Sunshine Mandala


from a global pandemic
Mr. Reciprocal Philanthropic
the effluent magnate
of a fire ring climate
and all things plastic
that float upon the sea
… to whom do you compare?

There’s a hungry black hole
31 million light years away
in the centrifugal centre
of the Whirlpool Galaxy
Matter and energy
being recycled
to who knows where?

As the quantum leaps
the physics of mechanics
masters of the known universe
praying to manifestations
of the Perpetual Parallelogram
whilst paying their taxes
to Never Never Land
Like sunshine
on the shoulder
of Mr. Mandala
That black tie dysfunction
an old fossil fuelling
the eve of destruction
whilst misfiring on all cylinders
across energy’s dark ocean
Entrails of toxic compost
from a carbon based lifeform
scouring the cosmos
for the lingering cinders
of a big bang smoke ring

All creation unfolding
The pleasure of her planets
beyond all measure
tasting the royal blue
starlight of Rigel
Antares … Mu Cephei
and Canis Majoris
An explosion
of symphonic sampling
The pollen from heaven
… sublime recreation
Treasures of a manifold
universe flowering
within a vortex swirling
The Great Spirit seeding
with divine inspiration

All creation declaring
“The Starry Host …
but a breath of his mouth”
Stars forming
and not a one missing
Led forth and called by name
The All in All
all too Majestic
The fact of all matter
flowing and forming
with vibrations ecstatic
The sacred expression
of all creation
… the Word spoken
throughout space and time
in the manner
of intelligent design
Beyond all human understanding
and the limitations of religion
Tripping the light years
Singing the heavenly body
and magnetic
Calling you too … by name
Can you see through
the haze of worldly static
a galaxy ablaze?
The stars are aflame!

Can’t you see
through tears of rage
the all too tragic?
North and South now ringing
with the echo of a holocene
upon this shallow age
of porcine consumption
East and west
the Earth’s biosphere
and getting thin
Like breathing in
the Martian air
submerged and purged
in the gravity
of industrialised despair

This Lincoln County Road
birthed in cannibalism
The headhunters of globalism
not by half measure
all conquering
Only extremeophiles
soon to be surviving
Stand aside all you zombies
Make way for
the children of Armageddon

The Ring of Fire
with all top scientists
embedded in his payroll
by the lure of the money
he begged, borrowed, and stole
But they’ll never cure
his crooked old soul
That overseer
of a Wall Street fiddle
the Big Bad Diddle
on a downhill rock’n’roll

Bitcoin … just
a mathematical riddle
from the Grand Parallelogram
Just another financial scam
In the mad scramble
to take a seat
at the Master’s table
do you really wish
to take that gamble?
Deep in the crypt
of cryptocurrency
a curse is brewing
for the false idols
of globalised prosperity
Forces that grapple
within the Grand Apple
of an all seeing eye
at the Shock Exchange
of Do & Die
Where even a virus
is good for business
for he who dictates
your life exchange rates
That Sultan of Swindle
a wolf wearing
sheep skinned underwear
who patiently waits
to make a profit
from your despair
as greed goes Uber

“Why not today?”
I hear you say
The fat cat too full
to run off with
an ever lovin’ spoonful
The holy cow too busy
making hay
with your social media
harvested information
A black mirror algorithm
calling the tune
to some little dog
who’s had a dishful
Like being forked
by a goose
and knifed
by some mother
Then dished up for supper
But hey … Mr. Diddle
doesn’t every dog
have his day?
Like Amazon
and Google
Too much too soon?
Since personal freedom
ran away with the spoon
That Whirlpool Galaxy
block hole keeps on feeding
just 31 million light years away
and all those
Fire Ring shareholders
are over the Moon

~ David B. Redpath © 2018-2020

“For the love of money is a root
of all kinds of evil. Some people,
eager for money, have wandered
from the faith and pierced
themselves with many griefs.”
~ Paul, the Apostle

Sunshine on the shoulder
of Mister Mandala
(acrylic on canvas)
by David B. Redpath © 2018-2020

90 thoughts on “Sunshine Mandala”

    1. Thanks Ortensia.
      An earlier posting that I was playing
      around with last night. Hope you
      weren’t getting E- Pinged as I mucked
      about with it?
      I’m a complete technophobe, so I have
      no idea what I’m doing on a keybroad.


  1. A thought-provoking piece, to say the least. I love your artwork the most. What is inside the item above the shoulder of Mister Mandala, one might wonder. The lines you wrote could be an answer… of a thousand answers.

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      1. Yes, perhaps all of the above, David. You’re most welcome—your poems always get me thinking. Always something in every line. And, how kind of you to say that about my poems; I am humbled, thank you.

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      1. I hear Coca-Cola’s releasing new drinks aimed at Generation Z, who’ll be nodding its head in approval while reading about the stars which existed once.
        I think stars are getting depressed. They’ll start exploding any time now. We can’t take it. How can they?
        Thank YOU.

