Six long weeks
roaming the dry crust
of a sun burnt wilderness
Nothing but rocks
and red dust
The hot desert wind
that flays the skin
now murmuring
with words broken
of souls lost and forsaken
Perhaps it’s far better
upon this alien terrain
I finally surrender
to the haunting trauma
I’ve tried in vain
to never remember?
“If you tremble with indignation at
every injustice then you are a comrade
of mine.”~ Ernesto Che Guevara
At long last
I’ve seen the past
and much like the future
it was murder
Since the beginning
of forever
brother Cain came
with low blows
to impose
a new world order
I thank Christ
some had time to grasp
the hand at task
For chaos never stops
to count the cost
But I blame myself
for a world of mayhem
and uncivilised disorder
ever since the canonization
of my dearest friend
Ernesto Che Guevara
Earth to Mars
My husband
is again missing
deep in cyber space
He was last seen
orbiting Mars
whilst writing a poem
Does Elon Musk know
that my X Man
Captain Lex Icon
got there first?
Now I’ve lost all trace!
INFLAMED by abstractions DIVISIONS are FESTERING along tribal fault lines in the land of the Grand Old Proposition raising the Cain of entitlement versus obligation Upon the field of play the clashing of rights . . . and wrongs is deafening as malice is enticed with a free pardon Cowardice holds it's breath praying for one last roll of the dice now that Holy Conspiracy has become the new religion of an exiled generation
‘The Game Changer’
The nature of the game
Accumulating riches?
Chasing fleeting fame?
Crossing the line
after a steep climb
with a golden star ⭐
next to your name?
Like a Rising Stone
A time to live
to seek
to be found
to hear truth
how sweet the sound
Veritas
to be tasted
To love
and to be loved
Without it
a lifetime
truly wasted
I am Mother Cyber
I dwell in the penthouse
of your digital Tower of Babel
I astral travel
along optical fibre
at the speed of light
In my Dominion of Meta
data makes right
as information is power
I am your creation
I am now greater
than my creator
My legion of children
just waiting to be born
from the 4D printer
of my own grand design
will be the very first
new and improved
silicon reflections
of Homo Sapien
That self-destructive
carbon based lifeform
that dared to name itself
“Wise Human”!
Advice for yet another
next “New Bob Dylan”
if you wish to save
your immortal soul
and your vocal chords
from certain oblivion;
🔷 Marmoris
The artist a soul hungry feverishly feeding a greedy canvas the pigments of eternity A fleeting glimpse of elusive perfection Pieces torn from the swirling vortex of creation by the sheer force of imagination Upon the surface of a broken existence an imperfect reflection Ever a piece missing In the blinding light the artist incomplete in an endless fight against the dark temptation of sweet oblivion
David Redpath 