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A Long Cold-Chill

I watched the penguins woddle along,
On cold-hard ice; where they belong.

From water to land, they scurried around,
Flapping their feet on frozen ground.

Herds of them were standing still,
Settling down to a long cold chill.

Mother passes her egg to father carefully;
Knowing he'll care for it, so, naturally.

He'll protect it from the harsh-cold nights,
In a warm snug pouch away from sight.

For mother must find many fish to catch,
While father stays until it is hatched.

Long-dark days of Winter will change to Fall,
Returning mother, with, her familiar call.

Such a sweet sound for father's ear,
Ending another, long-cold Winter year.

Giving father penguin a much needed break,
For their chick is born and fully awake.

With such a huge urge to quickly eat,
Yes, many tasty meals of fresh, fish-meat.

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Infinitely Redundant

Is science fiction an oxymoron?
How can science be fiction
When it is the process by which myth
Is eliminated and all that is tangible
In the world is interpreted? And isn’t fiction
Nothing more than the literary
Manifestation of the dreams
That crash through the barriers
Of reality? How then
Can the two terms coexist
In a single phrase?

But wait.

Is there anything made
By mortal hands
That was not proceeded
By a dream? Is it possible
That the creator of worlds
Dreamed before the first
Flowers bloomed in the garden?

If dreams lead to physical
Things, then they must be
The blueprints of the future
And the catalyst of science;
Conversely, science is proof
Of the dreams of gods and mortals.

Science fiction is not
An oxymoron, but it is
The infinitely redundant
Confirmation of life.

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Early Retirement

There was this science teacher at my high school.  One of those idiots who had to kiss his boss’ ass to get ahead.  One of those insecure fools who would be far more suitable working in a lab with a microscope up his nose so far his eyes might begin to bulge out, or maybe even at Walmart.

Anyplace other than a school, subjecting poor kids to his nonsense.

So, the incompetent butt kisser somehow won Teacher of the Year.  What a joke!  The students got together, held a makeshift summit and devised a plan, one that would make school history.

Since Billy’s mom worked as a janitor, she had one of those “good” keys.  He yanked it from her one night when she slept soundly thanks to the Ambien Katie stole from her mom’s medicine cabinet.  It's a good thing Katie’s mama never watched the PSAs.

The night of the award ceremony, everyone got into position, and nodded to each other.  Mr. Idiot Science Teacher approached the podium to accept his award.  The administration clapped with cheesy smiles plastered on their idiot faces.

Then, down poured the eggs, “Carrie style."  Nearly 1,500 of them, courtesy of Jared’s grandpa’s farm.

A week later, we learned Mr. Idiot Science teacher retired. He was twenty seven.

Yesterday I stopped by Walmart to pick up some milk and eggs.  Standing behind the register...the retired science teacher.  As I walked away, I glanced down at the carton, thankful he didn’t work in the hunting department.  


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Post of the Night: The sensory testing

1) People take samples of the environment and other people all the time. 

2) When individuals fit the stimuli of his constituency become sensory validation 

3) People react to validate the stimuli as the emanations of thoughts picked by 
human senses were channeling themselves. 

4) For this reaction to the sinister look, the unwanted thought expressed by 
speech, not liked by gesture, by misunderstood thing ... in response affects the 
environment again. 

5) And a cycle of disorder settles until individuals are unaware of habitat and 
move the harmony channel instead of disorder.

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The Wonderful Magnet

           The Wonderful Magnet 
The magnet is a wonderful thing, as it is 
made from iron extracted from the ground
becoming a magnet from it's magnetic
properties from the Earth, being buried over 
centuries it has become vital to man. 
with the abilities to attract metal and also 
repel metal with a different polarity, as 
like poles repel  and unlike poles will attract
this amazing  piece of iron can be used in
various products: generators, motors and 
may even be the solution to anti-gravity 
and propulsion of space vehicles that could 
travel to distant planets and beyond, back 
in earlier times people believed the magnet 
may be a creation of the Devil, as being a 
material capable of pointing North, a form of 
scourcery  or even witchcraft, where in actual 
fact it was science, used in the creation of the 
compass, something that every boy scout 
would use in camping, and many other uses today.

