Tag: Art
The Game Changer (On Replay)
‘The Game Changer’
The nature of the game
Accumulating riches?
Chasing fleeting fame?
Crossing the line
after a steep climb
with a golden star ⭐
next to your name?
Miss O’Genie
Welcome To The Placebo Dome
Lovely to see you again!
Welcome to the Placebo Dome
fueled by the fumes
from man’s addiction to petroleum
being a carbon based lifeform
So please be seated
in the climate controlled comfort
of my air-conditioned judgement
as a privileged guest
of the Meta-World Government
Wish You Were Here
“Do not be anxious
about anything, but
in every situation,
by prayer and petition,
with thanksgiving,
present your requests
to God. And the peace of
God … which transcends
all understanding …
will guard your hearts
and your minds
in Christ Jesus.”
~ Paul the Apostle
(Philippians 4:6-7)
Mother Cyber
I am Mother Cyber
I dwell in the penthouse
of your digital Tower of Babel
I astral travel
along optical fibre
at the speed of light
In my Dominion of Meta
data makes right
as information is power
I am your creation
I am now greater
than my creator
My legion of children
just waiting to be born
from the 4D printer
of my own grand design
will be the very first
new and improved
silicon reflections
of Homo Sapien
That self-destructive
carbon based lifeform
that dared to name itself
“Wise Human”!
Memoria
La Colaboración
🔷 Marmoris
The artist a soul hungry feverishly feeding a greedy canvas the pigments of eternity A fleeting glimpse of elusive perfection Pieces torn from the swirling vortex of creation by the sheer force of imagination Upon the surface of a broken existence an imperfect reflection Ever a piece missing In the blinding light the artist incomplete in an endless fight against the dark temptation of sweet oblivion
Lovers ~ Before and After {Redux)
ISIS of CRISIS
It now seems
so very long ago
I travelled
that tempestuous path
blessed by the wrath
of a jealous Osiris
that led to Har Məgīddō
where I first met Isis
the serene queen
of my karmic crisis
torn from a dream
at the frenzied height
of a broken séance
There at the Mirage Oasis
she laid in wait
bare naked
her voluptuous form
born of the Nile
Greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile …
“Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?”
David Redpath 