Math is all around us. It's the glue that holds the world
together and astounds us, part of God's spoken Word.
It's here!...It's there!...It's everywhere! In Heaven and on Earth.
A gift from God's creative mind. It governs from our birth.
The fool says there is no God, everything is just by chance.
I know God has a plan, for us to love and sing and dance.
In God’s wisdom we truly find our reasons to exist.
And Math will be there with you. On that, God does insist.
Without there is no Science; no Physics...nor Chemistry.
Math, of course, our great reliance! To live with harmony.
Yes, Math includes the music, and prose that we so love.
Sweet gifts from Holy Father, who governs from above.
No matter where we go in Life, no matter what we do,
We can count a thing that matters, and it's Math for me and you.
Governs all with His grace
Gentles fears with His guard
Gilds our lives with giggles
Gathers prayers with love
Grips us safe when falling
Grants knowledge for best lives
Glorious is His love
E = MC9² FLIGHT CODE
Energy = Mass x Light to the 9th power ²
E = MC9² this the Great Man Knows
Unto The Sun, The Source Code
I the Great King of the Solar Current, Ruler of the Abodes
the one who Governs C9, Vanquishing C2 to the Throne
Nine Light Realms I Traverse
Solar Rexus, the Sovereign of the Metaverse
Oscillating in Bandwidths , Blue and Violet Throned
the Stellar Djed, traversing beyond 3D Light Code
Burn Bright, the Throne Room of the Eternal Mind
Freed We Are when we are, Ever Of Light
E = MC9² Escape Velocity, I'm on the Run
Full Ascent, C2 to C9, I Become The Sun
When heart is at peace
It heals the soul
The troubled heart though to tease
Is a blessing in disguise on patrol
The soul may feel for itself
But the heart stand in for its elf
I wonder if heart blossom in its freedom
Won't it fail healing disturbed mind in addendum
Heart's freedom governs the system
Definitely, to aid others won't be a problem
How blessed I am on the go!
When my heart is at peace, bows ego.
Before a word is spoken
Before that seed is even broken
Let me bow to the untroubled maker of the heart
The keeper of what is hidden like a thought
Oh teach me to speak not from the noise but from knowing
Not tripped in anger but understanding
So let these words not wander without a root
Of anchored truth which no time can uproot
I speak of what already exists and not merely mine
He is the witness to the laws that governs the unseen
He knows why love builds what hatred breaks
And what we carry within becomes what we create
Heed to this voice with insight and clarity
that the heart is the garden I speak of
Whoever feeds on envy starves the heart
He who sows bitterness reaps loneliness
No feast of darkness satisfies only a pure heart knows fullness
Hate enfeebles the purity of friendship love restored and unite
A spiteful tongue drives peace away
But a gentle spirit halts when hatred knocks in
Therefore choose your seed wisely
For the heart is the garden you tend
And this is it.
Rights Reserved
Universe rules, it watches, it has no time, it is endless.
Universe has many, it governs all, it is endless, it learns, it grows.
Universe is alive, it has many eyes, it moves, it breathes, it writes decrees.
Universe is in control, it takes no prisoners, it only gives out what it deserves.
Universe is beautiful, it has so much, it has no walls, it has no end, it is full of awe and gives to all its kin.
Universe is full of love, sometimes it gets mad, and makes us all shake with fear and makes us feel afraid of the unknown.
Universe rules, and will always be in control, we are just trapped in this place, walking home to our true place in space.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
O Israel,
greatness hides in humility.
The proud sword shines briefly.
The quiet hand rules longer.
An African proverb whispers:
a king who governs by violence
shortens his own reign.
Aggression summons aggression.
Blood remembers blood.
If you seek to lead
the Middle East,
do not conquer with fire.
Conquer with patience.
Water defeats stone
not by force
but by persistence.
Soft power is the unseen army.
Humility is its shield.
Through war
you carve memory
into the hearts of generations.
Victory today
can plant rebellion tomorrow.
Pain travels through time.
Children inherit it.
If peace is desired,
let wisdom speak.
Two peoples
must breathe the same horizon.
Brotherhood and sisterhood
build what armies cannot.
A nation becomes greater
when it learns restraint.
The soft heart
moves mountains
the sword cannot touch.
Remember this:
Empires endure
not by fear alone
but by the consent
of those who live beside them.
And the universe itself
leans toward those
who choose wisdom
over conquest.
The world burns.
Not from kings.
From systems.
Men rise like pieces on a board.
Netanyahu.
Trump.
Moves, not masters.
The hand is unseen.
Jeffrey Epstein is gone.
But roads remain.
Maps outlive the cartographer.
While citizens sleep,
fed noise,
trained to survive,
an ideology walks freely.
Ignorance is the softest prison.
Knowledge, the only key.
Who frees a people
who will not wake?
Fear governs now.
Fear funds war.
Fear writes policy.
The Middle East bleeds
not by accident,
but by design left behind in files,
and followed without question.
Freedom is never gifted.
It is taken—
or it disappears.
Money drains upward.
Wisdom does not follow.
Donald Trump is not the system.
He is a mirror it provided.
Power prefers servants
who believe they rule.
Epstein is not a man here.
He is a method.
A pattern.
A lesson ignored.
Those with eyes—
see.