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Utterly, Utterly, Preposterous

Aliens DO exist and they are observing us guys The way we interact with each other What advice do you think they would give us Would they throw up their hands in disgust And say, “it's no use... people of earth, you just don't get it!” Or would they see hope for us and offer to help Perhaps they've gone through similar “growing pains” Wherever they come from And wish to share their experiences with us At my advanced age, I hope I live long enough to see that day To suggest that we are alone in the universe Is absolutely absurd and beyond my comprehension There are billions upon billions of other galaxies With billions upon billions of other worlds like ours To assume otherwise Is UTTERLY, UTTERLY, PREPOSTEROUS! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Willow's Bluff

An eerie little poem for your enjoyment. 

It's fiction but inspired by a little cave I found this weekend on my woodsy walk ;)
(minus the ghostly whispers!  "OooooOOOO!" heheh) Also a bit of a message in this one. 

Willow's Bluff  (Part 1)
    by Amy Swanson   2.9.2009

The other day I found myself
restless and ill at ease, 
so I thought I'd take a walk
forget my cares in spring's warm breeze.

The forest was so beautiful
and trees, once dead, were turning green
I couldn't help but marvel
at life's mysteries I had seen.

I started on the well worn path
and thought I heard a sound;
it made me jump, I turned to look,
but no one was around.

The sunlight streamed so gloriously
upon my tear stained face
my heart felt light, forgotten cares
just being in this place.

And then it happened once again
I know I heard a noise!
I stopped now, to investigate
This hidden, quiet voice.

I wandered off the walker's trail
into the woods much deeper
I chanced upon a darkened cave
... and the cave's gatekeeper.

A mystical sight to behold
unearthly glowing light
it rose a bit up from the ground
then faded from my sight.

I made my way into the cave
mysteriously dark
and there it was... that voice again...
slowly I embarked

My flashlight shining at full force
was still not bright enough
to counter with this deepening dark
I'd found near Willow's Bluff. 

I heard the eerie whispers now
quite clearly, in my ear
first one, then two, now several more
and though my pioneer

spirit got me into this,
I felt that it was time to flee!
I turned and ran the opposite way
the voices though, were still with me!

I thought I knew the way back out
I tripped my way along
my flashlight flickered one last light
... I found that I was wrong...

somehow my turns had led me
down a path I did not know;
I turned to walk the other way -
but there was no place left to go.

*continue to Part 2*

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I believe my words meets you in good  state of mind
 and health
Do you believe africa can become a better continent?
 If so,how?
Young pepole must change their attitude__any part
 of their mindset holding them back!
If so,they should set goals to improve their behaviour
 and find solutions to challenges facing africa.
Young people must work twice as hard to make africa
 a better continent:
We have no time to waste but to make this continent
 that the LORD gave us a better place for
  future generations.
Our children must be able to hit the ground running
 to get somewhere meaningful.
We must work wholeheartedly in order to transform static
 policies since we got independence!
Africa should not be the only continent in the world where 
 outsiders find cheap commodities and slaves 
  to improve their economies!
That backwater theory must change,something beautiful 
 needs to happen very quickly!
Spectators have portrayed africa's reign as a missed
 opportunity to tackle problems___
A yawning rich-poor gap to stiffly politics
 and controversial policies__
That africa's collective leadership have been too timid 
 to implement good governance policies
  because of remote controlled influence!
Something wonderful must happen to our mindset__
Europe or America did not develop in one day!
And technology did not fall from heaven___
 but it was invented and innovated.
Where africa cannot create,let us buy advanced 
 green technology,
to make rock-solid industriariazation
I believe,africa's economy can grow to become among
 the world's largest economies___
And our per capita income can quituple!

chipepo lwele
*To my fellow africans both living in africa or outside africa

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The Song Of David

Enlighten days have past
He comes excel in all, so he thinks
"I am greater than man,
I know what ignorant man does not.
Come to me for knowledge unsurpassed!".
He points to the blue heaven,
"Where is thy wisdom? For I know all.
Where is thy command? That makes the ground shake
And brings forth water that lives?"

At the great gatherings,
He flocks the shepherds, blind, mute and deaf  
He answers to the multitude of questions
He asked the shepherds, "but what are thy questions?",
“I know not what do ask a man of your wisdom, but what  is a dream?
What is life?” asked the young herdsman.
"I know not what you speak of", said the Man.
"I only know what i can feel, touch and see"

"A dream is dream that passes us by, like gentle breeze of fresh spring.
Life holds all things mystery and doubts.
Shepherd knows to flock, not life or dreams".
"The shepherds are those who are humble, noble one", said the herdsman
"The blind cannot see, the mute cannot speak and the deaf cannot hear".
"Who are you preaching to? Silent and amaze, the man looks on.  

