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
Tag: Art
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
The Ancient Paths
Walking the ancient paths
of my forefathers
from a favela slum
to the mountain summit
through fields of green
far beyond
the stormy weather
singing a gypsy hymn
petitioning the heavens
for a taste of that
ever loving
Kingdom to come
Never the right answer
Always the wrong question
Is Jesus Christ
the key to eternity?
After all is said and done
He’s the one
who rose from the dead
Maybe . . .
the baby of nativity
has been thrown out
with this world’s
dirty bathwater?
The Placebo Diaries (8)
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
David Redpath 