You dare to tell me what you think you know
Intellectual egotistical bravado?
You think that you can out think the Plan
Where nothing was and
. . .
BANG! The universe began?
. . .
The cosmic Know you think to challenge?
While the gene pool we swim in is so shallow?
Explain to me the black hole or atom
that we can't fathom
where time stands still
Or dark energy
Unseen but real
How 2 plus 2 is never 5
How gravity bends light and time
Do thoughts move faster than does light?
Prove sarcasm, love, or even fright
How sound travels yet can't be seen
Or exactly how life came to be
Big bounce? Big Bang?
String theory or brane?
Is Laminin what it seems to be?
How Neutrinos pass through cold steel beams?
Why some men choose gold over life
While letting children starve and die
And in the name of gods men kill and lie
Religion can't mask their Godless pride
Explain to me sir if you can
Is man your god
Or is your god man
Or how a seed can crack and die
And press through dirt up towards the sky
Universe? Multiverse? Or parallel?
Who's to say or who can tell?
Explain to me sir if you can
The event horizon Kerr, oh vain man
You think that you can know it all
While the speck we live on is so small
Did you know that pride precedes your looming fall?
At one time you thought the earth was flat.
Now you mock and scoff at that.
Yet you're still willing for magic beans to trade the cow,
Or your children's future for the here and now
Can you feed all the hungry with what you know?
Can you stop hate, and make love grow?
Can you conquer fear in your Petri dish?
Or should I just click my heels and make a wish?
Maybe Something Somewhere is bigger than us.
That we can't fathom, but can discuss.
But if we are to do that you must know,
Your superstition has to go.
I'm not talking bout 4 leaf clovers.
Or chanting some prayer over and over.
Ain't talking bout black cats crossing the road,
Or eye of bat or oil of toad.
I'm talking about what you think you know,
Your pride my brother has got to go.
But that pride helps cover up your fear
It blinds your eyes
Stops up your ears.
I'm telling you man just let it go
And let's have a frank discussion about our souls?
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2014
Only light can penetrate the
that resides in the default state
I descend from beta to delta
binaural beats; instantly caught
between frequencies beyond
I absorb amplitudes of acoustic
and I learn to just be earth
Since I am the earth
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its
I've owned the power of
I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a
Created in the image of a
and a feeling from the
I tune in to this vibration from
pulse that manipulates
Immersed between 4 and 7
brainwaves halt to a conscious
All chakras are aligned shining
and now my consciousness
begins to reap!
and light begins to penetrate
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there
is now flooded with sound
that force brainwaves to submit
of omnipresent sound that
and always will be connected to
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially
physical time and space
I long to embrace the intensity
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds
that resonate from the inner
and continue to connect
through the binaural beats that
remind me of before
Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel
while reaping an abundance of
benefits and rewards
It's already yours
Just reach out and grab it
as long as intention and ego is
the universe will correspond
it will deliver a life to you divine
Just listen to the sounds that
were there from before
They will guide to to the
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect
directly with the source
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
One kazillion million miles away
Far off in a distant galaxy
Is the most fascinating phenomenon
It is a star making machine
Berthed from a vast expanse of gaseous matter
Twinkling lights are born
Not a single one like the next
Each with its different elements and colors
Like a magical wand whisking illuminating bubbles
The greatest show this universe has ever seen
One million and one mystical stars have arrived on the scene
Even with the Hubble Telescope
The world’s greatest scientists are unable to comprehend this show
It is truly one of the most fascinating shows in the universe—when a star is born!
A single star
A twisting and twirling gaseous maze of wonder
A single star
Not a single one like another
Jehovah God will not even allow the world’s most sophisticated telescope to unravel the mystery of his stars
It is incomprehensible how the Creator spins the elements
Elements not even known to the human periodic table
He exhales a small puff of his glory upon them and POOF they are born!
In order to see how a star is born you must be a child of the living God
You must travel to the heavens and visit the Observatory Deck
At that moment and only at that moment will the Creator reveal this mystery
The mystery of the universe
How a star is born!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014
In the dream world where reality becomes a fantasy
And fantasy becomes reality.