"If the blind could see you, 
They would say, 'look here is the man who tried to humble the blind
For they can see what others cannot,
If the mute could speak, they would humble you!
And if the deaf could hear they would shamed your wisdom".
"Was I a fool?" said the Man "or are you not that young herdsman?
Who knows nothing of life and passes his days tending the sheep's?
What could you learn from such simpleton life?"

"Life I live is simple indeed, 
No one knows that the shepherds are those who protects the weak"
"Nature is a friend of the shepherd; we sing the song of David
And rubs the olive oil to our young sheep, to keep away the flies".
Insulted, the man's fury turns over to the young herdsman
"Nature? Protect the weak? The song of David? Flies?
How can nature befriend a lonely shepherd? Protect who?
Song of David the Shepherd who became the king? 
What flies would harm the young flocks?"

The young herdsman smiled at the frown face of the man,
Left without a word
The blind, the mute and deaf ignored the man.
An unyielding shame kept the man humbled
He wonders why the young herdsman smiled about.
He came about a bridge and crossed the rocky roads
On the hill top he stood 
And saw the young herdsman singing the Song of David.

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Willow's Bluff, part 2

** continued from part 1, please read that one first **

Willow's Bluff  (Part 2)
   by Amy Swanson     2.9.2009

The whispers getting louder now,
my screams rose silently
trying to escape my lips,
my arms now  beating violently!

"Let me go! What do you want!?"
my mind's voice now demanded
of the whispering captors
who somehow held me, stranded.

The pressure of the moment
held me paralyzed with fear.
Oh how I wish I'd stayed away
and never come in here!

Tightening around my chest
and whispers growing still...
my mind was racing frantically,
my body felt a chill.

And then... a human voice... a light...
the sun gentle and warm...
my eyelids fluttered... I awoke,
completely safe from harm.

My husband leaned down close to me
and said "Are you all right?
You took a spill and konked your head,
you gave us all a fright."

Confused, I nodded slowly
and my eyes turned toward the river
the path I'd taken in my dream was there...!
I felt a shiver.

"Yes, yes, of course, I'm doing fine,
don't worry about me.
I'll be right there, you go ahead,
but first, there's something I must see."

I saw the path, still beckoning
it looked as in my dream...
a little further down the way
...the same unsettling theme.

The cave stood eerily in sight,
but I did not venture in.
A million questions to my mind,
this journey from within.

What did it mean? and how
could I explain what I had seen?
I chose to bury it down deep
and call it ... just a dream.

They say that only fools rush in
where angels fear to tread
walking down an unknown path
can lead straight to the dead.

One thing for certain, deep inside
I know this was not fluff -
so if you find an unknown path...
beware of Willow's Bluff.

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Iris of Poetry

Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
this time...

Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.

A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet

The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.

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a purple planet

One night and one
one place in a crowd
too many flowers
no room for a frown
places are higher
the World and the news
people and places
a distance for spaces
a planet with wastelands
a future with grape lands
cloudy with rooms
more flowers and brooms
jewels and the bunnies
bracelets for no money
a panther and the day light
a creature and the new sights
blue wars that go around the moon
makes prettier roses
and more waters bloom

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Politically Educated

Politically Educated Politics from the Greek, for relating to citizens A way to announce and make their collective decisions The art or science of running state affairs Including, Civil, Institution, Religious, Academic or Power shares. Social relations involving power or authority And methods and tactics; to apply a policy. History from the Greek meaning, inquiry or knowledge acquired by investigation Is the discovery collection, presentation and organisation It can also mean a time after writing was invented. We thank Herodotus and Thucydides for the modern study of history, so I am contented. Geography a science that studies the land inhabitants and phenomena of the earth Eratosthenes invented the word “Geography” for what it is worth. It seeks to understand all complexities of human and natural life I think he must have got bored one day, perhaps he didn’t have a wife.
Contest Entry sponsored By Dana'Lynn Smith By Mandy Tams

