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?”
Hate is the drug Divisive religion The delivery system Mainlined directly Into the arm Of fervent tribalism Only a matter of time Till the Great AI Computates an equation That puts a final end To mankind’s inhumane Modus operandi Toward his fellow man Thusly terminating A destructive algorithm
~ David B. Redpath © 2023
“Beloved, let us [unselfishly] love and
seek the best for one another, for love
is from God; and everyone who loves
[others] is born of God and knows God
[through personal experience]. The one
who does not love has not become
acquainted with God [does not and
never did know Him], for God is love.”
~John the Evangelist amplified, The Book 📖
Six long weeks
roaming the dry crust
of a sun burnt wilderness
Nothing but rocks
and red dust
The hot desert winds
that flay the skin
… now murmuring
with words broken
of souls lost and forsaken
Perhaps it’s far better
upon this alien terrain
I finally surrender
the haunted trauma
I’ve tried in vain
to never remember?
A team of eminent archaeologists
from the University of Vladivostok
digging away in Scotland (in order
to avoid Putin’s draft … no doubt)
have recently unearthed a cache of
documents and artifacts pertaining to
a certain eleventh century Scottish
Lord, Bruce de Redpath.
The inescapable implications, and
the inevitable conclusion to be
drawn from these ground breaking
archaeological discoveries, are truly
earth shattering as they irrefutably
confirm the coronation of this
Scottish nobleman as the undisputed
King of Anglo-Saxon England on
the 19th day of October, 1066.
Evidently, in the aftermath of King
Harold’s death at the Battle of Hastings,
the remaining English Lords huddled
away in London turned to a Scotsman
to fend off Duke William of Normandy
(a.k.a. “William the Bastard” to his
few friends, and “Stormin’ Norman”
to his many enemies).
A Crack In The Windscreen The sad tail of a poor boy who ran out of fuel on the way to the airport. Thankfully we all managed to catch our flight ✈️
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Down to sleep
their souls to keep
vulnerable
innocent and meek
Somewhere
below life’s glitter
pure evil seeps
from a broken gutter
grim trauma to reap
Innocence shattered
beyond all hope
as mothers weep
Watch out now
Take care
Beware
Given enough rope
all things dark
and fearful
… into the deep
Well, the neighborhood bully
he’s just one man
His enemies say he’s on their land
They got him outnumbered
about a million to one
He got no place to escape to
no place to run
He’s the neighborhood bully
David Redpath 