Tag: Art
DAVID’S STAR 2024
“Whoever shuts their ears to the cry of the
poor will also cry out and not be answered.”
~ King David
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
The Wreath Bearer
Beware the wreath bearer
All imperious and global
Religious and tribal
Upon a fatwa of murder
A binge of unbridled revenge
Piled upon the funeral pyre
Of a fire that never ends
The Love Force
How can an intrepid Galactic Republic
emissary, suspected of being a Pfizer
messenger of ribonucleic acid, get
those midichlorian antibodies past
the Trade Federation blockade?
A benign midichlorian, but you really
don’t wanna get on it’s dark side,
Frida and Me 💃😎
First it was the Mexican painter, Diego Rivera.
Whilst she drew breath, Diego
Rivera
was the love of Frida Kahlo’s life 💞
So much so, they got married twice✌️
But Diego couldn’t keep his hands off Frida’s younger sister, Christina ✋🤚 So, whilst Diego and Christina 🎨🖌️ painted frescoes together, Frida did a fandango on her toes and danced out the door seeking a better lover 💃❤️
Continue reading “Frida and Me 💃😎”Empathogenesis
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?”
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