ISIS of CRISIS
It now seems
so very long ago
I travelled
that tempestuous path
blessed by the wrath
of a jealous Osiris
that led to Har Məgīddō
where I first met Isis
the serene queen
of my karmic crisis
torn from a dream
at the frenzied height
of a broken séance
There at the Mirage Oasis
she laid in wait
bare naked
her voluptuous form
born of the Nile
Greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile …
“Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?”
In a former life
One of chaos and disorder
Through a cosmic haze
Of bloodshed and strife
I well remember
A pilgrimage metaphysical
Seeking wisdom ancient
And knowledge mystical
From a secret agent
By the mythical code name
Brainwave Alpha
“First … you need learn how to fly,
if indeed, you wish to kiss the sky.”
complete within itself
the truth is simple
creation a kaleidoscope
exponential by nature
and endlessly ample
reality is a prism
for many a prison
in a wasteland of oppression
for some a revelation
given a sweet taste
of heavenly amplification
“Whoever shuts their ears to the cry of the
poor will also cry out and not be answered.”
~ King David
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
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,
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 💃❤️
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David Redpath 