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?
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?
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
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
God … the ultimate Artist
The supreme Scientist
The intimate presence within
and throughout this existence
Regenesis … poetry in motion
Is she masculine
or is he feminine?
Is the answer
beyond our understanding?
Are we just avatars
in a game of actual reality
Is this life
an artistic documentary
viewed through
all the agony
and the ecstasy
the triumph and the tragedy?
Have we truly
been given a free hand
by the Artisan Grand
upon the canvas of eternity?
Or are we just
rats in a laboratory?
A collection of quarks
traversing the dark?
Mere particles within
the part and parcel
of subatomic intricacy?
An infinitesimal spark
in a dimension mechanical?
Speaking of relativity
where is the power and the glory?
A perpetual quantum
crunching the numbers
in some mindless continuum
Is that the universal story?
The contradiction
within creation
a perpetual balancing act
with the disharmony
of destruction
That spark of oblivion
as sharp as a knife
From every dimension
in every direction
a never ending question
Salvador Dali whispering
. . . “Everything
that is contradictory
creates life.”
Conformity is death
Imperfection breeding strife
Continue reading “Contra Versia”
For the children
of a grand delusion
forever dreaming
For those hurting
through all the pain
and the loathing
who fell chasing
a dragon’s tail
The glittering gift
of a burnt offering
four sheets to the wind
under the full sail
of a fevered imagination
“Just keep on walking!”
I saw a werewolf
with a hymn book in his hand
prowling around
as he sniffed the ground
from Jonestown to Gaza
He’s that well manicured gent
some say he is heaven sent
Huh, I’d like to meet his tailor
You can hear him howling
on your television set
Better not turn it on
Little old lady got bitten
late last night
Werewolves of religion again
. . . Ooh Ahh
Can you hear
a whisper in the air
with that certain scent
the serene accent
of a reality much higher ?
Like the clockwork
of a Wagnerian concert
upon a flow of celestial power
Do you have an ear to hear?
When it comes down
to the state of your heart
. . . do you even care?
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Dear Children . . .
to the best of the worst
or the worst of the best?
Do you really have a choice?
Was that tarot card marked
and the ballot fixed
long before your birth?
David Redpath 