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      2. “The Darkness is coming!”
        ~ Doctor Who
        “The darkness has come and
        gone.” ~ Doctor Pepper

        New stars are being born this
        very millennium. With new
        elements for the scientists at
        the Coca-Cola conglomeration
        to experiment on.

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  2. An absolutely brilliant post, David.
    Poetically summing up the nonsense flowing from Trump, the scientists at CERN as well as the Execs at Google and Amazon and all the firms currently dealing in cryptocurrency as well as various stock market manipulations and investment swindles.
    And as the nonsense flows back and forth- the only one true constant- In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God and without Him was not anything made that was made- as it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

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    1. Thank you very much, Charlie.
      Yes, when it comes to my Dada issue,
      Max Ernst did his worst, saying
      “When an artist finds himself, he is lost”.
      So I bought another box of tissues
      for, “Art has nothing to do with taste.”

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      1. haha..thank you for spending some time on my blog. Sincerely flattered.
        You can call me either :)..Mum to two babies who inspire much of my writing and Betu (child) to a mother, to whom I owe everything I know about anything. :))

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      2. A good friend of mine came from
        the Gujarat region. I particularly
        wanted to visit there last time I
        was in India, but a travelling
        companion arranged the route
        we took. Perhaps next time 😎


  3. Stuffed with greed we are. No matter how much money we earn, we always want more. This black hole hope does not grows bigger. A wonderful poem almost covering everything important. Marvellous Work.

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      1. Titan is predicted to be perfect for
        human habitation in about two
        hundred million years. About the
        time the Sun, slowly expanding, has
        started to fry the earth. Meanwhile
        Titan is warming up, with all the
        frozen oxygen being released into
        the atmosphere, and the oceans of
        liquid methane evaporated, to be
        replaced by the H2O that is there
        in abundance, but currently frozen.
        Plus, there are too many spiders
        on Mars 🕸️🕷️

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      2. That reminds me of a song, Scott;

        In the year 2525, if man is still alive
        If woman can survive, they may find
        In the year 3535
        Ain’t gonna need to tell the truth,
        tell no lie
        Everything you think, do and say
        Is in the pill you took today
        In the year 4545
        You ain’t gonna need your teeth, won’t need your eyes
        You won’t find a thing to chew
        Nobody’s gonna look at you
        In the year 5555
        Your arms hangin’ limp at your
        Your legs got nothin’ to do
        Some machine’s doin’ that for you
        In the year 6565
        You won’t need no husband,
        won’t need no wife
        You’ll pick your son, pick your
        daughter too
        From the bottom of a long glass tube
        ~In The Year 2525


  4. A brilliant poem, David.
    I had forgotten you had posted it before.
    But then I noticed I had liked it before.
    Because that line in there about the philanthropist who had top scientists embedded in his payroll from money he begged, borrowed and stole, I immediately thought of Jeffrey Epstein and thought you were referring to him.
    But maybe you were being prophetically inspired about what Epstein was up to.
    Because when I read the line, I immediately thought about Stephen Hawking and other scientists he had invited to his New York mansion as he was busy thinking about seeding a master race with his DNA among the young Lolitas on his Zorro Ranch in New Mexico.

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    1. The grand schemes of mice
      and men, all come to nought
      as they come crashing down,
      like the Tower of Babel.
      I’ve noticed that virtually all the
      World’s richest men, not only make
      big donations to medical research,
      but often have their own well
      funded research facilities, staffed
      by leading scientists, invariably
      working on defeating disease and
      the aging process. All tax deductible
      of course.

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      1. An example of Vampirella Magazine from Warren Publishing being prophetic.

        I remember the first Vampirella I ever bought (which I bought for the story line and not the pictures – similar to the claim I made when Playboy magazines were found under my bed and I told my parents I had bought them for the articles) was Vampirella #12.

        The plot was a dying wealthy man named W.W. Wade had caught and imprisoned Vampirella and asked her to make him a vampire so he could avoid dying and going to Hell.

        She refused.

        Wade died.

        And he went to Hell.

        No doubt all these rich men who are funding anti-aging and anti-disease research (to say nothing of all these Transhumanists who are hoping to upload their consciousness into a computer or robot or cyborg) are doing it for the same reason as W.W. Wade in Vampirella Issue #12.

        They’re hoping to avoid dying and going to Hell.

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      2. In fact, Chris,
        you’ve just reminded me
        of that arch nemesis of the
        greedy capitalist ;

        Che Guevara … my brother
        from another Argentina mother
        he’ll one day rise with the Son
        will he recieve grace
        for all that vendetta killing?
        All to the tune of ..
        Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina 🎶

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  5. loving the phraseology, particularly ‘ effluent magnate’ and
    ‘The black tie-dyed dysfunction
    misfiring on all cylinders
    across energy dark oceans …’

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