The impossible is made possible and death becomes no threat. Mountains turn to a plain ground and are surmountable.
In the dream world I can do the impossible and see the invincible. I can spread my wings, soar and fly through the clouds reaching the altitude of my fortune and destiny.
In the dream world I am unstoppable and unquestionable, conquering all my adversaries. The treasures of this world are at my disposal, kings and kingdoms are my subjects.
In the dream world wishes don’t count but choices are made. That is why I have made the choice to have you as mine forever. In my dream world where there is no pain but gain, no distress but fortress, no cross but crown.
Copyright © Raphael Adegoke | Year Posted 2013
this story told is twofold we begin the ice storm of ninety-eight it was a big deal then but the trend the new is global warming debate There is one coming some day like the El Nino but it will be the last not how scientist say it will convey but the heaven and earth on fire the wrath God is not willing any should perish in that storm but free will is given you have a choice to listen to men or God but be warned judge for yourself for me it is God's voice for in the end man can not keep his own soul alive you may say all religions say that in as many words Do not believe me then ask God yourself for He only revives
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
i remember well the name of my 11th grade English
who had been rumored to have given
some of her students
fellatio, during the time when she wasn’t lecturing on
perhaps it was the passion in her that
let her go wild after hours,
drinking with her teen pupils &
then sucking them dry---
but what led to her decent into
one may never know---
it was a part of her life kept secret,
an insanity that only she knew &
when she fell down her stairs
(or so we were told),
she refused medical treatment,
lying in bed, unable to move,
hoping, no doubt,
for “the good lord’s guidance”---
but it never came,
(whispering) because “he” never does
she died TWO MONTHS LATER.
when her death was made known to us
over the loudspeaker,
in early morning home room,
those who had been rumored to have been
pleasured by her,
had conflicted feelings,
because though they still wanted blowjobs,
they were sad to see her go,
for she was, after all, a good teacher &
a fun person,
despite having been brainwashed by the
absurdity of Eddy.
Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2013
I think I was an astronaut
Aimed for the stars.
They fill me up;
They refuel my tank.
They enable me to believe,
Telling me to never give up
As they follow me all of my days.
If only we could see the beauty
That they truly are.
They shout out dreams
That we can reach so far.
Climb into the rocket
On a journey to discover ourselves,
We are taught so much more,
Learning our goals are only a plan away.
Even thought we must return,
I know that I will be back.
I am an astronaut,
And we always reach for the stars.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
There was a beginning,
A moment when space and time began,
But before the beginning, something,
Which seems odd as it's nothing,
Not an absolute, to be understood,
Nothing that contained something,
Relative nothingness outside space and time,
From which everything came into being,
The masterful point of creation, a Big Bang!
Now quantum entanglement offers power,
Computational capacity beyond our dreams,
Yet we fail to see nor even mention the contention,
In a state of relative nothingness containing everything,
The computational power would be beyond comprehension,
What if that pre space entangled pre time, became aware,
Would it be so odd to realise that could be God,
Or that those particles really were in everything,
Then the Atheists are right, God is relatively nothing,
But in being so, is everything and so much more.
@Andrew Carnegie, quantum musings, Saturday 7th Jan, 2017.
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Copyright © Andrew Carnegie | Year Posted 2017
You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!
She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's choice
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please
So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God
Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012
don't take the red or blue pill for they are laced poison not a cure
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
I was speaking with a bus driver mom
about her bipolar son withdrawing from meds
on a trial basis,
hoping to qualify for military service.
She was praising the strengths of her son's Christian school,
from which he is about to graduate,
invested primarily in anger management technologies,
learning to tolerate what you have not learned to love.
To which I responded,
If I had to choose between behavioral tolerance development
or centering and breathing stretching techniques,
which is not the case,
I would begin with,
and continue my larger investment in,
centering dipolar meditations.
