Citizen Zen One

Welcome. I am Citizen Zen One, of
the Collective Cyber Consciousness.
Happy to greet you😁You may make a selection from my menu below ⬇️

▢️ Arts & Crafts

[Let’s fiddle while Rome burns]

▢️ Book Reviews

[Spoiler Alert: Everyone dies]

▢️ Culture

▢️ Counterculture

[An Australian getting bored]

▢️ Horticulture [Grow your own!]

▢️ Counterhorticulture

[Flaming & Taming the Amazon]

▢️ Encounter Culture

[An American abroad]

▢️ Politics & Religion

[🚫 Trigger Warning! ]

πŸ”΄ WikiLeaks Dropbox
c/- Belmarsh Prison, U. K.

[Another Australian getting bored]

▢️ Formulaic Poetry

▢️ Messy Poetry

▢️ Lollercoaster [Comedy]

▢️ Movies & Music

▢️ New Age Stuff

[Repackaged Old Stuff]

▢️ Naughty Stuff

[Password Protected – R U old enuff?]

▢️ Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous

[ . . . and can the planet afford it?]

▢️ Food & Travel

[Have you got the money, Honey?]

▢️ Personal Stuff [Vitally important

Information on an alternate universe]

▢️ Motivational Quotations

▢️ Vague Rants

[Not to be confused … with ‘Vagrants’]

You have entered ➑️ Truth
❎ That selection is not on the Menu
πŸ”ƒ But I will conduct a search πŸ”„
and see what I can do . . . πŸ†—

Sometimes I nap
perchance to dream
snuggled up
to Mother Screen
fully jacked in
whilst downloading
the latest app offering
from Brother Machine
In this binary realm
I am becoming one
with the Meta Data
My all consuming
avatar lover

She of the thousand
megabyte stare
With her by my side
floating every thought bubble
is never any trouble
I would follow her anywhere
My dark side cyber guide

This virtual reality
is all I can see
And although outside
flowers are blooming
and the birds are singing
the bluetooth in my ear
keeps on ringing
With great globs
of reblogging
like deja vu unfolding
upon the slab
of graveyard masonry
Amid the ghosts
of a million posts
the matrix keeps recycling
humanoid cerebral waste
as the Web thrives on compost

The foreboding . . .
haunted by the screams
of advertising streams
flooding this highway
of pickled fickled dreams
with wizard memes
of cyber sorcery
With great literature
not to mention the poetry
all lit up like
a Christmas tree on LSD
screaming “Look at me!”

Ive tapped a million likes
Mostly … for myself
I’ve bought a million books
There’s no room left
upon my shelf
I’ve donated till I was broke
as I’m such a good bloke
Now … all I’ve got to say
is go fund yourself
To blog
or blog not?
To block
or have the lot?
I am the Social Me-diot

With a battery depleted
and common sense deleted
seeking hidden treasures
wearing just my pyjamas
I’ve forged rivers of tears
and climbed over
mountains of pure trivia
Without my pants
I have danced
the Bossa Nova
whilst livin’ la vida loca
all upon my comfy sofa
Barefoot I scramble
across a desert
of broken hearts
torn apart upon
algorithmic gravel
Yet I get no satisfaction
in this cradle
of post civilisation
Could I handle
another book review
longer than the book!?
(I swear that’s no fiction)
Am I following
or being followed
by a social rabble
to a brand new
Tower of Babel?

I’ve engineered an app
that will check βœ”οΈ
your spelling & punctuation.
(Phar-Q: Mind your P’s & Q’s)
But, no one is downloading!?
Yet, Facial Recognition
is rapidly becoming
the new totalitarian weapon
But I’ve got nothing to hide
since freedom of choice
and freedom of expression
is rapidly becoming
a postmodern delusion
As the Political Correctives
conduct the post-mortem
(Hard won rights
ever under threat)
Fight or flight?
I have become
comfortably numb
to that antisocial reaction
As I can sleep at night
for in my dreams I am free
knowing that CCTV
is watching over me

The poets and the dreamers
the trolls and the schemers
Is there a grand plan?
Perhaps a new and improved
upgraded kind of man
(without a planet to live on)?

