To know what Love is
with just a glimpse
through a distant door
ever so slightly ajar
That scent of life’s fullness
floating in the air
with the allure
of joyful abundance
and so much more
beyond the broken schemes
and forsaken dreams
littering an unswept floor
with things never spoken
this side of a shadow curtain
Tag: Faith
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?”
The Doors of Deception
Six long weeks
roaming the dry crust
of a sun burnt wilderness
Nothing but rocks
and red dust
The hot desert winds
that flay the skin
… now murmuring
with words broken
of souls lost and forsaken
Perhaps it’s far better
upon this alien terrain
I finally surrender
the haunted trauma
I’ve tried in vain
to never remember?
Suivre Le Fleuve
The emergency room
in my dream hospital
is well stocked
with state of the art
pharmaceuticals
and strange alien devices
that light up
with the slightest touch
From a distance
“Suivre le fleuve …”
in the gentlest of voices
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?
Summer Seeking
Prior to Heatwave Cerberus 🙏🥵
Summer seeking
somewhere
over the horizon
under a foreign sun
These neapolitan nights
revealing northern stars
a sight so foreign
to a Down Under traveller
from where the Big Dipper
always points north
so I followed that course
leading me here to gaze
at a stranger moon
bearing scars unfamiliar
on it’s pockmarked face
Now at a loss …
the Southern Cross
even the Milky Way
seem to have somehow
all gone astray?
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?
Heterodyne
Social engineering
dressed up
in the drag
of state religion
A trick of the tail
that sting of tradition
taboos and hoodoos
male and female
two sides of the one
multifaceted coin
Far too many
a lost penny
spent in a storm
Spurned and torn
for just being born
My Word
Poetic words
Words most appealing
Words that play with you
only to leave you
hanging from the ceiling
Words of the absurd
… devoured by birds
Words deceiving
Words that may never
wish to be heard
Words most revealing
Words that leave me
… lost for words
Words with true feeling
David Redpath 