She readily acknowledges knowing of centering-breathing-stretching meditation,
but has had no experience,
no education or training or therapy of this ecosystemic nature.
So, I told her she could go to youtube,
but I'm thinking that breathing Yang in
to breathe Yin out
probably won't mean too much to her,
much less breathing in Interdependent Earth
and breathing out EmptyEgo,
so I added,
Just breathe in radiant empowering God the Father
and breathe out the One MultiCulturing MindBody of Christ's
And, with his hyperactivity,
it will probably be easier for him to begin doing this while walking
at some comfortable pace
away from sounds of too much Yang,
I mean, the sounds of machines.
He will teach himself, over time,
to bring this centering focus
into his inside sitting and standing,
listening and speaking, voices
as he more Left-Right ego/eco-balance matures.
This seemed to register for her,
perhaps both Left deductive and Right inductive.
It was past time for her to pull away.
As I watched her diesel exhaust follow her down laurel hill road,
I wondered about why the Western mind
seems so stuck on seeing the secular and sacred
as if two distinctively different and incompatible worlds.
Why theological faith cannot also be teleological belief,
and vice versa,
and one need not be more or less wisdom-elite than the other.
Why humane nature cannot also be sacred-divine nurturing,
the still speaking and listening voices of Elders past
running through our rivers of veins and arteries,
through our bones and marrow,
through our brains
as secular-deductive minds
with sacred-inductive bodies,
absorbing both regenerative and degenerative EarthBound-energies.
Why must we have such a transcendent divide
between our Creator God of regenerative nutritional processes
and our more immediate re-creative human natural embodied mind
of and for regenerative health and safety progress?
I can see where a theologically all-powerful God
emerges through multiculturing polypathic teleology
of regenerative positive health and nurturance.
And, I can also see my teleological meaning
as climaxing within a Beloved Community of Ego/EcoMessiahs
and Bodhisattva Warriors of and for peace
and EarthTribal justice;
coincidentally breathing now,
and breathing through RNA and DNA memories of prehistory's regenesis,
and carrying seeds of future nature/nurture regenerations.
Why is nondual co-arising theology and teleology
such a roadblock for the LeftBrain dominant mind?
This dominance over Western theology and teleology
was historically and culturally,
secularly and sacredly,
intending to act as a bootstrap,
a cooperative lifeline more than a competitive deadline,
teleological-theological co-arising nonduality
of Eastern bilateral karmic positive/negative strength
with abundant flow of Western co-messianic grace,
Left and Right
West and East
North and South
CerebralCortex and BrainStem,
Too much Yang sub-optimizing diesel-fueled politics,
not enough WinWin EcoLogos
of Sacred CoOperative CoOwnership Economics.
Too much breathing in God the all-loving Father,
not enough exercising out
this One MultiCulturing MindBody of Christ's
nurturing theological and naturing teleological
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
Thirty to fifty percent of scientifical discoveries are accidents is some manner chances are a fortunate happenstance serendipitous events can generate important research ideas this means science will accidently find God one day
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
I set aside my faith
In my foolish youth
To rid myself of error
To seek the vaunted truth
The coming of Messiah
The letters writ in red
The entirety of canon - seemed
My scripture was the skeptics
Their works - theology
The principles of science -
The great eupraxsophy
Then in a sterling moment
Of all-surpassing grace
I met the risen Jesus
I met Him face-to-face
I stumbled – I stammered
Unsure of how to greet
The humble Nazarene - I
Had endeavored not to meet
Copyright © David Rudisill | Year Posted 2016
A Tao (0)Mega Tipping Point Zen-Christ
could become no better or worse than your own spiritual experiences
of your own bicameral mindbody of Christianity.
These Christ-icons are all made of the same LeftBrain yeast
becoming fully diastatic bread
becoming RightBrain's fully diastatically Beloved Community Body.
Jesus of Nazareth
was neither the first nor last
to recognize both Self and Other
as bread of life
sun of life
light of life
son/daughter of life
words of life
yeast of life
body of life
body and blood of life.
