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Quantum mechanics proves that we can be put back to,
Particles, atoms, matter and gas by physical reactions,
But such indeterminism was fought by C S Lewis boldly,
Who used capitals mid-sentence for personifications.
He wanted to personify morality and the virtues,
So said Right and Justice to detach the judge,
From the justice, from the boyfriend or the neighbour,
So that from Hawking we would in some way budge.
But libertarianism contravenes philosophical necessarianism,
By forwarding that we all have alternative possible actions.
Says we’re not predetermined by prior events and engagements,
Through a divine agent that coalesces and notions,
That truth is out there is a fact, out with our command,
But truth is real, essentially original, humanly discovered;
A god cannot call it or claim its curvature or inception,
Because an agent would make our interpretation blurred.
Truth is not solely objective, bestowed supernaturally,
But is a human relativity which we believe, tell or embody;
We all have our own being which can reap desolation,
Or liberation, if we choose to personify it for somebody.
"Dead Star Compass"
When you’ve lost
your entire world
and there’s no return,
you either fold your cards
or join the Legion.
we fought
on the front lines.
the Normals said
we were on a suicide mission;
not so, more like we joined
to feel something,
Human.
even
if it was
through
the fire of
others' pain.
those who thought
they weren’t lost,
had just lost their world,
without warning -
or so they thought,
in the blinding pitch
of those ignoble
and damaged
war torn dark night
dire days.
crying tears
of blood
for the loss
of their abducted
innocent children
let's not forget,
the petrified childhoods
they’d lost themselves,
without mercy,
to the unjustified unjust.
there was a place for
displaced perspective.
how shall I put it?
there came to those,
who were
poetically
disassociating,
in that terrible time,
the chronicles
of those long strung out
lost wasted days -
a unique
frame of reference
some might say,
an intuitive inner voice
commanding ghosts,
those surviving discards
covered in visible
and invisible bruises,
a strange need
to put on the armour of
an oddly solitary,
idiosyncratic, and
quite unexpected -
spiritual union?
Inside what remained
of the human heart,
the magnetised poles
like a compass spinning
revolutionary,
unexplained and fast -
hypnotised us,
the tainted discards,
supernaturally North,
towards that which
was long considered
a lost,
dead star.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
The Drift
by Odin Roark
How far such distance?
One’s birth is so innocent
Only to be lifted
Set alight to learn gravity
Where emotions
Intellect
Transcendence
All vie for a bit of influence
Such small minds
Of gaping eyes
Gaze at the unknown
While adults
Parents
Teachers
Clergy
Smile
Announce without foresight
Welcome!
So goes the drift
That levitational ricochet
Set up by massive influences
Bumping
Pulling
Shoving
Trajectories destined for…
Who knows?
Unknown reason
Becomes one’s journey
Even though some assume an answer
Wisdom suggests
We may not have a clue
Nature doesn’t play the same games
Human species wallow in
Our intelligence betrays us
Tricks us into believing
We have the answer
When all along
What if there be no confirmations
Only delusional answers?
Will we still plod forward
Believing we can overcome
The enigmatic gravitational force
That which often pulls our heart down
Usually into sadness
Our mind
Usually into crushing disappointment
Our souls…
Well
I’ll leave that to the supernaturally bright
The elite who know not drifting
At least not until…
Kamca you are so beautiful. I see you and everything is paradise. for me you are perfection
I love you Kami. Today is Jesus Second Birthday.
Thank you for always being a rock in my life.
When I lost my dad right after I had lost your friendship it was like I was so lost
Jesus you are always with me
I have you Photo Lord on my Xbox and my Facebook account
Jesus you created her Kami and with her you have made perfection in my eyes
I know to the world she is not perfection but when I see her Lord I see you in her eyes
Kami your newest photo with your dad you look even more beautiful than I ever imagined a human could look. You look supernaturally beautiful to me.
when I was hanging out with Jesus recently he gave me so much peace. can you imagine Lord Jesus hanging out with me in my dreams I am just Patrick from Chicago you know.
