“Keep on walking!”
I saw a werewolf
with a hymn book in his hand
prowling around
sniffing the ground
from Jonestown to Gaza
He’s that well manicured gent
Some say he’s heaven sent
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 oblivion, again
… Ooh Ahh
A sanctimonious
dish licker
House trained
ordained
and chained to a gang
That rock ‘n’ roll spider
High Keeper
of the sacred
indiscriminate
Cookie Cutter
a most common
denominator
The bottom feeder
from an archaic crypt
fit for a counterfeit
An omega predator
and an alpha hypocrite
Hunting little tiger
Out for a bite
Stalking the night
Keep an eye on your son
Best lock up you daughter
Werewolves of religion
deviants of Christendom
peddling science fiction
from some dead
and buried author
with fantasies of flight
aboard a dianetic cruise
Like a Tom on heat
with the romcon blues
a diffuser of confusion
defusing the light
Preaching in part
yet with every action
and reaction
denying the total sum
of Kingdom come
Out of his right mind
by the hand of slight
out of plain sight
the highly refined
and cultured lupine
beguiling the gullible
Absurding the improbable
Packaging and marketing
the celestial sublime
If you don’t own the patent
… isn’t that a crime?
Like ringing the bell
knocking the door
and talking the hell
Taking alms from the poor
to feed the big empty
with the hunger pangs
of a miscreant zombie
The beast of Pharisee yeast
and Hollywood celebrity
… baring his fangs
I saw a werewolf
smoking a cuban cigar
whilst howling at the moon
to the tune of ‘Instant Karma’
I saw a werewolf
at Club Nirvana
dancing with Che Guevara
doing the Werewolves of Martyrdom
I saw, for sure, a werewolf
you could tell by his fruit
Like wearing an Armani suit
blessing the troops at Armaggedon
His hair was perfect
Like John Travolta
in ‘Saturday Night Fever’
… Ooh Ahh
Of broken paradiso promises
within the thin air of despair
a multitude of barking voices
Don’t be sheep skinned
Mauled by superstition
Bludgeoned by religion
Don’t allow a rabid wolf
to stand between you
and the ever loving truth
The insanity of humanity
hell bent and torn in half
Bent over some, or other,
always another, golden calf
My empirical proof of truth;
Does it deliver true freedom
… or destruction, bondage,
and divisive division?
A question in the seeking
For before the Sun arises
there is, with certainty,
… a Full Moon coming
~ david redpath (c) 2018
Highwaybloggery.com
Inspired by the lyrics
of Warren Zevon
Photography:
Mark Clarebrough (c) 2018
PhotoArt: David Redpath
I’m thankful I’ve made it through the shitshow (with the help of great Love, no doubt) to be able to laugh at this, particularly at,
“The beast of Pharisee yeast and Hollywood celebrity”…
But the sad reality is that so many make themselves prey to werewolves and prosperity gospel. Number one to observe with prayer is whether the love displayed is accompanied by true humility, and tested. Thank you, David.
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Yes, when it comes to
the Spirit true ,
there is no faking it.
Thanks for reading
… and sharing.
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Powerful rendering of the follies of humankind.
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Thanks, Rosaliene.
Plenty of folly to keep me busy.
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Incredible! ~Kim
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Thanks Kim.
I just report what I see.
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Trouble with werewolves is that for everyone slain another two emerge!
Hard hitting writing.
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Thanks Chris … On this,
we’re on the same Jimmy Page.
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Ha, ha!
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Reblogged this on David Redpath.
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This is hard hitting. So many beautiful men and women disguised a werewolves not revealing their intention but the misdeed. Very well penned
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Thank you very much, Shantanu.
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My pleasure
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Once again, fine reporting on the state of things. I think my new greeting shall be “Hello, nice to meet you, what is your agenda?” Just to save me some time.
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Yes, beware the agenda.
Always return a soul bender
straight back to sender.
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As always your social commentary has a lot of substance but it’s the style that really stood out for me in this piece. I didn’t want it to end. Exhilarating stuff.
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From televangelists galore
to JWs knocking at the door
from the e-meter in Mother Hubbard’s cubbard
to Egyptian hieroglyphs uncovered
from a Smith’s spy glass
to Smallville actress applying a brand on the ass
The werewolves are no longer just in London anymore
but in cities, towns and countries galore
According to Christ’s “Vicar”, there is no Hell
Jesus’ words on the subject a delusional spell
There’s a full moon rising
Star treks are enterprising
There’s Darth Vader and the Force
that’s become the new religion of course
Lycanthropy has now spread far and wide
nowhere for the merely human to hide
The hymn now sung has become a growling howl
and a painted face hides a wolfish scowl
Howl too long and may the hoarse be with you
for in space they say no one can hear you scream
but relax it may just be a Matrix dream
as reality comes apart at the seam.
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Chris … Ooh Ahh !
I’m lycan your written’
You’ve met the werewolf then?
Always scratching at the door,
with hair like Elizabeth Taylor.
You better stay away from him,
he’ll rip your soul out, Jim.
Then move in & trash your trailer.
Thanks for your insights
on fashionable theology.
Some things never change
The word returns not void.
And unlike a full moon fiend
under a vampiric sway
… the Truth is Immutable.
No need for a populist apology.
Heaven and Earth may pass away,
but . . .
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… His words shall not pass away.
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Don’t allow a rabid wolf
to stand between you
and the ever loving truth
The insanity of humanity
I like how your words flow, is it called meter? Or cadence? I don’t know, I just like saying the words in my mind. You have other examples using the sounds of the words with power as well. Thank you for the likes and for following me!
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Thanks James.
I just like to go
with the flow,
standing at the open door.
Sometimes I hear a whisper
and then the roar …
too much to remember.
Never forgetting
who I am writing for.
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phenomenal David. Grew up in the South, bible belt country and have seen all of the pay me to pray while I prey on your faith to fuel my limo preachers, and touchy-feely on the little boys gang. One of the most vile group of villains to walk the earth
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