On the other hand
Laotse may have been the first and last
to see Self within syncretically enculturing ElderOther
dipolar yeast health-diastolic,
avoiding more static flat-line pathologies.
Tao of Yang body-life
reverse-facing double notnot humored YinYin
wu wei's flow of diastatic ego-death,
reproduces a great deal of in-between cognitive-affective dissonance,
so the devil appears within details
inscrutable Eastern nondual co-arising ecometric politics of namaste,
LeftBrain Western enculturation dominance
tolerates, with chronic stress irritations,
all our yeasty Taos
of full 7-Grain Sabbath Breads of Life
longing to conjoin
in and through Beloved Spirit-Natured Communities.
I suppose a Jewish therapist
deeply immersed within the Torah,
reading words of Jesus
in the first three gospels
might easily imagine these the teachings
of an often depressed schizophrenic
with compulsive self-obsession
as a sacrificial lamb
living in an unredeemed economy,
but this sidesteps sacred truths,
yeast does transubstantiate diastolically through organic bodies,
a positively deviant virus becoming fertile nutritional commodities
for anthrocentrically benign-as-healthy
wealthy evolving purposes,
etching yet evolving through yeasty regenerations
of self-redeeming health with beauty generations.
If the original primal Christian intent
was also the Tao of Self+Other ecoconscious
egocentric sacrifice to (0)Zen Center,
then Jesus of Nazareth was also transubstantiating
Eastern nondual co-arising ecology of nature-spirit mindbodies
into Jewish sacred organic ecopolitically correct sheepish language.
But, this inquisition about
humane icons with divinely evolving spirit-souls,
each holonically RNA/DNA integrative-proportional-relational
instructions for a folding
prefolding fractal Universe of organic health becoming
continues within each living cell's core rooting system,
each yeasty plasmatic culture,
each health v pathology subclimate
with four equivalent seasons,
trinitarian LeftBrain traces
across bilaterally eternal co-present notpast/notfuture
Elder RightBrains never die,
they simply enter and exit deep erotic/agapic sleeps,
co-arising positives as notnot quite so much is more.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
you say, time travel, as if
we could somehow bend
all that was or ever will be -
perhaps crying crystals
or lit aligning alchemy...
though whichever way we
would come at such ideas
we're clueless whenever it
pertains to warping waves
besides we'd be tampering
with nature and bloodlines
not to mention how our big
egos fancy us gods already
Copyright © james blaylock | Year Posted 2016
In his hand is a smoking rose, as the sorcerer is in flagrante delicto,
in his own image the beast has made an army of self, with one mind.
These did not come, through the matrix of a woman but were hatched,
from counterfeit tubes. Dark images, after his kind, witch grafted.
The clones will kill those, that disobey him and even worse, if they do.
What a vicious viperous brood, entering this world stillborn,
without a God-given soul and only here to kill and control.
The destroyer, with crimson legions of bestial clones, marking his throne,
making you believe, that science fiction is really a honed science.
It will be like some Atlantean phoenix, rising from the ashes of war.
A golden purple metropolis of soulless human clones possessed,
by ruthless fallen ones. The spirits of these, Antichrists have already, through science fiction. Demonically indoctrinate a generation to believe,
that they are ancient aliens, which once seeded the earth and
for man to be complete, they must receive alien DNA.
The serpent seeds have already been laid, from the town of Bedrock,
to Gattaca and to it's empirical foundation, so called science.
Deceiving, through a host of in-between's, nether never land's and
by countless other Silent hills, within his imagination.
As the beast calls down, the fire rose from the airy heavens,
in the sight of the blind seer. A death star has become complete,
with deadly accuracy. While the sleeping world, becomes an Image Nation.
Sadistic Satan tortures his own, for five months,
because they have received the marker.
