The Broken Hallelujah

For the children
of a grand delusion
who never stopped dreaming
For those hurting
through all the loving
and the loathing
who fell
chasing their own tail
like a sacrificial offering
to a reflection glistening
four sheets to the wind
and under the full sail
of a fevered imagination

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Utopia

Utopia ~ by David B. Redpath
(acrylic on canvas) © 2018-2022

“Man is born free, and
everywhere he is in chains.
Those who think themselves
the masters of others are indeed
greater slaves than they.”

“I prefer liberty with danger
than peace with slavery.”

“No man has any natural authority
over his fellow men.”

“Everything is good as it comes
from the hands of the Maker of
the world, but degenerates once
it gets into the hands of man.”

“I perceive God everywhere
in His works. I sense Him in me;
I see Him all around me.”

“Falsehood has an infinity
of combinations, but truth has
only one mode of being.”

“What wisdom can you find
greater than kindness?”

~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau

The Placebo Diaries (3)

Las Meninas Placebos

that sacred place

at the crossroads of existence

where piece by piece

Pablo disassembled his muses

upon a wafer of painted canvas

a sculptured vivisection

a patchwork of stained-glass

the transubstantiation

of a new wine frozen in time

the sacrament of broken flesh

a surgeon’s scalpel

the artist’s brush

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Empathogenesis

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Bursting forth
from the Hotel Eden
a thunderous explosion
The trembling earth
cracked wide open
as from the fiery breath
of a vengeful dragon
Smoke and dust swirling
Grasping flames
Hot tongues of venom
Shattered glass descending
as vicious rain
over everything broken
The dead and the dying
a shrine to destruction
Upon the bloodied lips
of dazed confusion
a burning question . . .
“How could a loving God
allow this to happen?”

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War on Drugs

For Those Missing In Reaction

In the darkest of jungles

I’ve hunted & collected

black market creatures

spawned from the crooked deals

of the well healed and concealed

criminal classes

riding high with Pablo & Carlos

in an altered cosmos

where the likes of Escobar

is some kind of super star

and heartbroken mothers

are left to clean up the mess

forever counting the cost

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