The Road to Somewhere

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On the road to somewhere
The Hymn of the Plagiarist
without a prayer
ringing in my ear
The fast lane driving
a lad insane
criss-crossing creation
a consuming passion
with bad seed love
lost down the drain
Seeking empathy
in the heat of street poetry
venting out from some
mental health facility
A stolen generation
marginalised and
criminalised
by the vagaries
of prohibition
The high life chasing
upon the tail of a dragon
Dead fingers touch typing
whilst couch surfing
on digital cocaine
In the straw hut
with a kava chant
before the hunt
for a tower of flame
The past a real blast
or just a story
I tell myself ?
But I must ask the question
… Where am I now?

Just another stray
gone missing
under an alien sun
A myriad of roads
glistening
A delirious minor
following in the footsteps
of the transient
and the mysterious
Tom Major
A mind left behind
orbiting planets distant
Yet by the prayers
of a loving mother
and guardians angelic
I was led
to the waters of wonder
along pathways ancient
Set before me
the infinite future
The big picture
glimpsed clearer
from much higher
Even from under
a jackboot of trouble
Yes, there is
a colossal diabolical
hell of a mess
But there is also
even more so
a big time
heavenly salvager
The good news
always free to choose
So I ask the question
… Where to now?

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Just One Drop

A drop
that doesn’t fall
That arises
One for all
A death
that brings life
Just one drop
more than enough
In the silence
a friendly voice
I hear the call
Always a choice
Words of truth
that never fail
A drop of love
that doesn’t fall

Just one drop
of grace divine
suspended . . .
in the fullness of time
A door open
the word spoken
No witness silent
to a world of crime
Throughout the expanse
of infinite space
one drop of hope
for this human race

Words & Artwork:
~ david redpath © 2018

Where Beauty Resides

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Where Beauty Resides

The bells of liberty
by your stockings rung
The deepest restraints
in my hands … undone
Like a flake of snow
your sacrament melting
upon my thirsting tongue
Quenched in the ocean
of love’s perfection
To ride the high tide
of hard won freedom
Yet, I’m a captive slave
to your will being done
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Tower of Babel 2.0

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Sometimes I nap
snuggled up
to the screen
perchance to dream
downloading
the latest app
from Mother Machine
Like dancing
with no body
when fully jacked in
And though the birds
are outside singing
the bluetooth in my ear
keeps on biting
A great glob
of reblogging
and visions foreboding
of graveyard robbery
Amid the ghosts
of a million posts
haunted by the screams
of advertising streams
flooding this highway
of bloggery
To have
or have not?
To block
or have the lot
My cyber kingdom
to come
I am
the social medium

Prompt me
and you’ll get
a reaction
Yet battery
depleted
and all my entries
deleted
Lacking inspiration
Climbing mountains of trivia
to find hidden treasures
wearing just my pyjamas
Getting no satisfaction
in the cradle
of post civilisation
Could I handle
another book review
longer than the book?!
( I swear it’s true.)
Am I following
or being followed
by a social rabble
to the brand new
Tower of Babel?
No need for sandals
I can barefoot
across a desert
of broken hearts
laid bare
on algorithmic gravel
The poets
the dreamers
the bullies
and vandals
To sign out
or throw in my lot?
I am
the social me-diot

Is there
a grand plan?
Perhaps a new
and improved
upgraded
kind of man?
In the meantime
I skim … I scan
I link
Therefore I am
I swim
in an ocean of spam
I do not dive
down the deep end
I don’t stop
to think
before I send
Beware the bot
The illusion
of airbrushed
perfection
to show me
what’s hot
I need to follow
to be told
what’s what
Don’t hold back
My reply
will be instant
and immediate
So please please
like a lot
Just my keyboard
and me
on a spree
late into the night
downloading a riot
Streaking across
the firmament
of you favourite site
Uploading with
encrypted kryptonite
the Host with the most
For I long to be
the Saviour of all posts
the Anti Social
… Social Meteorite

Words & Image:
~ david redpath © 2018

A Poetic Warning

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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

Pitiful Me

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Collecting sincerities
like get well cards
after a multitude
of cosmetic surgeries
With the deepest
heartfelt sympathies
a matter of my
private insecurities
Poor poor pitiful me
My lover likes
to make love
late in the evening
till well past three
With abandoned glee
I prefer
to make love with her
in the morning
after a strong cup of tea
It would seem in between
I need to be resting
… seriously
This is why I must try
to keep on breathing
Lord have mercy
on poor poor pitiful me
~ anon

PhotoArt:
david redpath © 2018