They can no longer die nor be redeemed,
by the living God but by then they will know,
it is too late, within an eternal fiery prison
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
A Homeless person is nothing but a distracting sideshow on the sidewalk to
most people they can not help them ease the misery of the alcoholism or even
feed them and yet iff ewe ask them are all of you a Christian they would ring
choruses of resounding yeses in choral verses posted on the internet in three
part harmonic glee club performances. Eye have seen some bad men posing as
people. A man walking to the mission once his duffle causing him to shuffle eye
asked him to let me help him and this is what he told me. He was very angry and
he was posing as a human. This will now become his story.
Eye am an American Christian, eye do not need the help you have offered just
leave my fate to me eye suffer an old war injury the knee cap it is plastic not
meant to be abused but eye can carry twice as much as you. Even with my bad
leg eye can get where eye am going if this bothers you then hide and watch my
passing. He had to be hiding something and this is later to be revealed. The offer
of help was the Christian in me just reaching out to someone less fortunate and
needy. The thorns in the people you meet can make the fellowship falter and
miss and make a man wonder at this life time to come. Now when we had gotten
where we were going and he had made me belittled all the way the real long day
was over and he still would not shut up so hear what he now had to say. He said
you be quiet in that bed or eye will shoot you full of lead and that is when he
pulled a pistol from his bag and that must be why he has so much trouble with
the weight it must have weighed a ton there is not another feeling in this world
my dear and gentle reader as laying in a MISSION bed just waiting for the sound
of that dropped hammer on the gun he must be the American Christian.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008
In between mental boundaries,with new fathoming’s to founder.Surreptitiously approaching, one’s ownunconscious mind colloquy.Looking for the entrance,introspectively the door is not there,so how to circumvent this block?Did they just naturally imagine this,compartment subconsciously?Expressing this waggle dance from a cloister,past falling into rabbit holes and the rainbows,standing on the threshold of imaginary doors.Drinking both bottles and taking both red and blue pills,at the same time, metaphorically speaking,past the matrix of choice, spiritually speaking.More than chemical and more than electrical!These are but high imaginations, to cast down.The myth of only ten percent of brain use andon the contemplation, of things of the mind.We should ask the creator of the mind yet,so many, stand at the door and dismiss it as imaginary,while some stand on the other side,beckoning them to come to and go through the door.Please consider this! John 10:9 I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
The Jesus said that Love will save us.
Will give, protect us and direct.
Then he was gone but gave example
That only Love can resurrect.
The time has passed and facts were juggled.
The faith and science are at war.
Nevertheless, one thing is common -
True Love was always in their core.
It doesn't matter what we're doing:
Make love, give love or are loved back.
A simple drop of frozen water
Just blossoms up when Love is next.
Throughout countless religions,
Civilizations, twists and turns.
The Love was always in their mission
And we have praised it in our songs.
So, doesn't matter if it's Christmas
Or Hanukkah, or other turn.
We raise our glass and hug each other
To spread the Love and thank newborn.
Copyright © Russell Grushco | Year Posted 2016
History is like poetry.
Sometimes there is no reason.
Politicians are like frogs.
It's just the same croaking sound
Casual sex is cheap
Like selling a beautiful necklace
Keep asking why I don't want kids.
Do yourself a favor.
Ask John Walsh.
No one on their deathbed says:
"You know what?
I should've worked a bit more."
You can't hug or kiss your kid
Through a smartphone
Or a computer screen.
Stay in a bathtub
For thirty years.
Then you'll know how Tilikum felt.
What is the largest storage facility
It's the graveyard.
Hurtful words are like
Feathers in the wind.
You can't take back what you said.
"God is our loving Father—"
"Then why do you leave Him broken-hearted?"
Ravens are marvelous birds...
Until they croak out the word:
It must take a soul of steel
To hold yourself back
From throwing a punch.
Science is frightening.
It's like traveling in
A bottomless pit.
I don't want fame.
I don't want money.
All I need
Is a spoon and bowl.
Mathematics and being a Christian:
Easy to learn,
Hard to practice.
Wheat vs Weeds
Humility vs Pride
What'd you think grows faster?!
We don't recognize we're like butterflies:
Our life spans are
Copyright © Isabel San Martin | Year Posted 2017