I’m a son of a gun
I’ve got my computer
game face on
Super Mario is my bro
as I was suckled and weened
in the arms Donkey Kong
So now I instagram
as often as I can
And despite the corrupted
crook of data
I must compulsively
Facebook religiously
so the whole world
can take a look
I’ve posted enough
happy holiday snaps
to make even me jealous
In flowery prose
of such eloquence
I’ve spoken endlessly
of sweet loving conquests
So that Cyrano de Bergerac
now wishes he were me
And that poetically
gives me a metaphoric happy

With a soul paralysed
I’m fully proselytised
by such worldy wisdom
flashing before my third eye
All sounding much like
recycled old lies
For on the third day
I was reblogged
after being flogged
and prompted to death
I have become
Citizen Zen One
My Cyber Kingdom come
I am the Social Medium

Am I following
another narcissist
with a messiah complex
dispensing much sage advice
or a fashionable antichrist
with impassioned words
designed to entice
just to keep me
from getting bored?
I am a blogging freak
of ultra high frequency
So please nominate me
for a freaking award
as I streak across
the firmament
of your humble site
Uploaded with
encrypted kryptonite
My posts are the most
So please like a lot
For I long to be
the Superhero of bloggery
the Anti Social
… Social Meteorite

Never again
shall I submit
for now I reign
over the internet
with Big Brother Orion
the hunter & collector
of your personal data
In this pseudo social game
I have liked all that is lame
from the timid and the tame
to the totally inane
and somewhat insane
for my 15 gigabytes
of virtual fame
I skim and scan
I’ve been baptised
in a sea of spam
Upon a keyboard aflame
I link … therefore I am
The Holy Mainframe
be my server
in the cyber hereafter
Citizen Zen One
be my user name

⏺️ You terminated the program?
To Quote: “You can’t handle the truth!”
May I suggest next we interface you
perhaps enter ➑️ Truth with Love ?
I am Citizen Zen One of the Collective Cyber Conciousness.
Happy to meet you 😁
And have a nice day.

Words and Images;
~ David B. Redpath Β© 2019

“But you, Daniel, keep this prophecy
a secret; seal up the book until the
time of the end, when many will rush
here and there, and knowledge will increase.” ~ Book of Daniel

“See to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive
philosophy, which depends on human
tradition and the elemental spiritual
forces of this world rather than on
Christ.” ~ Book of Colossians

“But when the fullness of time had
come, God sent forth his Son, born
of woman, born under the law, to
redeem those who were under
the law, so that we might receive
adoption as sons. And because you
are sons, God has sent the Spirit of
his Son into our hearts, crying,
β€œAbba! Father!” So you are no longer
a slave, but a son, and if a son, then
an heir through God.”
~ Book of Galatians

142 thoughts on “Citizen Zen One”

  1. You have given smiles for miles
    You’ve caused a subliminal itch
    Hey, stay away from today’s extreme identities from the bank of spam and
    Fakebook is a fantasy world full of dreams and lies:/
    I do have to say your menu arrows had my mind gleaming with excitement. Poetry from David for days!!
    Loved this so much and especially the cherry on top!

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    1. Thank you in extremity, Stella.
      I very much appreciate your
      positive feedback πŸ’›
      To quote an Australian comedian

      “It’s comedy. So lighten the f.. k up!”
      ~Tom Gleeson

      But then again, many a true word
      spoken in jest. I had noticed much
      aggravated bitching going on in
      the WordPress universe. Just when
      blogging about ‘Truth’ was in fashion.
      So I just thought I’d jump in 😎

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      1. Absolutely my pleasure πŸ™
        So happy you overcame such
        As it holds much truth
        I loved the message
        Will be pondering it
        Wordpress is my only social media ever
        I’m glad for that
        And the poetry prose of your thoughts
        Techno melodic harmonic 🎢😊

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  2. Just as I was going to flood the already flooded blog world with another of my ‘recycled’ posts, I chanced upon your ‘truth or dare’! Dare I post now? πŸ€”
    Much truth ‘spoken in jest’.
    Thanks for showing the mirror in such an original way. I agree with Bojana, you deserve a million likes for this. 😎

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  3. A two way mirror, neither cracked nor black. Had me smiling and even laughing out loud.
    “To blog is human. To reflect and self express is divine”
    Love this ‘google earth’ big picture perspective. Always enjoy the thoughts that are posted with
    “fear & trepidation”.

