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. Dollar Store depravity:
    nursed in sin
    no volume of poop
    roots out the vice
    ———-people are quick to point out that Jesus was free of contagion
    perhaps his genitals were just decorative
    his manhood a spout

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  2. the pillow whispers,
    “your thoughts are heard”
    agents monitor your familiarity
    measuring your appreciation
    logging your Godward way
    —————
    —————
    finding it difficult
    to be honest
    in the armor
    of God
    ——
    ——
    love
    should flow freely
    love
    should not battle
    weighed down in armor

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  3. a head full of committed interpreters
    the words that we say
    the actions we take
    we shape not life
    but death also
    —————–the large head commands
    —————–that we live as we were created to live
    the pleasures of the moment
    knock on the front door
    pain forced to hide
    under a rug

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  4. fortune cookie:
    THE THING THAT ONE CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT
    WILL REPLACE GOD
    —————-
    —————-
    (+) rulership of the heart (+)
    —————-
    —————-
    your final home:
    1. upstairs
    2. downstairs

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  5. (Forgiveness comes with a hint of rosewater)
    whispers:
    I own my condition
    I embrace my need
    ——-
    ——-
    sin is sin
    never less
    ——–minimizing
    ——–the dangers of sin
    relocating outside Eden
    somewhere you know
    you be the master

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    1. (Release comes with a splash of saltwater)
      rumours:
      I took my little Lolita
      to the seaside on her spring break
      for a road trip on the wild side
      and to see that Florida Orca
      Big Lolita
      as a way of gently telling her
      that all wild creatures
      need to be released
      and that Big Lolita
      was soon to be set free
      Little Lolita
      being an accomplished sociopath
      found the idea hilarious
      and laughed as she asked
      was I about to dump her into the sea?
      yes … eventually
      was my answer
      in the meantime
      we both had a killer whale of time
      thank you Big Lolita
      for that splash in Miami

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      1. 20 million to transport an Orca
        from one coast to another
        so it may communicate
        with its 92 year old
        mother
        ———(romantic)———
        years later
        overpowering
        the smell of chlorine

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  6. schizophrenic baby bird
    one eye on today
    the other on
    tomorrow
    ——–dealing with the craziness of death
    your alphabet has vanished
    your arithmetic gone
    thinking vertical
    but horizontal

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    1. Valerie needed to do some
      hard time at the shooting gallery
      happiness is a warm gun
      as practice makes perfect
      especially for a feminist lesbian
      who’s aim is all wrong

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  7. journey to Placebo Town
    experience
    a more profound understanding
    of man’s sexual neuroses/desires
    PROCREATE (Adam and Eve style)
    DESTROY (the instinctive emotions)
    all those illogical carnival rides
    nothing nurtured by parents

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    1. Dr Jekyll could not handle the truth
      so he made a mixture to run and hide
      from what’s deep inside and must
      never be let loose, Mr Hyde’s phallus
      of brute force that no defence can resist.
      Dr Jekyll is now renowned as Placebo
      Town’s premier celebrity anesthetist
      since he rendered the beast unconscious.

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    1. Little Lolita has been using my razor 🪒
      to shave the fuzz off her peaches 🍑
      I said I didn’t mind
      as long as I could watch her🦵 👀
      by the time she reaches
      her thighs and pelvis
      I’m about ready to pay her
      some overdue lip service 👄
      as her cute little sighs
      and her jiggling breasts
      brings my inner beast to the surface 😈
      am I just another pathetic case
      for Dr Jekyll to diagnose? 🤔🕶️
      is Lolita the sweet sauce of my psychosis?

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  8. Mick Jagger and the boys (The Rolling Stones)
    famous for their less than honorable ways
    cannot run from themselves
    cannot escape their employment
    common stones in an underground hole
    laughing at Daddy God and his substitute son
    ———————
    ———————
    humans are no more than fancy apes
    moral perfection is a violation of nature
    ———————
    did Jesus live a perfect life ?
    did Jesus walk in our shoes ?
    ———————
    dead in sin @Reader’s Digest

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  9. ——the only thing on her mind——
    to shine a light up my pee hole
    to see the creature
    that spits semen
    ——^——
    ——^——
    sodomy is serious business
    be meticulous and clean

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  10. “Face everything and recover”
    reality:
    a Dollar Store poltergeist
    comes out at night
    and rearranges
    the furniture
    captured
    on film
    for all to see
    it streams on television
    viewers panic and plunge
    no parachute, no life jacket
    black omens swoop through
    flirtatious ravens, flirtatious crows
    when danger exceeds the bounds of play
    one prays to the Almighty for timely rescue

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  11. reality
    projected
    on to a screen
    inside our heads
    primal: the front door
    terminal: the back door
    on the edge of Placebo Town
    one can witness their creation
    the exact moment of intercourse

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  12. today at wORKsHOP:
    we were not permitted to color Darth Vader black
    our black crayons were confiscated
    agents of social equality
    constantly complaining
    exhausted from battle
    with those who lack
    regard for others
    —————-LIFE ceases to be real
    —————-LIFE becomes a cinematic portrayal
    agents of social equality
    overloaded with color-coded shades
    overloaded with gender confusion
    locational gender
    seasonal gender
    (entry level unquestioning service)

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  13. two famous streets in Placebo Town:
    self-glorification
    self-contempt
    (+) you ride your friends
    a motorcycle
    too fast around curves
    0————–0
    arrogant omnipotence
    0————–0
    earth so far below
    your feet
    are
    no longer visible

