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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2,027 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

  1. young people rap and jabber religion
    words
    themselves do not convey meaning
    Jesus pulls us back
    Satan pushes us forward
    take the confusion out of speech
    and nothing is spoken
    too tired and wretched
    to bust loose
    your worn out eyes
    they are self-explanatory

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  2. your aunts and uncles———–their shanty romances
    teeth in a cup, lights out in separate rooms
    expressions of affection
    scars around the privates
    youth
    untrodden sex
    —————–jism on the ceiling
    —————–stalactites of sperm
    fancying what never returns

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    1. Hey Noah
      where you goin’
      with that raven in your hand?

      I’m goin’ down
      to Placebo Town
      and look for some mother lovin’
      dry land

      Hey Noah
      I heard you found dry land

      A rock solid place
      where a man
      can go find some peace
      that was the plan
      Where a monotheist
      can go make a stand
      But all I found
      was sinking sand
      overrun with pagan priests
      That Placebo Town
      is on shaky ground
      built in the shadow
      of a dark side rainbow
      I see an almighty curse
      soon rainin’ down

      Hey Noah
      where you gonna sail to now?
      What other strange lands
      will you be a-finding?

      I really don’t know
      where or how I’ll be goin’
      but Edgar Allan Poe
      had better
      keep his hands offa my raven

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    1. The familiar in the rear view mirror
      Headlights searching the night for
      something strange and peculiar
      Euphoria is ever out of range …
      somewhere just over the border
      Lives of quiet desperation
      ever asking the final question
      of a terminal situation
      Never silent is the waiting answer
      … for those who bother to listen

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  3. dreams about twins
    who perform magic acts
    cutting each other in half
    (+) reality check: sodomy with the egg timer crying
    a single voice in the dark
    “at one time I was a whole person”
    expressive clothes and Freudian socks/shoes

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  4. just think if you had a giant hand
    Jagger could ride your thumb
    you could toss rocks
    over the moon
    someone asks you about talking suitcases
    your one weakness (yeah right)
    every year at Christmas
    a new talking suitcase
    not a factory second
    or a Dollar Store special

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    1. In Placebo Town
      where they like
      to play rough
      one often hears
      those talking suitcases
      gossiping on the rooftops
      about school uniforms
      handcuffs
      leather accoutrements
      and the suchlike
      Fortunately for me
      my talking suitcase
      knows the importance
      of keeping secrets

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  5. the nature of the developing glob of goo
    some bark at the moon
    others ride rockets
    self-fulfillment
    corrosion
    Adam and Eve had roots in Eden
    they were fixed to God
    new knowledge
    seeded them
    enemies
    (+) the urgency of that first shit

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  6. people ask me if I have stainless-steel teeth
    crustacean sounds with mechanical legs
    cellmates want to think about
    jacking off
    egotistical at 90mph
    white on white
    with little flesh color showing
    more than white, I am colorless
    a cut-out with conversational balloons

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    1. Nose rings
      are all the rage
      in a place where ordinary
      is the never ending average
      A tattoo will give you an edge
      and a piercing
      can be a real advantage
      when being led around
      Being normal is mandatory
      in Placebo Town
      so remember your heritage
      and release your inner savage
      all dressed up
      as a circus clown

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  7. perhaps, I am not the first poet
    to state that
    Satan squats in France
    Gore Vidal
    fanning the fumes
    loving the response
    never too late for tourists
    white people after a bleach bath
    dark spectacles, a baseball cap
    landscapes become a mental map
    standing there
    around watering holes and shallow caves
    thinking how others are unprepared
    for something so claustrophobic
    as death
    (+) post-Auschwitz jazz

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  8. I kissed the girl with the price tag
    the guys at the pool hall
    nervously asked
    “do you know
    who you kiss,
    Michael ?”
    I’ve kissed the behinds
    of a thousand
    shanty town
    whores
    yes,
    every white sailor
    around the world
    knows my name,
    Mister Lips

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  9. (+) cut up your poop
    before you flush
    sexual maturity cut up
    mixed in with the flush
    (+) a life of nonstick underpants
    derogatory remarks
    about my lukewarm wife
    who complains
    about my penis at night
    a whippoorwill
    that seldom sleeps

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  10. INCEST
    your father pounding on the window
    your mother on the other side of the car
    horrific masks of fear
    “why were you kissing your sister
    like she was a platypus ?”
    (+) the front door of romance trying to distance itself

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    1. my big sister
      would kiss with her fists
      but sadly for me
      her friends were all
      particularly horny
      and found that a piece
      of innocent spring lamb
      too hard to resist
      as they one at a time
      whispered . . .
      “Please don’t tell anyone.
      Being so young,
      this kinda thing
      is considered a crime.”