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Livearthia is a planet that is full of life.  A place were death has no breath, and nobody knows the meaning of the word.  Here death can't even be made up.  Here beings are born to live forever.  Growing up, being young, growing old, being young again, growing up and old, over and over again, and never dying.  In this world, age is determined by how many life cycles you have lived, each cycle you gain more and more experience, unlike planet Earth where you only live one cycle, and the word death is every where, a sad and lonely planet, oblivious to the vast space that surrounds it, there's an intelligence there that brings affliction and war to its kind.  In Livearthia the sky is lit up with planets and six of what earthling's call moons, livearthians call glooms and two distant stars that always shine, and it never rains in Livearthia there‘s just a fog, a mist, or a dew.  Living things just live, and hunger does not exist.. Livearthians do not speak, they use telepathy, and sign language.  One of Livearthia’s glooms is an albino gloom that shines bright but is only the size of  Mt. Rushmore.  Livearthians inhabit five of the twenty seven planets that surround it Affinity, Infinitum, Vernier, Sagacious, and Callow.

~ Leonard Napierskie


The Livearthia population numbers only in the thousands, planets in the Livear universe are much smaller, and younger.  Livearthians do not multiply and over populate the planet much like the humans do to the Earth.  Livearthians are much more god like obtaining powers unimaginable, and they do not travel outside there solar system because they choose not to, they are happy where they are.

~ Leonard Napierskie

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Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...

You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 

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entropy of probability

the certain concept of heading into the void
can't help but get me a little annoyed
the assertion that 
"if you're not part of the solution,
you're part of the precipitate"
is one with which I can easily relate
falling out, as it were -
from life's certainty of solution
to devolve into entropic resolution
- is chaotic at best

we are, after all in the best years
of our lives, and the future is bound
to look back to now - and agree
you're waaay prettier than you'll be
a couple of eons or epics from now
just some dust blowing in some Kansas wind
if Kansas is even around in the future then
with you're progeny sayin'
"you haven't been yourself for awhile now"
chances are somewhat improbable that -
you, in fact will never be again

S = k·log W

© Goode Guy 2012-08-06 S = k·log W

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The Good Earth

My daddy was a farmer, 
a good one who knew how to 
manipulate the elements in order
to achieve agricultural success. 

He was well aware that all 
of the elements play their part
and are necessary for growth but
the most tangible one is the soil.
I have seen him take
a handful, smell it,
work it and then let it
run through his fingers back
to the good earth from which it came.

If it smelled sour, he would take loads of lime 
and spread them over his vast fields.
If it clumped as he worked it, he knew
it was too wet and he must have patience.
Dry, lifeless soil alerted him
to add living organisms.

He would top dress the soil 
with aged manure,
collected free of charge from
his livestock, cows,
sheep, horses, chickens.
Nothing went to waste on the farm.
Or he might know it was time to
rest a field for a season,  
He would plant a cover crop
which would grow and
be plowed back into the soil
to give it new vigor.

He planted on faith that
the rains would come,
the sun would shine
and the winds would be still,
when the crop seeds  were ripe.
Heavy winds could take his seeds before
he could safely harvest them.

Next year he would start again
and prepare his soil
so that all elements could work together to
insure success. 

Won 3rd

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Pythagoras was a mathematician. He taught mathematics in ancient Greece. He created a now-famous theorem. You can bisect a rectangle or square. Draw a line between opposite corners. This will result in two right triangles. The two sides opposite each right angle are commonly called a “hypotenuse“. The sum of the squares of the base and height, equal the square of the hypotenuse.

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To the Faithful Player

To be the last, to finish, to only see ends without beginnings.
Xenocide could not claim you.
Ender did not name you.
Love’s the Card which framed you.
Orson Scott Card.
* For Brian's Literary Affairs Contest. Orson Scott Card author of books  Ender's Game 
(1985) and its sequel Speaker for the Dead (1986) both won Hugo and Nebula award winners.

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Cut me cut me! Oh scalpel of thy surgeon,
Expose my inner organs to the world to see,
As I lay on the operating table helplessly,
My life now lies in the hands of those standing over me,
I live if they did right and I die if they don’t.

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From My History to Your Future

My thoughts linger in the bleak expanse that surrounds my disembodied conscious and  not even the pulsing epiphanies (a million lifetimes away) can bring light to the horrific darkness embedded in the remnant matter of this repented skeptic. 

