stirring within
    the serpent
    ======================
    immediate consequences
    ======================
    the color red
    other thoughts
    than the sounds
    of God in the garden

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    1. When Adam and Eve
      took the fall on behalf of us all
      and were duly ejected to Miami
      the Night Manager
      had a serpent in his hand
      mumbling
      “Nobody said it was easy.
      So don’t you go mistaking
      my fine Four Horsemen
      for some lame ass
      welcoming committee!”

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  19. I went to a concert once:
    Neil Young and the Lame Ass Welcoming Committee
    rock musicians had so many descendants
    they became the dust of the earth
    without bone and flesh
    no thigh to place a hand
    without a holy oath
    music became
    noise

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    1. Upon a pale horse
      rides an air borne virus
      The Omega mutation
      has become the permanence
      the cosmic fixation
      A masterpiece of the beast
      All variants are now spawned
      from the eye of the Omega storm
      Down by the River Ganges
      where the dead seek redemption
      and the cremations never cease
      their is no sure vaccination
      as the Omega is holding a feast
      Death dances with a Chinese Dragon

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  20. you permit yourself to touch yourself
    only too eager to try something new
    any potential source of friction
    theatrical masturbation
    wish-fulfilment
    by hand
    poetry: incoherent/illogical
    the poet strikes up a friendship
    loneliness replaced with undefined fear
    ———————–undefined expectation
    overwhelmingly pampered with $79 socks

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  21. it isn’t a germ or a virus
    just a silly page
    torn from
    THE OLD TESTAMENT
    a headache and a little discomfort
    next day you’re fine, working the fields
    snot babies shit their pants and cash it in
    billions of dollars change hands
    phony television religion

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  22. horticulture
    outside the realm
    of snot babies and diapers
    “you are what you smoke”
    the visiting nurse with her inflated lips
    a remarkable example of maturity
    backs away from a kick-ass buzz
    seeming struck expressionless

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    1. To be full
      yet empty
      simultaneously
      Promiscuously chaste
      Privilege and envy
      An outcast of a royal caste
      The agony and the ecstasy
      at a leisurely hectic pace
      Oh happy day
      The missionary of anarchy
      gone astray
      The Mission
      to watch
      and fight
      and pray

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