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  11. Satan scrawling messages on rectal blisters
    gone to Paris to squat
    to drop turds
    from the Eiffel Tower
    material to ignite poetry
    (+) poop like you did in the electric chair
    (+) poop like you did in the cyanide chamber
    make mention of the warden’s dirty ankles
    your nude body in death
    a work of art

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  12. just short of the battlefield
    poets sewing up details
    paupers
    thrown in the flames
    (+) seize and subdue
    emotional bondage
    burrs and brambles
    in the underpants
    library after library laid bare
    The United Front of Sisters
    ————fists to kiss————

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    1. Poets hiding
      in the panic room
      talking sweet liberty
      the prime delusion
      of the artistic elite
      From the basement
      of the Placebo Town Library
      seeps an all pervading gloom
      where a graffitied statement
      is endlessly repeated
      “Be prepared to meet your doom.”
      As John Lennon
      is gunned down
      for daring to say . . .
      “… you think you’re so clever
      and classless and free
      but you’re still fucking peasants
      as far as I can see.”

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  13. famous for her conveyor conversation
    her conveyor tongue
    sailors thought it
    humorous
    school boys with their self-questioning
    interlocked fingers, rapid dong stranglers
    Noah brave enough to show his hands to God
    cinematic masturbation, each and every glorious time
    Noah proud of his pump, the dynamic thrust of his seed

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  14. a hotel apartment next door to Leonard Cohen
    he told me that his mother
    rode his father like a donkey
    over the years he developed a bray
    (+) something glandular about Leonard’s voice
    white man in a world of circles
    white man, the center of a mystery
    collecting all the words ever spoken
    abbreviated and forgotten, improbable

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    1. The King is gone, but he was
      no Johnny Rotten. But then, is
      that the story of Leonard Cohen?
      My minstrel was sentenced to
      death for being out of breath,
      by the beat poets with nothing
      left. He did a solo imitation of
      a white man imitating a black
      man singing “I Did It My Way”
      He should never have shot the
      sheriff after quitting the band.
      Things happen in Placebo Town,
      Kings with broken crowns,
      that I’ll just never understand.

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  15. ONE THING CAN BE SAID ABOUT PLACEBO TOWN:
    —————FAT VULTURES—————-

    poets collecting dictionary driftwood
    triangle underwear everywhere
    protection that faced
    the other way
    only recently
    big ears, small ears
    ears ripped off by brutes
    damaged beyond being surgically reattached
    scrappy girls that slap around lesbians
    chipped teeth and bald spots
    androgynous fingers
    wet with spit

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    1. Fat vultures
      feeding on the carcass
      of Mother Nature
      The pseudo environmentalists
      of Placebo Town
      plastic hippy hypocrites
      with giant carbon footprints
      Do us all a favour
      Save The Planet – Slash Your Wrists

      (This message was brought to you
      by Big Placebo Business ®)

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  16. “Sand in Vaseline”
    a song never released by Hank Williams
    Hank knew
    no animal strong without violence
    (+) complacent acceptance of the commonplace
    the wife asks specific questions
    nothing hides behind a transparent defense
    the meaninglessness of romance
    the callous attitudes
    infantile desires
    commode ring
    personalities

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    1. a flame in the dark
      a glowing spark
      in the flowing state
      of eternal consciousness
      that is something to be
      God is Light
      in him there is no darkness
      His love is infinite
      as far as I can see 👁️♾️👁️

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  17. after death your soul becomes your underwear
    and you struggle to push others away
    countless souls packed
    about your privates
    and you question
    yourself -WHY-
    (+) the penis will confess
    (+) the vulva lips will confess

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  18. you know who I am
    the small Michael in the back of the room
    open wounds where they cut me from the tree
    but pay no mind to that which I will leave behind
    you know who I am
    the small Michael who weeps at night
    having loved and lost the ones so necessary
    but pay no mind for one day I too will be gone

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    1. Be completely humble and gentle:
      be patient. bearing with one another
      in love. Make every effort to keep the
      unity of the Spirit through the bond
      of peace.

      Ephesians 4:2-5

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  19. faceless voices, “such a shame, they left him cut from the host”
    and what seemed like a thousand years, cruel schools
    husbands with lovers, wives with kitchen knives
    they called me Mister Rabbi
    I had a million books
    and most of the time
    I was coloring
    or touching
    myself

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  20. part of the lesson
    borrow not
    collections
    like the angry alarm clock
    the voice at the door said,
    “where’s your golden boy ?”
    I climbed the tallest tree
    but there was no escape
    cut from the tree
    cut from the host
    faceless voices said,
    “he was such a nice lad”

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    1. Under yesterday’s shroud

      to avoid the midday heat

      I slept by a pillar of cloud

      where the manna was sweet

      Driven by some reckless desire

      through the darkness of night

      I roamed the wilderness

      with just a pillar of fire

      as my guiding light

      Knee deep in shifting sand

      yet with promises to keep

      I caught a fleeting glimpse

      of that promised land

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  21. Ken Hensley asked Machine Gun Kelly to leave the room
    it wasn’t dark secrets lurking under the surface
    more like a Fred Flintstone automobile
    prophetic footsteps in cemetery mud
    not counting non-physical steps

