Faithfulness
through the wilderness
Climbing a mountain
of passion burning
from just a single spark
The pure fragrance
of holy incense
Your sacred presence
in the deepest dark
throughout the longest night
In the shadow
of your wings
I find peace sublime
Celestial rest in the midst
of an endless cosmic fight
‘The Game Changer’
~ by david b. redpath © 2018
The Nature of the game
Dissolving riches ?
Fleeting fame ?
Mad dogs barking
Angels falling
A world for you to tame
‘Eve upon the sleeve … ‘
~ by david b. redpath © 2018
A Rocky Horror Show
That uncle weirdo
with the wild gomez eyes
of an escapee from Gitmo
he seems ill-suited
for lurching down
the red carpet
like the cousin itt of emo
Wearing that pugsley grin
and his “niece”
the lingerie model
all wafer thin
hanging off his tuxedo
A hideout for the Thing
somewhere below the elbow
That underhanded fiend
and four fingered gizmo
His girl wednesday to friday
Uncle Fester and Morticia
all now smiling for the cameras
like life size replicas
putting on a rocky horror show
Has this forever been
an Addams Family movie scene?
Produced & Directed
… by A. Quasimodo
~ david redpath © 2018
‘…on the Eve of Destruction’
~ by david b. redpath © 2018
The flat screen
a most unwholly edifice
to a download scene
of gratuitous violence
Remote and depressed
that button of silence
Disorder is depleting
the span of my attention
Always fleeting
Consciousness
breaking the surface
The high road taken
past a world of distraction
to the fields
of contemplation
With little Miss Daisy
driving me
all the way
to satisfaction
In gratitude
for creation’s magnitude
I find happiness
beyond imagination
~ david redpath © 2018
Please excuse my little miss
spelling. Holy accidental !
Artwork:
‘The Forest at Fountainbleau’
~ by Henri Matisse
Transgressions
and bad decisions
Live by the sword
in deed and word
ultimate death
the final reward
Whether or not
to the voices
of their subjects
they ever listen
Rulers always
to be subjected
to the admonition
of the Prophets
And to harken
Transgressions
and bad decisions
ascending
upon the wings
of angels fallen
Yet to the souls
of those still living
the loving face
of forgiving grace
forever shining
is ever calling
The Royal Commission
of one good decision
with purpose
The promise
of a new beginning
never ending
Yes, the pen is mightier
than the sword.
And the ink of the scholar
it is holier
than the blood of the martyr.
With blood, sweat, and tears,
in hope, faith, and love,
we are but reflections …
expressions of a reality
much higher.
~ david redpath
Artwork:’Survey No.2′
~ by david redpath © 2018
Yes, I am angry
at the way we treat
this planet
and our fellow man
throughout
our sorry history
Yes, I am angry
like punk rock on stage
Like teenage rage
at the machine of this age
The capitalist extreme
playing the trump card obscene
Turning the tables
Burning the pages
of your judgements
turned upon a dime
Convicted
by your very own crime
David Redpath 