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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1,473 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

  1. AN ENTIRE TRIBE OF BOY SCOUTS SODOMIZED HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
    a few sizeable members but nothing in the category of the mailman
    both familiar and strange, modern sodomy
    (+) Americanized (+) Parisianized
    hobbyists in your younger years

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  2. talk
    that the facts and material
    stored in the library
    are ready to fall away
    riders in the heavens
    ready to mount for battle
    all those who feel good enough
    they find themselves not good enough
    multiplicity in the shadows
    completeness and perfection
    washed away, destruction first
    (+) the boneless multiple cannot stand

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  3. THE ROOM GREW SILENT
    the agent mentioned “speaking voice”
    questioning fictitious characters in poetry
    sensitive individuals living a near-solitary existence
    Placebo Town famous for its large number of politico-religious poets
    landscapes of priests on ladders fumbling with key rings
    backward glances at the nonstop sodomy
    operating at the truck stop showers
    some say, “soul-satisfying”

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  4. I was told that the hotel had ramps
    that I could roll just about anywhere
    advised to stay clear of the pool deep end
    guests loosely gathered in the lobby
    every hand held digital snapshots
    dirty secrets, soiled bicycle seats
    erections cooing and gurgling
    unbuttoned buttocks
    nothing swaddled
    bareback

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  5. if one hears the wolf horns
    it is too late
    (bellow like a bull)
    every production
    Romeo and Juliet
    carried away on stretchers
    observant no more
    the Rabbi carries strips of newspaper
    in his pocket
    leaden shoes in the latrine
    nervous agitation
    keeping the diddle finger clean
    dialogue with the hand
    biomechanics

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  6. I was warned by the night porter
    that I might experience
    the wolf horns
    “just ignore them”
    bad advice I thought
    how does one ignore wolves ?
    it doesn’t take an old gypsy woman
    from a Hollywood movie to predict disaster
    vulnerable addicts and lovers should remain indoors

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    1. Howling Bull,
      my Cherokee shaman,
      would mix powdered wolf horn
      with peyote, corn whiskey, and
      a mushroom full of psilocybin.
      He told me it was a cure
      for toxic masculinity,
      so to drink plenty.
      I protested that I was a feminist,
      but he just laughed, saying,
      “When the horn is master
      predation be your destiny.
      So drink up, sonny,
      from a cup overflowing
      with the power of fertility.”

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      1. I must admit
        that sour corn mash
        made this acolyte regurgitate
        (not to mention the psilocybin).
        Howling Bull said, “Do not to worry,
        it is a reaction not unusual,
        but now drink deeply another cupful
        as the Great Spirit of Creation
        patiently awaits my beloved disciple.
        You must taste Eden’s apple,
        and leave temporarily
        the skin of your earthly body,
        to travel the higher reality
        if you truly wish to see clearly.
        May you unravel the snare of disunity,
        and forever be in harmony
        with the manifold singularity.”

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    1. The Manifold Singularity
      has been known to knock many
      off their feet, as it carries with it
      the epiphany of Instant Karma.
      The taste being diabolically bitter,
      yet angelically sweet.
      Manna from heaven
      is full of spiritual fibre.

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    1. Pointed threats,
      They bluff with scorn
      Suicide remarks are torn
      From the fool’s gold mouthpiece
      The hollow horn plays wasted words
      Proves to warn
      That he not busy being born
      Is busy dying

      ~ Bob Dylan

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  7. Adam had no fears of a womb-like cave
    no vagina strangulation
    no dreams of being a small child
    holding the reins
    of a pure white pony
    in white socks
    and pony shoes
    (+) later in earth years a famous doctor
    would write about Adam
    holding the reins
    to his erection

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    1. Doctor Who’s
      Tardis is much bigger
      on the inside
      That Time Lord of Gallifrey
      is always up for a ride
      on the temporal side
      Those wild wild horses
      could never drag him away
      from my television
      The Science Fiction
      Space Jesus
      for every citizen
      of Placebo Town
      who’ve forgotten how to pray
      “Please Doctor Who
      come save us
      an alien invasion is going down!”

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  8. future purchases at the Dollar Store
    efficient forms of sentience
    the check-out lady was impressed
    “YOU ARE A GENTLEMAN OF NORMALCY”
    the cold tablets made one
    increase exponentially
    rather than incrementally
    to step out of the Testaments
    to cease to be well-behaved

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    1. Adam’s nipples
      raises the thorny question
      was he just a lonely singular
      roaming Eden’s garden
      desperately seeking satisfaction
      or the original multiple
      awaiting Eve to pluck an apple
      on the event horizon?

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  9. day after day
    the wolf horns sound
    the man with the scythe
    growing thin
    librarians weighing vowels
    and measuring dongs
    QUALIFICATIONS
    inner voices trying to push the penis out
    one sway of the scythe
    peculiar urges cease
    rhythmical labor
    and a bucket of seed
    love sexualized

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    1. “Someday the earth will weep,
      she will beg for her life, she will
      cry with tears of blood. You will
      make a choice, if you will help
      her or let her die, and when she
      dies, you too will die.”

      ~Hollow Horn Bear

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    1. In Placebo Town
      the predominant sound
      is a subservient falsetto
      that emanates from it’s citizens.
      Like retro disco on viagra.
      The signature vibration
      of incomplete mutations.
      A condition known as puberphonia.
      Fortuitously
      I found the medicine man
      Howling Bull
      out on the Cherokee reservation,
      playing poker at the casino in Ramona.
      After my initiation
      he dealt me in, saying,
      “Only a fool goes back to Placebo Town.
      No one is born to be a crazy horse or a
      hollow horn. The spirit man needs no
      war paint as he dances with destiny.
      So make a stand to the very last hand.”

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