I must admit
that I was rather upset
and even a little bit jealous
when Buffy the Vampire Slayer
walked down the aisle with Angelus
Tag: Art
The Crossroads
I beg your pardon!
That’s a conversation
that never happened
Like Dylan
at the crossroads
selling his soul to the devil
for a musical bargain
The Heart of Fire
——FROM THE NARRATIVE OF DAVID REDPATH——
A Genuine Imitation
of The Real Thing x 3
~ A Michael Multiplication
Just One Drop
JUST ONE DROP
Just one drop
that falls not
That never fails
in erasing all fault
A death
that brings life
One for all
with the serenity
of a friendly voice
I hear the call
Always a choice
to steer your vessel
on a heavenly course
Words of wisdom
the truth to tell
One drop of love
that doesn’t fall
and never fails
Just one drop
of grace divine
suspended . . .
in the fullness of time
No silent witness
to a world of crime
A door is wide open
as the Word
has been spoken
throughout the expanse
of infinite space
One drop of hope
for this human race
Just one drop …
more than enough
Words & Artwork:
~ David B. Redpath © 2018-19
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Dali Calling
Or … the Salvador dialling?
‘Lobster Phone’ ~ by Salvador Dali
Must be Dali calling !?
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
don’t text it to the exit
like some Brexit
lost in transit
with Boris in the forest
So therefore go forth
and Sexit up …
if you really must
Larrakia
Sailing High in Creation
Riding the bounds
Sailing high in creation
Things that astound
on the wing
in the deep
and under the ground
Yet consciousness
hard up against the glass
of this broken existence
Confiscated by the State
as a piece of degenerate art
then sold as a slave
to the black market of fate
I made the big break
for the heights of Montmartre
A spirited defence
yet only token the resistance
at the cutting edge
of forsaken circumstance
David Redpath 