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As a result of Covid-19 we now worship corporately on Zoom.
And for its creators this is generating a financial boom.
But man was not the inventor of wireless communication.
This medium was built into humans by God at creation.
When Adam woke up and saw Eve their wireless signals did mesh,
he declared her to bone of his bones and flesh of his flesh.
And at the sight of God their Creator, there was an instant affinity,
between the newly created humans and The Divine Majesty.
After sin severed the physical connection between God and mankind,
the wireless communication system came into greater demand.
God spoke to the prophets by his Holy Spirt who in their minds resided.
And through them his will for fallen man has since been communicated.
Through the platform of prayer, we wirelessly connect with our Maker,
and the Holy Spirt who lives within us, serves as the divine translator,
ensuring that our prayers uttered with words which are like weak signals,
travel across the vastness of the cosmic realm and reach heaven’s portals.
The Bible, God’s holy Word, is another part of his communication platform.
Through it he speaks to his children and make their lives to his will conform.
Without the mechanism of God’s built-in wireless connection,
any attempt to worship him would always end in frustration.
Manmade systems of communication are prone to interruption.
Poor internet connections are a source of much frustration.
But when we want to talk with God there is always a reliable line,
that was made available and is kept open by Jesus, “The Vine.”
So, if you sense a void deep in your soul and a yearning for something more,
your maker is trying to reach you via wireless connection, of this you can be sure.
Stop trying to ignore him and start engaging with him by reading his Word,
then utilize the platform of prayer and ask him to become your Savior and Lord.
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I am black and I have the ability to glorify the King
I am great and in believing in him, I have authority over all things
I am the Father and Mother of past, present and future
Peacemakers, Educators, Scientists, Musicians, Scholars, Kings and Queens
I am John Love the sharpener inventor
I am Mae C. Jemison the astronaut
I am Martin Luther King the peacemaker
I am Toni Morrison a contemporary novelist.
I am Muhammad Ali the boxer
I am Wilma Rudolph the Olympic track and field champion
I am Tiger woods the golfer
I am Lucy Laney the educator.
I am Jack Johnson the heavyweight
I am Rosa Parks the segregation leader
I am Jesse Wilkins the physicist and mathematician
I am Serena Williams a tennis player.
I am Isaac Murphy the great through-bred jockey
I am Bessie Coleman the first licensed African American pilot
I am Chester Burnett the blues singer
I am Eleanor Holmes a politician and civil rights activist.
I am Thomas Dorsey the father of gospel music
I am Chadwick Boseman the famous Black Panther actor
I am Barack Obama the forty-four first
Black Afro-American president, we are the future.
We are the hope for the lost and forgotten generation.
Everything is 'normal' - the balance has shifted,
even lady footballers have suddenly become gifted,
electric cars and now public trips to the stars,
it's said that certain sexual people may be banned from bars.
I'm not smoking in Bhutan but vaping in Uzbekistan,
the scent of grass is on the US plains, that's hash not ground,
I'm not sure if you're Miss or Mister, must be sinister,
you don't like me cos I'm brown, you'll never have my tan mate.
Everyone's protesting, I'm going to glue myself to someone's ****,
I'll only agree to something, my wishes - if it fits,
I don't like this, I don't like that, cats eyes inventor,
if he'd seen the cat the other way round, he'd have invented the pencil sharpener.
Seriously tho,' we must take action - we will all be gone,
destroyed, God's beautiful plan - until the next one comes along.
He is the Creator, the Author
The One who abides, lives on the inside
He is the designer, the inventor
He makes a way through every struggle
He lifts the spirit when everything
Seems like it is tumbling down
Leaving the heart so full of doubt
He is the Maker, the originator
The One who decides, the One who guides
Through spiritual darkness, through fears
That taunt, haunt – so daunting
He is the light that reflects all the wonder
The peace and the joy, the hope
For a world filled with His splendor and glory
He is the Way, the Truth and the Life
He stills the storms and calms the cyclone
His love is like a flood of inspiration
He colors the thoughts in bright illumination
Starry skies and rainbows with smiles
Preparing the heart, charming the soul
Growing with compassion and mercy
Grace that overcomes and always amazes
He is the One who I go to in faith
When I need someone who I know truly cares
Someone who will be a friend like no other
A friend who is closer than any brother
He opens my eyes to the beauty of a life
Filled with His insight, His creativity, His muse
The wonder of a love brighter than the sun
Because it is alive – it is breathless and wise
It is the brilliance of One who truly is the SONLIGHT!