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  14. various Michaels
    pulling in all directions
    0————-0
    praying to God,
    “Please house them in separate identities”
    0————-0
    PLEASE HOUSE THEM IN PARADISE
    0————-0
    (+) I heard angels talking about the multifariousness of human life
    what the hell does that mean ?
    human life on Earth ?
    in outer space?
    death
    standing vertical
    hot head, cold feet
    knee high Michael

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  15. to question the goodness of God
    sin
    to refuse the role of servant
    sin
    perfection is never enough
    sin
    guards at the Gate of Paradise
    block entrance/block exit
    daydream about escape
    one minute of freedom

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  16. apes conceived in sin
    (apes conceived)
    raped and raped
    by talk of sin
    Adam and Eve struck
    by phenomenal confusion
    was it: LOVE GOD or SERVE GOD ?
    Adam was a busy boy, Eve not so much

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  17. moral progress can be measured at your local Dollar Store
    poets continue to write about things outside their knowledge
    poets are always nonentities
    penis length/girth no distinction
    genital embroidery
    the wife sewn shut

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  18. a relative showed me his stuffed polar bear
    I was in shock
    he whispered in my ear
    “I don’t even like polar bears”
    all I could think
    ===what about your wife ?===
    salty imagination
    but limited push
    when it came to shove
    ===what about your wife ?===
    impersonators
    the lot
    outer space cotton socks
    made in Ohio
    upon erection
    they wouldn’t stay up
    ===fantasies of the future knocking on the door of yesterday===
    backwoods cannibalism
    hillbilly cannibalism
    athletes
    white healthy athletes
    nicotine and THC
    aggressive sodomy
    under the right conditions
    babies from stolen sperm
    mommy eats daddy
    baby be all pretty and smart

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    1. awakening
      to the blessing
      of a new morning
      flesh rested and aroused
      twitching with anticipation
      hormones interacting
      the circulation of liquid warmth
      my Linda open and inviting
      with a physical transformation
      into something supernatural
      pleasuring a symbiotic union
      body … soul
      … touching the spiritual
      flowing with angelic motion
      the giving and taking
      of sensual stimulation
      the cherishing and grasping
      all primal
      the gratification
      fully mystical
      the sensation
      of love’s celestial fruition

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  19. mentioning the unmentionable
    what seems a lazy shortcut
    turns out to be a task
    it is not luck, it is art
    spelling is math
    (+) RELUCTANT MULTIPLEMICHAEL
    (+) (+) recirculation: random particulars (+) (+)

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  20. genitals in their fortified sanctuary
    dungeons and torture chambers
    (+) corruptible goods
    ——————
    ——————
    UFO beings look through walls
    look through clothing
    nudity of heart
    nudity of soul
    (+) the voice is a bugle call
    agents of death selling lottery tickets
    children on the street bought and sold

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  21. POETRY CUTS THE FLESH OF EARTH
    furrows of womanhood
    never free to escape
    to retire
    birth after birth after birth
    it is not paganism or sin
    the Holy Sweet Lord
    ———–
    ———–
    the gobbling of youth
    not a single prayer
    to die more
    slowly

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  22. pass me a thousand more cigarettes
    the grave is hungry
    I’m exhausted
    from rubbing
    its lips
    ———————————-
    ———————————-
    Christians around the corner
    hung up on pride and selfishness
    apes piss pride, poop selfishness
    souls are limited
    you must share

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  23. Placebo Town
    a rest stop across from Hell
    where drug crazed citizens
    write about Adam and Eve
    (+) motherless children
    no mother but a father
    who punished them
    with
    filthy materiality
    animal sexuality
    locked in incest
    Adam and Eve
    DNA certified

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    1. little Lolita
      my hole lotta lover
      I can take full credit
      for her good taste in music
      as she now sings along
      to every Led Zeppelin song
      wearing my old Pink Floyd t-shirt
      all part of my pygmalion project
      I even tried teaching her to fake empathy
      but I had to stop when her Viking mother
      saw the bruising where a heart should be
      there’s only so much you can do
      with a juvenile sociopath
      now she keeps asking me to be
      her backdoor man!
      have I created a monster?
      with little Lolita I never know
      whether to cry or laugh
      when she’s showing off her new thong
      singing and dancing
      with nothing else on
      and getting the words
      to ‘Blowin’ In The Wind’ all wrong
      the question my friend
      is should I leave her behind?
      is it a highway to hell
      or a stairway to heaven
      tucked away in Lolita’s back room?
      is the dark side of her moon
      just another hard grind?
      all in all … am I to be
      just another brick in her wall
      as the crack in Lolita’s mortar
      is so very quick
      . . . and easy to find 🧱 🔍👀

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  24. a conversation without words
    cease to be ignorant
    or start
    that which can be told
    must be told
    between the legs of Mary
    Jesus was resurrected
    (+) three years in the womb
    Jesus was a miniature man

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  25. ———three years in the womb———
    Jesus born a miniature man
    artists paint him nursing
    but Jesus suckled not
    ( what a shameful thought )
    (what a shameful thought )
    ( what a shameful thought )

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    1. pSYCHOPATHY wORKSHOP
      lovely Linda
      took a fighter
      and turned me
      into a lover
      little Lolita
      took a lover
      and turned me
      into a psycho killer
      with not much to say
      as the blood to my head
      has all drained away
      a rED pSYCHO pATH
      squeezing hard
      the grapes of wrath
      till the bleeding stops
      Qu’est-ce que c’est?
      pSYCHOPATHY wORKSHOP

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  26. ——————————–
    ——————————–
    ———RANDOM WORDS———
    ——————————–
    revved-up excitements
    prowling pleasures
    007 ejector sex
    slow motion
    before death

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