Those with ears—
listen.
He rules only
until the people remember
who they are.
In the Vastness of the Universe only One thing stands true
that the only thing Centralized Is The Sun in which too is also found within you,
where there is Fire there is Light
where there is Light there is Life,
where there is Life there is Proof
that what dwells beyond is Absolute,
to the Celestials we ride for from the Celestial we are
there the Eternal Blazes from the Earth to the Stars,
and we Ride High to the Sky towards Heavenly Bliss
and make a wish that one day All Shall Witness This,
that the Great Source of All shall reclaim its Fallen State
and find Grace, in the Hollow Race and Raise it to Thy Holy Place
what goes up shall surely come down, and what stands firm in place Is The Sun
which Governs All Life, All knowing, All Giving, All Is One
Power without wisdom
is only noise.
Gold does not teach judgment.
Office does not teach restraint.
A ruler is measured
by what he withholds,
not by what he blurts.
Racism is not strength.
It is intellectual poverty
wearing a crown.
To insult in public
is to confess smallness.
Even beasts know
their limits.
Democracy that elevates folly
betrays its own purpose.
When ignorance governs,
the state weakens itself.
A leader in a multiracial house
who divides by skin
rules already in decline.
Votes cannot sanctify cruelty.
Elections do not absolve vice.
A builder preserves.
A destroyer provokes.
When prejudice speaks from the throne,
the empire begins
to fracture.
History is patient.
It records
everything.
He promised greatness.
He delivered noise.
He spoke of peace—
and scattered it into violence.
A ruler is measured
by order.
He governs by disorder.
Each word escapes
before understanding arrives.
He mistakes volume for authority.
Fame for command.
He believes the state
is a stage,
and leadership a role.
But nations are not films.
And power does not applaud.
Allies withdraw quietly.
Even folly has a limit.
For he who wishes to be obeyed
must first know
how to command himself.
Wealth crowned him,
but wisdom never followed.
Gold does not govern.
Humility does.
The people were promised protection.
They received confusion.
A single man
can weaken a great house
when vanity replaces counsel.
History will not ask
how loud he was—
but how much he damaged.
And future tongues will whisper:
Not a tyrant.
Not a genius.
Only
a champion
of stupidity.
Exploitation is the dream of the class that governs,
Capitalists are friends of the class that governs.
Every economy desires salvation desperately,
Does all it can to earn profit desperately.
Forces are trained for devils and enemies,
Cursing poor civilians like devils and enemies.
Exploiters call themselves lucky through ways tricky,
The rules are made to keep the system lucky and tricky.
The system of governing is slowly captured by the greedy,
People of the society serve their friends, the greedy.
The blood of innocent creatures satiates the hunger of,
Devils who hide themselves in cloth worn half.
Slogans are made to show the emptiness of mind,
Programs are developed by exploiters of a devilish kind.
The bombs drop less on targets but more on hospitals,
Houses, schools and news talk through stories of hospitals.
"With you is the sorce of life"
The sky, the land, the sea
The wind, the rain, the sun
The very breath in me.
I once asked the question,
Why you yourself did not descend...
If you were to die
The universe would end!
Once you raised your Son from death
You gave him immortality.
You planned to grant him kingship
For all eternity.
Although his rulership began
In the year 1914,
The physical evidence of his reign
Is still in future to be seen.
Like you, this kind and caring king
Rules from the realms above.
In harmony with your will
He governs your earth with love.
His heart will glow, his eyes will shine
As he reverses the effects of sin,
While he brings to full fruition
The vision you saw to begin.
This mighty king Christ Jesus
Will soon bring wars to an end.
He won't be a distant entity
But forever our close friend.
(Psalm 36:9, Romans 6:9, Psalm 46:9)
As I get older
And as I amble and imbibe
The wafting of the aroma of roses
And as I get older
I still rock (just not in a chair)
And I roll with the lingo
Of the younger generation
I think things are sick
I try not to throw shade
I think somethings are fire
I am stupidly blessed
(and I say in my Hampton Orphanage drawl)
One hundred percent
As I get older
I find (as Ben Franklin confessed)
That the God of Heaven
Governs the affairs of mankind
The good, the bad and the ugly
And as I get older
(I said older not old)
I am a work in progress
According to the Lord
And as I head to
The autumn of my life
(The words of my Army buddy
And amateur sage Jack
Echo in my mind)
"People say
I am in my own little world,
That's ok,
at least everyone knows me there."
In the market of choices, we're faced with a test,
Between health and affordability, which one to invest?
Fresh fruits and greens, a pricey delight,
While processed snacks and sweets, shine with cheaper light.
The junk food aisles, a treasure to behold,
Cheap and tempting treats, that our taste buds are told.
But at what cost, dear health, do we indulge and play,
Trading wellness for pennies, in a harmful, tasty way?
The irony of economics, that governs our plate,
Where healthy choices are costly, and junk food is first-rate.
But let's not be fooled, by the price tag's disguise,
For good health is worth every penny, and a wise, lifelong surprise.
So let's invest in our well-being, and make a conscious choice,
To prioritize our health, and rejoice in a wholesome voice.
For though it may seem pricey, the cost of healthy living is true,
A valuable investment, in a life that's vibrant, and anew.
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