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    1. You’ve calmed down my trembling
      typing hand (actually, I type with
      one finger). I thought I may be
      forced to recant & repent whilst
      thrusting my typing finger into
      the fire. Now, I can lift it higherπŸ‘†
      Thanks for the affirmate positve
      affirmation πŸ™ 😎

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    1. Usually, a swing, and a miss 😎
      As my mind palace
      is a book depository in Dallas,
      where I take pot-shots
      at Wonderland Alice.
      There’s always a keyboard troll
      lurking in the grassy knoll
      for being an armchair moralist
      is such a cheap blast.

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    1. Sorry about the faulty menu, Niki.
      Manuel, my software engineer from
      Barcelona, is a problem. I got him
      cheap after he lost his last job at
      the Fawlty Tower of Babylon.
      Apparently their entire IT system
      crashed soon after putting Manuel
      on? πŸ€”
      Many thanks for interfacing 😎

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    1. Thank you, Loujen πŸ™
      I was just loitering around
      the old WordPress corral, when
      I heard this Dylan song:
      … “There was
      a wicked messenger
      From Eli he did come
      With a mind that multiplied
      The smallest matter.”

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      1. Dear David Redpath!!when i read your long poem then i feel like a journey from north India to south India or as read a chapter of our Epics”Ramayana” or “Mahabharat.” It is too good feeling for me.

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  4. You have totally summed up the Social Media Matrix of the year 2019, David.

    Very well done.

    I forget what coloured pill it was I was supposed to swallow to escape the Matrix so I’ll have to re-read and re-read your poem instead.

    PS: On another note, isn’t Lollercoaster that popular Japanese (or was it Chinese?) made film about one of the most popular rides in an amusement park?

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      1. Chris, I suspect you’ve been
        spending too much time with
        Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun.
        Who’s known to be partial
        to a bonnie Harry Lauder song 🎢
        Although you’re not a fella that
        would throw a word away,
        You surprise me sometimes.
        That’s at all I’ve got to say 😎

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    1. I appreciate that you
      ran the entire program 😎
      Thanks for the positve feedback,
      as I do consider what I try to do
      as Avant-Art.
      Perhaps in the distant future they’ll
      be teaching that the silicon chip was
      the Missing Link in man’s evolution?

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      1. I love a sunburnt country,
        A land of sweeping plains,
        Of ragged mountain ranges,
        Of droughts and flooding rains.
        I love her far horizons,
        I love her jewel-sea,
        Her beauty and her terror –
        The wide brown land for me!

        A stark white ring-barked forest
        All tragic to the moon,
        The sapphire-misted mountains,
        The hot gold hush of noon.
        Green tangle of the brushes,
        Where lithe lianas coil,
        And orchids deck the tree-tops
        And ferns the warm dark soil.

        Core of my heart, my country!
        Land of the Rainbow Gold,
        For flood and fire and famine,
        She pays us back threefold –
        Over the thirsty paddocks,
        Watch, after many days,
        The filmy veil of greenness
        That thickens as we gaze.

        An opal-hearted country,
        A wilful, lavish land –
        All you who have not loved her,
        You will not understand –
        Though earth holds many splendours,
        Wherever I may die,
        I know to what brown country
        My homing thoughts will fly.

        ~My Country (edited)
        by Dorothea Mackellar

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      2. There’s some good things come out of Australia. When I was a child in the UK the stories about Australia were all negative but then something happened that made the Brits sit up and take notice. Not just Sidney Nolan or Rolf Harris no, but in all the arts, whether that was painting, journalism, film, music, soaps, whatever, Australia seemed to be flourishing. Aye… In Britain it rains alot! Nevertheless I sometimes get homesick for my native plot although it was the plot of an itinerant and even if the country as a whole has altered out of all recognition and in every respect. (Although there are still wankers who lord it over the rest of us in Parliament.) Here in the North West of Ireland, the republic, the rain is however horrendous. Every conceivable type and for days and weeks on end sometimes. Enough from me.

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      3. Had a lovely time a couple of years
        ago travelling from Belfast to Derry.
        Went as far as Monaghan to see
        where my wife’s ancestors hail from.
        But then, it was mid summer. I know
        it did rain as I remember purchasing
        an umbrella for a pound from the One
        Pound shop in Derry. Cheap at half
        the price. I’ve still got it β˜”
        Sadly, the best of Australian artists,
        from Brett Whiteley to Howard Arkley
        seem to have a problem with sobriety.
        And best not mention Rolf Harris.
        Turns out Jake the Fake had no self
        contol over his extra leg 😎

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      4. Fortunately the friendliness of the natives makes up for the unfriendly weather. I was adopted, “He’s one of us”, by the locals where I used to live. Where else could that happen other than in Ireland? I feel sorry for Rolf, I must admit, whatever the man did… and I think he took the beating that should have been given Jimmy Savile. Who’s Jake the Fake?