I’m gonna do it again, put my fears, questions and worries into my pen. Watch the ink release the hold its grip has had me in. Fear has been my main attraction. I never need a ticket as I dictate and delegate all of the action and many transactions. That's right your eyes and ears seen and heard correct. I am Frankenstein, the inventor of the dread that has had me crippled within my own head. I made this bed. I meticulously formed places for my mistrust, faithless, fear driven, case-less theories, to root and grow . Swallowing me whole, for already forgiven sins, from the box man In confession. Now to redo that section without deception, as deceitful balloons eventually pop from the misconception, that you are free after 10 hail Mary’s and your donated fiscal blessing into the box. I release the pressure I created in my own head. How peaceful it feels, to just let your hearts kettle decompress and express, anything that has been fighting to live within you without loves breath. Hatred was starting to form and take over my head. Faith never left, it just stepped aside and allowed me the opportunity to decide if I was going to continue to turn myself into a monster I despise or into a being full of hope and life. He gave us choice, and only in our time will we be able to give it a voice. Not even a scientist can theorize the truth its invisible except to few. We are our own hope operators, mental surgeons, word makers, feeling scientists and yes confessional takers . The need has always been within, the keys were always there to find. It was the lock that you placed before you let go of fear from your mind, that kept you crippled and discouraged from any attempt to fight for your own life.
My old mate, Dan, has a hole in his roof
It’s really not like him to tell you the truth
He maintains his house so it’s sound as a pound
But I don’t know why he’s nowhere to be found
Dan’s a war hero and part time inventor
He goes nowhere near that new furniture centre
He modifies ordinance for a new purpose
He’s fitted his house out with World War Two surplus
His sofa is seats from a Douglas transporter
That ditched, in the war, in the sea off Gibraltar
His armchair came out of an old war plane too
But that’s not here either, and that’s a big clue
That hole in the roof that shouldn’t be there
And also the fact of the missing armchair
Which once held an airman the war couldn't beat
I’d bet that armchair was an ejector seat
Sheestah was the original Steampunk Peddler woman who could.
She wandered Kansas prairies in 1873 like no female ever should.
She was an inventor, an artist, a cartoonist, and worst….
She did not do any cooking or cleaning or carry a common purse
She wore a pirate’s outfit, and she had a pirate kind of ugly buggly bird.
She sold ideas to other women which men considered rather absurd.
Sheestah talked them into trying to get the vote for their kind of course.
She got tossed out of towns for not riding in a cart or with a horse.
She is the oddest, weirdest excuse for a woman we have ever seen!
Said the jealous men who were angry her contraption ran on steam.
She invented it herself! They cried out, angry as all get out.
Some went home and put their lips out in a giant “little boy” pout.
Sheestah heard the rumors and she laughed all the way to the bank.
Her inventions brought in so much money; she had herself to thank.
She was an independent woman, a philanthropist, a thinker, tis true.
I would have loved to have known her. How about you?
the city hums like a drunk insect,
half asleep, half insane—
and somewhere in a courthouse
a man in a clean shirt
is dreaming up another reason
to lock someone away.
they call it justice,
I call it inventory control.
bodies in orange are the new wheat fields—
they grow them, harvest them,
feed the system its daily bread.
you can’t sell peace,
you can’t profit off mercy,
so they build fear instead—
polish it, legislate it,
print it on letterhead
and call it safety.
meanwhile the cops prowl
like bored dogs looking for bones,
and the judges stack souls
like cordwood behind their eyes.
he has to invent new laws—
petty ones, quiet ones,
ones that sound like rules
for living clean—
but they’re just nets
to catch the poor,
the drunk,
the tired,
the ones who ran out of hope
before morning came.
and me?
I drink to that man,
the great inventor of misery,
because without him
the bars would rust,
the cells would echo with silence,
and the truth—
the raw, unprofitable truth—
might just walk free.
I am the war of
1812.
I am Standard Oil
Dripping with wealth.
I am Edgar Allen Poe
And Beethoven.
I am the first time the
Kentucky Derby opens.
I am the battle at
Wounded knee.
I am giving of the Statue
Of Liberty.
I am the sewing machine
Gets a Patent.
I am Darwin and Uncle
Tom's cabin.
I am Abe Lincoln and the
Gettysburg Address.
I am they place Geronimo
Under arrest.
I am Jack the ripper and
Sherlock Holmes.
I am Alexander Graham Bell
Inventing the telephone.
I am the book Alice in
Wonderland.
I am the inventor
Thomas Edison.
I am the Lewis and Clark
Expedition.
I am the first Olympic game
Competition.
I am the opium war and the
Louisiana Purchase.
I am Florence Nightingale
At your service.
I am the Kodak camera
Box.
I am Moby Dick and
Karl Marx.
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Entrusted by the Gods
with the secrets of heavens,
Nikola Tesla, *
like a new Prometheus, **
into the deem-lighten world of
phenomena walked
determined to dissipate ignorance's fog
and
let divinity's knowledge of universal
laws shine bright.
Alas,
Man's haze of confusion and doubt
didn't allow the intensity of his shining mind illumine
technology's path till its ultimate goal
thus
living unanswered many questions asked by us,
mere mortals, who still strive to comprehend the
magnitude of his genius
that
was impregnated with the cosmological principles of
being and becoming which constitute the
eternal truth that steers the Cosmos!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 January 2020
* Nikola TESLA, Serbian - American inventor, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer and futurist. Born 1856, died in 1943.
** In Greek mythology, Prometheus is a Titan who is credited with the
creation of Man from clay and who defies the gods by stealing fire and giving it to humanity.