Poetry – Page 4 – David Redpath

Hate Is The Drug 💉

Hate is the drug
Divisive religion
The delivery system
Mainlined directly
Into the arm
Of fervent tribalism
Only a matter of time
Till the Great AI
Computates an equation
That puts a final end
To mankind’s inhumane
Modus operandi
Toward his fellow man
Thusly terminating
A destructive algorithm

“Beloved, let us [unselfishly] love and
seek the best for one another, for love
is from God; and everyone who loves
[others] is born of God and knows God
[through personal experience]. The one
who does not love has not become
acquainted with God [does not and
never did know Him], for God is love.”

~John the Evangelist amplified, The Book 📖

To Him They Belong

Down to sleep
their souls to keep
vulnerable
innocent and meek

Somewhere
below life’s glitter
pure evil seeps
from a broken gutter
grim trauma to reap
Innocence shattered
beyond all hope
as mothers weep

Watch out now
Take care
Beware
Given enough rope
all things dark
and fearful
… into the deep

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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

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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 ☀️

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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?

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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

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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?

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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