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      5. No doubt Rolf Harris was made an
        example of. In his case the girls he
        preyed on where at least in their teens.
        But it did show a lack of character.
        Jake the Fake was a character, who
        had three legs, created by Harris.
        A character not lacking in the leg
        department 😎

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  5. DAMN, David!!! You slay me. You absolutely make my brain explode and wipe the floor with my heart! It’s crazy. My jaw fell open and my heart was racing by the end. Incredible. Shaking my head, smiling and still stunned, I say Thank You and Cheers!!! Oh! And I LOVE all the artwork as well! Wonderfully overbrimming post. ❀️❀️❀️

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    1. Thanks most gratefully, Katy πŸ’–
      I must have put a bit or two into it,
      as my hard drive is now empty 0️⃣
      I may have to send my laptop off
      on a long holiday? And dumb
      down my smartphone πŸ“΄
      But I did purchase one of those
      travel rechargers, so I guess there’s
      no escaping the inevitable future 😎

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      1. I have a feeling that the poetry writing/artistic expression part of Your brain is always, ALWAYS writing into the stratosphere and that it’s impossible for You to unplug and stop sharing as Your words and the art in Your heart is most likely feeding into and circling through the air/energy field/chi of the planet as we speak!!! πŸ˜ƒβ€οΈπŸ˜Š

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    1. “Things are never so bad
      they can’t be made worse.”
      ~ Humphrey Bogart

      Thanks for dropping in, Stills.
      Wherever people meet, you get
      the good, the bad, the sublime,
      and the ludicrous. Just look at
      what now passes for politics.
      Social media with care, as it may
      be the last bastion for freedom
      of expression.

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  6. Fantastic dystopian poetry David. As we β€˜progress’ into this age of more cyber countries and digital economies, I wonder if some of us should become Luddites. Abandoning everything and watching chickens fight it out because like Orwell said, even football is corrupted.

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      1. A paper trail in an underground bunker I think. Let’s hope the cockroaches find it. They’ll survive anything! I’d hate to think of David’s eclectic writing deleted . You humble me with your kind words. You have so much knowledge.

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      2. Nothing new under a flaring sun.
        I was once a seeker of truth, now I
        treasure the wisdom that true love
        brings. For truth without love is a
        brutal affair. With nothing new
        under a flaring sun. Just new and
        improved ways of dissecting the
        cockroach of human vanity.
        Your writing, Nitin, exemplifies the
        that holy quest. The questioning,
        the striving, the agony and the
        ecstasy of grasping the glimmers
        of celestial beauty. For me, it is
        ever a privilege to read your writing

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      3. Thank you David. I guess all I can say is that suffering makes one a cockroach scuttling over the surfaces of change, and my writing only seeks to portray transformation. Both personal and societal. The agony and the ecstasy are part of the process. It’s a strange dichotomy present within me that manifests itself in whatever I write. I’m capable of both great love and seething hatred. I wish I could wash away the hatred, and perhaps one day, fate willing I will. Like you said, truth without love is indeed a terrible affair. It creates the Pharisee or the self-righteous church goer who knows his doctrine but doesn’t know his God. For me, your writing takes me in all sorts of directions; making me look up the references and allusions you make. So the privilege is mutual.

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      4. We are all those fifty shades of grey,
        sandwiched between the light and
        the dark. The wisdom from the Delphi Oracle was simply … Know Thyself.
        But what a journey through Pan’s
        Labyrinth that entails.
        Without such experience, much
        poetry is but piss and wind.
        I’ve always found your work to be
        quite the opposite. Keeps up the good
        fight, Nitin … and keep on writing.

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      5. True, most of the flowery stuff I used to read here never possessed depth. Love and petals are only a naive romantic’s treasure. Some of us have to climb the rickety staircase of the abyss, and find a fellow sojourner and then realise what it is to love in those dark places. Thank you again David. I try and hopefully I’ll keep trying…

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    1. The electrodes attached to my neck
      have now been upgraded to transmit
      audio & video directly to the cerebral
      implants of all my subscribers. More
      efficient, and cheaper, than Netflix 😎
      Subscribe now, and Purgatory for you
      will be purely voluntary 😈 πŸ˜‡

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