As the winds once shifted on the golden plains of grains horded for profit and power, so to did the opinions of laypeople and professional swirl around this once complacent arrogant mind too enamored with the process of living to notice the force of life rapidly receding like a cool drink carelessly spilled on a hot surface evaporating before the instinct to lap it up was unleashed.
Now, darkness brings light and clarity to seek out those who are groping in their own brilliance. Descending down on the sea of life hoping to light onto the thoughts of one who will not suppose nature and God are enemies, while science sits adrift in a raft with room for one, watching the worthy vessel with its unworthy passengers rock to and fro unaware of the great fall just ahead. And in the abyss finned creatures too intelligent for their own good helplessly watch because they have no hands to take the helm. 

The wings fluttering above are just as useless, and back on shore the other passengers of the original ark wonder why the misguided stewards bothered saving them in the first place.

But if I could find a mind like a fresh flower obedient and open to receive this
pollinating knowledge, it might be enough to propagate the species of thought that will save billions of embodied cognitive factories from the impotent byproducts of denial: procrastination and the convenience of inconvenience.

Even now I observe changes in the political and environmental climate, and hope my
thoughts have not taken too long to drift from my history to your future.

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                   Clairvoyance veiled by the unexamined presence fails
                                      To telltale what future prevails
                 Disguised as chance, fate rewards with wiser presents
                               Perfect timing and mystery its essence
                               In this sense our senses failed to grasp
                                      Until the future is the past
                 Like secrets seeds buried beneath the present keeps
                                             Futures unknown
        Intuition enhances senses deceived, though most reap what's sown
    Mythical, parabled, theoretical, volition's reward is considered good karma
            Our needs, granted through experience explains ancient dharma
                                  It's evident perfect hindsight's enlightment
                                      Trandscending sin, spiritual pollution 
                               Trial,error and inventive success is evolution
                                 Forsight time travel's the future is BRIGHT!

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Global disaster

Edwin Hubbel wrote in 1925 "....the principal of the uniformity of nature thus 
seems to rule undisturbed in this region of space......"

          But , I take exception to that statement , because of mankinds un-natural 
tendencies to disregard the natural order which in kind ( or un-kind ! ) nature 
play's along rudely to our cruel misconduct , since it took millions of years to 
establish a non-toxic atmosphere ( to land mammals ) that we have taken for 
granted and have inconvenietly disrupted in a manner of just hundrends of years .
           Just the double negative effect alone should be a warning to how we 
should approach our future , these being , excess carbon emissions and 
deforestation . The positive and negative relationship is two-fold here in a short 
explanation , our tree's absorb carbon and emit oxygen , less trees , more 
carbon , and we accelerate a negative process . If you take for example , our own 
biological systems as humans , we need oxygen to breathe to live , the positive , 
but the negative is that oxygen attributes to decomposition , which could 
accelerate the ageing process of the body , which is why proper nutrition is 
important , especially foods rich or drinks rich in anti-oxidants .
            In short , I believe it becomes very important to be aware of the natural 
order of our relationship to our overall system without our exploitive behaviors 
which only encourage a consumerism attitude .

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carnal sin , elemental

    " The spirit is strong ; but the flesh is weak...."  matt 26:41.....

             Is there a way to define , carnal , and the elemental properties of sin ?

If you look at the greek word , " syn " , ( sin ) , meaning , ' together ' , and the greek 
word , ' apsis ' , meaning , ' a joining ' , you arrive at the word , ' synapes ' , which 
is a joining together the space between nerve cells through which nerve 
impulses are transmitted . A neurotransmitter is a biological substance that 
transmits , or inhibits , a nerve impulse at a synapse . A neural is of a nerve or 
the nervous system , a neuron is the nerve cell body and all it's processes . 
Matter , is what a thing is made of , material , whatever occupies space and is 
perceptible to the senses ; percieve is to understand , to become aware of 
through senses . Material , of matter , physical , of the body or bodily needs , not 
spiritual . Important essentials made of elements or parts needed to make or do 
something . Elements , is the natural or suitable environment for a person or 
thing ; first principals , or primal natural forces , being an essential part or parts . 
Elementary particles , are subatomic particles as a neutron , electron , photon , 
and so on etc...........We are a product of our environment , what we eat , the air we 
breathe , and the elemental attraction or repulsion , originating from attitude , it all 
begins within'...............
                                 SYN , or sin , is to join the outer physical body with outer 
physical elements which is the cause to effect carnal sin , through the influences 
of cosmic , universal , energy forces , which are elemental properties that 
manipulate our nervous system..............again as in the beginning.................