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  22. every time I see this tall woman
    she gives me a list of appointments
    I fold them in half
    and place them
    in a special
    place
    a DEAD stack
    the check goes to the bank
    I do not have to do anything
    people who want to explore my rectum
    clinics who wait for my stool samples
    they grow old and relocate
    lion tamers perform
    but not Michael
    no stage
    punch the correct numbers
    reality opens up like a peacock
    private colors and sounds
    lumberjacks with soft lips
    to kiss another man
    and not faint
    (+) yes, I can

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  23. he said that he tried to carve himself a lover
    flickering images in his thoughts
    characters with real personalities
    rule #1, don’t judge human nature
    hang out with Tinker Bell
    say “NO” to Machine Gun Kelly
    the waste basket is full of John Philip Sousa
    underneath that crap, Machine Gun Kelly
    pretentiousness, a condom used twice
    naysayers lubricated in another man’s jism
    (+) better to under-promise and over-deliver

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    1. Question: Why is Machine Gun Kelly on this planet ?
      Answer: Because his father employed a twice used condom.
      Rumor: Jimmy Cagney put him on the street
      a leg brace on his neck
      snotty ink art

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  24. when Pink Floyd displays the snake skin
    handed down from Adam to Noah
    no one realizes that it isn’t
    a shed snake skin
    it is the foreskin
    of God
    every night, Noah’s wife ponders why he won’t occupy her space
    Noah seems to never sleep but his dong snores

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  25. self-fulfillment
    a long journey through self-realization
    the wounds of ancestors hungry for fresh blood
    dangerous corrosions labeled as heart-warming
    full-fledged sexual encounters, a heavy knot to untie

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  26. (+) the wounds of ancestors hungry for fresh blood (+)
    Noah informed me that gravity is not the same for everyone
    the gravity of love can be a fright or a delight
    grave locked love remains unspoken
    without chains or ropes
    Hell holds so tight

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  27. close contact with Noah
    with elemental nature
    tortured with moonlight
    finding it impossible to sleep
    reality less and less real
    the world of things and appearances
    so far off in the distance
    the freshness
    the mystery of Noah
    rapturous
    love with a holy man

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  28. giant magnets with miles of wire wrapped around them
    a wife or girlfriend with a vulva capable of fluorescing
    daydreaming as a youth
    sex: how to achieve perpetual motion
    Robert Frost poem about blue glow water
    faster-than-light or trapped on Mars
    vibrate your electrons, Baby

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  29. headstrong folly without interference
    relocated a mountain before breakfast
    Father said that the wind would come
    to educate the children
    late-adolescent loons
    rattlesnake narcissism
    yes, it was a constant battle
    masturbation on its own wing
    momentary stays of tight gripping fingers
    boys and girls and spirits gone wrong
    all this life long

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  30. a coupon on the back of the butter quarters
    “access to the darker sources of religious vision”
    a wild ass conversationalist at poetry workshops
    a manic talker willing to take his trousers down
    a simple poem, “My Penis”
    head foremost, boundless support
    white people mischievousness
    cycles of destruction and regeneration

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    1. As a singular particle
      travelling through
      time and space
      I try my best to avoid
      the verbose tourist
      on train or bus
      Aboard the Good Ship Lollipop
      I’d make them all walk the plank

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    2. I lost all my privileges
      at poetry workshop
      for driving a Japanese hybrid
      instead of a Cadillac
      or even a Dodge
      Meeting at The Villages
      in their top secret
      Masonic Lodge
      the poetry seemed to me
      to be particularly geriatric
      and overtly patriotic
      An appeal has been lodged
      but in the meantime
      I’ve hacked their system
      rendering their existence
      futile and chaotic

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  31. question your attachment to the ground
    the tug of gravity
    detectives knocking on the door
    trying to understand private thoughts
    neighbors taking photos
    and logging in dates and times
    DOUBT was everywhere
    the great number of doubts
    like farts in an lazy breeze

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  32. every conscious effort to avoid the end
    side-streets, circles outside the wedding ring
    till the Honeymoon Hotel has shed all its color
    waste accumulates and one becomes more vulnerable
    (+) sick-room litter overhead
    the actuality of death
    neglected play toys
    pills not taken

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    1. The Grand Vizier
      of lost time out of place
      a febrile gentile
      with God given style
      and poetic grace
      in the footsteps of Ziggy Stardust
      wearing those space cotton socks
      transcending the rotten
      hidden behind a million masks
      with just a smile on his face

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  33. sowed dissension
    trivialities
    every channel on television
    future physical resurrection
    why not today………now ?
    boy citizens
    and girl citizens
    the path of appropriate roles
    Paul and his distinctions rooted in creation
    Paul with his red cape in the bullring
    ——————–
    not the fruit of the tree
    rather the meat of the tree
    Eve offers the opportunity
    to every man born
    Eve greets every man with a kiss
    Paul warns that she will repeat her mistake
    “in quietness and full submission”
    females survive in the basement of heaven
    circumstances of creation
    circumstances of the fall
    (+) phased out by redemption (horns and a tail)

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  34. Nelson Mandela kissing Mick Jagger
    really kissing him
    like he was beyond horny
    all those years behind bars
    just thinking about Jagger’s lips
    I purchased three copies of the tabloid
    “MANDELA SLIPS THE TONGUE TO JAGGER”

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