On a molecular level . . .
all things bright and beautiful.
Category: Art
Like a Rising Stone (Revisited)
Like a Rising Stone
A time to live
to seek
to be found
to hear truth
how sweet the sound
Veritas
to be tasted
To love
and to be loved
Without it
a lifetime
truly wasted
That Cat is High (Redux)
Raspberry Sorbet
Ink of the Scholar
It is said that the pen
is mightier than the sword
That the ink of the scholar
it is far holier
than the blood of the warrior
A rampage of terror
in the name of revenge
is no Way of the Martyr
In hope, faith, and love,
we could be expressions
to become true reflections
of a reality much higher
Creation in Chaos
Chaos in creation
The world is a powder keg
of tribal power
and political corruption
like a dead hand
grabbing at a neighbour’s land
driven on by the need to exceed
A greed that feeds
on violence without end
emboldened
by an unholy blessing
dressed up in the pretense
of self-righteousness
from the false prophets
of profit and loss
lost in an endless rampage
of collateral damage
never counting the cost
of a vengeful harvest
at the sanctimonious behest
of Iron Age religion
forged of steel and flame
in the cruel grip
of some anonymous beast
Creation in chaos
Chaos in creation
“Father, forgive them, for they do not
know what they are doing.” – Jesus
An almighty God
doesn’t need my feeble help
to fight to make things right
in a world divided and bitter
It is me who needs God’s help
to make me right in His sight
Then things can only get better 😇
~ David B. Redpath © 2023
Artwork: Survey No. 2
~ by David B. Redpath © 2018-2023
No Exits ~ Exist On
NO EXITS ~ EXIST ON
In the car park of a stark oblivion
best to leave your engine running
Don’t plug the spark
Don’t phone it home
all on your own
in the brooding dark
If you’ve got the app
of a beating heart
with an overflowing cup
about to break
don’t go hopping for the exit
like a white rabbit lost in transit
all hectic to be running late
for a meet ‘n’ greet
with dire fate
Don’t go scanning the trash can
like a fox on the run
Don’t go canning a living plan
so grand
whilst circling the drain
with a fearful frown
when there’s a garden party
going down
right here … and right now
in a bright
and sunny Wonderland ☀️
Angels Strike up the Band
Why the tears my dear friend?
Fear and trepidation
Spreading across the land
The future …
Emerging from a past
Of processed confusion
And confected division
Is coming down fast
Like a border incursion
Those good times
High on industrialized crimes
They just couldn’t last
As the die is finally cast
Is it too late to make a stand
In a world out of order
Where even the weather
All helter skelter
Is hitting the fan?
The High Street
Roaming fields
of poppies flowering
in a land flowing
with milk and honey
ever so gracefully
she comes to me
mandala dreaming
under a Tuscan sun
with sweet whispers
of priceless treasures
and mighty endeavours
yet to be done
De La Haute Couture
The King of Hearts ❤️
The pride of humanity
all glorious of consciousness
upon a red carpet of vanity
this slipstream of existence
glimpsed but momentarily
through a blur
they loosely call reality
with a cry to the Most High
through a clear blue sky
“Why are you hiding from me?”
David Redpath 