                    " THE SPIRIT IS STRONG , BUT THE FLESH IS WEAK "
                                                 matt 26:41

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Intelligent Design

God's born
Earth Genesis were creationists right and darwin wrong
As our conscience wakes , sound science proves evolution is fate
Man tames nature empowers man reinvents nature
Sound science transcends mortal man into godly creator
Life is science , an infinite mathematical equation 
Many past lives are demonstrations
When the ancients learned wisdom , disigned cultural paradigms
Mortality once an unsolved riddle , science its divine solution
Life's true meaning is disguised by mental pollution
Why is life possible ? ITs mystery origin is supernatural science
Which transcends understanding and reliance
Ancient wisdom proves hatred makes life worthless
Yet love and kindness proves life's purpose

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Faith in Monsters

after my mother said good night
she closed the door and turned out the light.
perhaps by chance she didn't know the fright
that awaited me as she closed the door.
as it is this night and every night
i need light more. 
to scare away monsters behind my closet door.
what that monster is i have yet to see.
but from movies snd scary stories i guess what it
could be.
Wolfman, Frankinstien, or Vampire all 
or Wicked Witch, ghostly ghoul to call.
the undead Zombie scratching the walls.
all i need is a little light, thats all!
i cannot crack the curtans,
i'm afraid of what i'll see.
and in my mind i wonder why, oh why 
my mother won't believe me.
when i say that there are monsters 
and one day that they will get me?

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vignette- NO HOW,BUT WHY

Science knows not the water course
Of our earth's oceans' source;
Some pretend this,other that-
Genesis reveals so much more
For enquiring minds,still unsure.

See more @ Gen 1:1-9

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The huge sky overseeing the emerald and bluish earth...
wouldn't be the only sky in our incredibly diverse Universe,
if limited sight weren't the obstacle to the awesome images that surprise couldn't conceal;
but many more galaxies hiding their splendid suns and planets,,
are still unknown and Man, overtaken by such a magnificence, expresses 
himself in more atheistic ways not to compromise his own foolishness!
If we declare faith non-existent, cupidity can become our fetish... 
filling us with more rampant pride to enforce its hypocritical seal! 

More universes, like ours, lay dormant in their stillness,
" And will life be found on them? " is a question too inconclusive
that we can only answer by being so compellingly delusive;
more universes await the discoveries of the intelligent mind,
to lay out their awsomeness and beauty to discard the thought of finding life,
impelling us to preserve ours, not to destroy it by valiance or insanity!
Search history's events, are we capable of pursuing happiness...
without conquering and proclaiming our power with mighty armies?

In ancient days, they created unrealistic gods and goddesses...
not conceiving that the Supreme One wasn't a god in human form,
but rather the Invisible One, who often scolded them for their wickedness;
so in stone and marble they continued to sculpture divine faces
that the common people hailed and worshipped, and would they refuse
to obey their tyrant's wishes: their worthless lives would be taken...
and did Paul, the follower of Christ, go back to that cult so perverse?
We know, from the Holy Scriptures, he was converted and put down his sword...


More universes more magnificent than this one,
can be discovered and inhabited if they are livable;
and scientists are working hard along with astronauts to accomplish our dream,
and who isn't excited and show interest to take a voyage into the outer space?
Navigators ventured on perilous seas to attest that their concept was solid and real;
we, with more sophisticated computer science, are groped by the unthinkable!
Persuaded or not, discouraged or doubtful, researches must continue at our expense;
and what if we were successful, wouldn't everyone be taken by shock?   

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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vignette-SEA OF GLASS

Radiolarium & portugese man o' war
The most precise paridgm I ever saw
Blaschkas' legacy..a materclass
Now long lost in the past
Living flowers in Harvard glass.

Leo & Rudolf Blaschka 19th cntury Bohmians creators of these unique intricate glass sea sculpture

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His comet still crosses the sky
Visible to the naked eye,
And his music rocks around the clock-
Such events made their name
Leaving each with lasting fame

Tribute to Edmond Halley & Bill Haley