Art – Page 7 – David Redpath

The Broken Hallelujah

For the Loving
the Loathing
and the target
who never stops moving
For all the hurt who fell
chasing their own tail
through a reflection glistening
Four sheets to the wind
and under the full sail
of a fevered imagination

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An Allegory . . .

‘An Allegory with Venus and Time’
… by Giovanni Battista Tiepolo

Meanwhile …
here on Planet Earth
A feline on the prowl
to the beat on the street
of an Allen Ginsberg howl
The walk, the talk, to stalk
To click the mouse
of an indiscreet meet and greet
Then hiss the growl
with some lone wolf
of nondescript sandwich meat
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A Poetic Warning

A Poetic Warning

I remember
In a former life,
a time of bloodshed
and strife,
seeking the keys
to chaos and disorder
Wisdom ancient
and mystical knowledge
from the secret agent
up for sale
to the highest bidder
Brainwaves alpha
A flash of white light
and the clap of thunder
Had the drifter finally
landed upon a winner?

But just then,
Bob Dylan came
blowing his harmonica
in a psychedelic whirlwind,
tapping me on the shoulder,
singing a poetic warning;

“With a time rusted
compass blade
Aladdin and his lamp
sits with Utopian hermit monks
side saddle on the Golden Calf
And on their promises
of paradise
you will not hear a laugh
All except
inside the Gates of Eden”

~ by david redpath

Quote From ‘Gates of Eden’
~ by Bob Dylan

Artwork: ‘Beyond the Horizon’
~ by david redpath © 2018

Two Kinds! Too Kind?

There are two kinds of people.
Those who are forever postulating
that there are two kinds of people.
And those that …

Judgement is a prerogative divine.
The reserve of He who weighs the
hearts and minds
… of all kinds of people.

Words & Image:
~ by david redpath © 2018

Watercolour
~ by Salvador Dali

The Game Changer

‘The Game Changer’
~ by david b. redpath © 2018

The Nature of the game
Dissolving riches ?
Fleeting fame ?
Mad dogs barking
Angels falling
A world for you to tame

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A Rocky Horror Show

A Rocky Horror Show

That uncle weirdo
with the wild gomez eyes
of an escapee from Gitmo
he seems ill-suited
for lurching down
the red carpet
like the cousin itt of emo
Wearing that pugsley grin
and his “niece”
the lingerie model
all wafer thin
hanging off his tuxedo
A hideout for the Thing
somewhere below the elbow
That underhanded fiend
and four fingered gizmo
His girl wednesday to friday
Uncle Fester and Morticia
all now smiling for the cameras
like life size replicas
putting on a rocky horror show
Has this forever been
an Addams Family movie scene?
Produced & Directed
… by A. Quasimodo