Toads a’ croaking
The sugarcane high
Fools rushing in
Where angels fear to fly
Doors broken
Blown open
Eucalyptus trees
Thrown asunder
In the white hot thunder
Of a cyclonic breeze
Tag: Art
Mother Ethiopia
Mother Ethiopia ~ by David B. Redpath
(pix-elation) © 2022
“Religion that God our Father accepts
as pure and faultless is this:
to look after orphans and widows
in their distress and to keep oneself
from being polluted by the world.”
~ Book of James
Utopia
Utopia ~ by David B. Redpath
(acrylic on canvas) © 2018-2022
“Man is born free, and
everywhere he is in chains.
Those who think themselves
the masters of others are indeed
greater slaves than they.”
“I prefer liberty with danger
than peace with slavery.”
“No man has any natural authority
over his fellow men.”
“Everything is good as it comes
from the hands of the Maker of
the world, but degenerates once
it gets into the hands of man.”
“I perceive God everywhere
in His works. I sense Him in me;
I see Him all around me.”
“Falsehood has an infinity
of combinations, but truth has
only one mode of being.”
“What wisdom can you find
greater than kindness?”
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
The Diamond Creek Dogs
The Omega Man
The Placebo Diaries (4)
D.R.;
After a fatal incision
of self infliction
I attended the autopsy
of humanity high on LSD
It was a questionable decision
. . . but that’s just me
The event was well advertised;
“Come witness the Mystery and
Rebellion at the World Famous
⭐ CARNIVAL of CARNALITY ⭐
~ Where The Flesh Is Weak
And The Clowns Are Hungry!”
The Placebo Diaries (3)
Las Meninas Placebos
that sacred place
at the crossroads of existence
where piece by piece
Pablo disassembled his muses
upon a wafer of painted canvas
a sculptured vivisection
a patchwork of stained-glass
the transubstantiation
of a new wine frozen in time
the sacrament of broken flesh
a surgeon’s scalpel
the artist’s brush
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
Grasping flames
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?”
Master Racism
I followed the money trail
That sap laden root of evil
Through the land of Mordor
To the heights of Mount Doom
Only to discover
Under a shadow of gloom
The dark arts of Sauron
Veiled behind the illusion
Of a philanthropic institution
Euphemistically referred to as
A reproductive health foundation
War on Drugs
For Those Missing In Reaction
In the darkest of jungles
I’ve hunted & collected
black market creatures
spawned from the crooked deals
of the well healed and concealed
criminal classes
riding high with Pablo & Carlos
in an altered cosmos
where the likes of Escobar
is some kind of super star
and heartbroken mothers
are left to clean up the mess
forever counting the cost
David Redpath 