Category: Art
DAVID’S STAR 2024
“Whoever shuts their ears to the cry of the
poor will also cry out and not be answered.”
~ King David
The Wreath Bearer
Beware the wreath bearer
All imperious and global
Religious and tribal
Upon a fatwa of murder
A binge of unbridled revenge
Piled upon the funeral pyre
Of a fire that never ends
The Love Force
How can an intrepid Galactic Republic
emissary, suspected of being a Pfizer
messenger of ribonucleic acid, get
those midichlorian antibodies past
the Trade Federation blockade?
A benign midichlorian, but you really
don’t wanna get on it’s dark side,
Frida and Me 💃😎
First it was the Mexican painter, Diego Rivera.
Whilst she drew breath, Diego
Rivera
was the love of Frida Kahlo’s life 💞
So much so, they got married twice✌️
But Diego couldn’t keep his hands off Frida’s younger sister, Christina ✋🤚 So, whilst Diego and Christina 🎨🖌️ painted frescoes together, Frida did a fandango on her toes and danced out the door seeking a better lover 💃❤️
Continue reading “Frida and Me 💃😎”Empathogenesis
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
Searing flames
like 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?”
The Ancient Paths
Walking the ancient paths
of my forefathers
from a favela slum
to the mountain summit
through fields of green
far beyond
the stormy weather
singing a gypsy hymn
petitioning the heavens
for a taste of that
ever loving
Kingdom to come
Never the right answer
Always the wrong question
Is Jesus Christ
the key to eternity?
After all is said and done
He’s the one
who rose from the dead
Maybe . . .
the baby of nativity
has been thrown out
with this world’s
dirty bathwater?
The Placebo Diaries (8)
the delights of shallowness
the dangers of depth
the bottom of every day
is cruel
voyages of love
overhead
(+) whispers float and secrets sink
~ Multiple Michael
In a time before time
high I was taken
to the summit
of a holy mountain
and watched as the future
marched past in procession
The whole of creation
high on celestial power
singing in celebration
Glory sparkled in the air
vibrating with divine passion
In the midnight hour
I now pray to heaven
that one fine day
… it will finally happen
Reign On Me
The Elvis of God
… and Glam Rock Saviour
of a child playing
with wildfire rebellion
as the croupier of sin
deals him in
to a game even the dead
can never win
Body and spirit
within the echo of a scream
caught in the tangled web
of a deceptive dream
swiftly twisting
the taste of sweet venom
from the acrid smoke rising
over a wasteland
of wandering souls
where a toxic river flows
into a boiling ocean
David Redpath 