Un Aïllament Propi Autoaislamiento
Un Aïllament Propi Un Aïllament Propi Placebo Town (revisited)
Is Love
just another
four letter word
given a death sentence?
Is the weight of Hate
greater than a feather?
With Anubis guarding
a mythical entrance
to a heavenly existence?
You’ll need to travel light
if you wish to transcend
beyond the broken ground
of this forsaken Placebo Town
———DAVID REDPATH———
Happy Saint David’s Day
to all the wee Welsh folk.
… San Dafydd Hapus 🏴
Vexatious Rex
Vexatious
The Precursor
The Seamstress
The Seamstress
in a state of distress
Her beautiful dress
delivered all disheveled
to the wrong person
at the wrong address
The Persistence
“I saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked, dragging themselves
through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix.”
~ Allen Ginsberg
THE PERSISTENCE
The gleaning
seeking fallen fruit
after the harvesting
Neither sowing small
nor reaping big
The art of just surviving
Street wise shaded eyes
failing to disguise
a festering fever
of hidden trauma
Is this life but a test?
A trial by unholy fire?
Upon a Dragon’s Breath
Upon a Dragon’s Breath
(and the Persistence of Grace)
This existence
an enigma
A never ending search
for perfection
all wrapped up
in a shroud of destruction
From a mirror shattered
humanity’s bloodied
and battered reflection
Like a Rising Stone
Like a Rising Stone
A time for life
to seek
to be found
to feel
to be touched
to hear truth
how sweet the sound
to taste goodness
goodness to be tasted
To love
and to be loved
Without the Divine
a lifetime
truly wasted
David Redpath 