The Tyrannosaurus Rex
of all fearsomeness
that tyrant lizard king
turned out to be
nothing but a mouse
Had no one else noticed
that parking ticket
on the windscreen
of a hearse driving past?
Had it been waiting for me
having a soul illegally parked
and so obviously unroadworthy?
An infringement notice
with the lot
along with all the evidence
had disappeared without a trace
the delights of shallowness
the dangers of depth
the bottom of every day
is cruel
voyages of love
overhead
(+) whispers float and secrets sink
~ Multiple Michael
In a time before time
high I was taken
to the summit
of a holy mountain
and watched as the future
marched past in procession
The whole of creation
high on celestial power
singing in celebration
Glory sparkled in the air
vibrating with divine passion
In the midnight hour
I now pray to heaven
that one fine day
… it will finally happen
… and Glam Rock Saviour
of a child playing
with wildfire rebellion
as the croupier of sin
deals him in
to a game even the dead
can never win
Body and spirit
within the echo of a scream
caught in the tangled web
of a deceptive dream
swiftly twisting
the taste of sweet venom
from the acrid smoke rising
over a wasteland
of wandering souls
where a toxic river flows
into a boiling ocean
Blessed are the peacemakers …
“When I despair, I remember that
all through history the way of truth
and love have always won. There
have been tyrants and murderers,
and for a time, they can seem
invincible, but in the end, they
always fall. Think of it … always.”
~ Mahatma Gandhi
Gloria the Head Huntress
and mud wrestler of splendour
forever in my thoughts
in her XL sized spandex dress
We first met
at the Double D Sports Bar
down by the railroad tracks
on the outskirts of Placebo Town
an art installation
in the middle of nowhere
floating
in a sea of nothing
CREATION
Social engineering
dressed up
in the drag
of state religion
A trick of the tail
that sting of tradition
taboos and hoodoos
male and female
two sides of the one
multifaceted coin
Far too many
a lost penny
spent in a storm
Spurned and torn
for just being born
Evil conspires
That’s what evil
does the best
mixing a little piece
of veritas
with a whole lotta lies
It was a conspiracy
that put Jesus Christ
to death
up on the cross
A religious plot
that was then
blown apart
and thrown back
in the Devil’s face
Patience is a virtue
as Evil will continue
to scheme and conspire
often with a dangerous mix
of religion and power
but inevitably
all conspiracies backfire
Eventually the devious
will pay a heavy price
for misleading the gullible
Like an election
in a two horse race
providing the illusion
of you having a choice
only to herald in
a rising tide of trouble
David Redpath 