I Love you Kami, I love you Jesus, I love everyone in Kami's world. Please Jesus bless us all forgive us all especially Bless Kami and her family and everyone she loves forever amen.
I like to eat tomatoes.
The ones that grow from odd vines.
Whistling sounds.
A slight shine.
I like to grow tomatoes.
All of the dirt in the world wouldn’t be enough.
Seeds which are supposed to be tomato seeds.
They appear anywhere.
Vines that are plentiful,
But we can’t share, no.
There is nothing except tomatoes and their vines.
In this world.
I like to eat tomatoes.
Sliced supernaturally thin.
The crust of the vine.
Ends with nothing.
There is nothing left.
Except what grows on the ends of those vines.
That appear in my bedroom and tangle me up.
Scratch my arms and legs.
I like to grow things.
With dirt, rain, and sun.
Maybe a sprinkle of something odd.
Like the glistening of my eyes in the morning.
They appear anywhere.
Dreams or not.
Awake or tending to the land.
I don’t remember having 20 acres.
A forest of tomatoes.
Tend not to let anyone inside.
I like to eat tomatoes.
Which scratch my arms and legs.
Maybe a sprinkle of something odd.
So long ago did it.
There is nothing left.
Except my soul in those vines.
Like stormy raindrops of terror sowing panic and greed;
Like a dark and deadly cloud descending upon the planet
whose purpose is destruction; Like rising tides from all seven seas,
destined to destabilize the shores of nations; The coronavirus is seeking
a host for its own survival. It must be resisted and stopped in its tracks!
Dear Lord, we need an antidote. O Lord, we need a vaccine. The CDC
indicates that we are a year removed from having a cure to kill the Coronavirus. Lord, fear and trepidation have wrapped their hands around many nations of the world, stopping them in their tracks. We ask you to replace this fear with the antidote of hope, vision, and faith.
Lord, for your glory and not our goodness, may we live and not die to tell of your goodness and great mercies to this generation.
Lord, we pray that you will supernaturally expand the present intellectual capacity of the mind of mankind and expedite the cure for this epidemic; and may you grant YOUR WISDOM to those who are so faithfully laboring for a vaccine. We pray that the plague will be halted expeditiously and that mankind the world over will see and acknowledge your great mercies.
And O Lord God, we humbly bow to your bidding and appeal to your magnanimous grace even though we are not deserving of the least of your blessings. In the name of Jesus Christ, we pray. Amen.
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I have a home with bushel basket filled with human delights.
Toe shoes so old that still are so magically bright.
They are winking at me right now here in the night
And comfort me, when I feel a harmful, hateful, slight.
My studio Communion picture is staring at me.
A much young Panagiota,
So innocent, her days so divinelly carefree.
A photoraph of me on that very sad day, my Grandpa died,
I wept so hard, he was forever at my side.
There is nothing in this room, that has zero connection
to the past.
They all are still living things, and even their scents,
Magically, almost supernaturally~last and last.
I wish you all happiness, let all bitterness pass.
You are more than the face in the mirror of glass.
Panagiota Romios
4/30/ 2019
9:159m PST
Seek the Creator and then you'll rejoice!
Get alone. Still your mind and you'll hear His voice!
Get a good Bible translation, it will save you some time.
Open it, ask the Father to please open your mind.
The words on the page will become Supernaturally clear.
At times you make think God is speaking in your ear.
For me gentle and positive thoughts come to my mind.
That are perfectly related to the bible verses I find.
God inspired minds to write this whole book for you.
Imagine if you let Him, what He could do for you too!
Without Him you could read a verse over and over again.
And after praying, it suddenly you understand!
Even the eleven Disciples left during Jesus time.
In Luke 24:45 He had to open their minds!
Nonbeliever and Doubters only see a book.
But it takes God to give you supernatural vision to look!
We all live in this world that's cursed and filled with strife.
The Bible's purpose is to navigate us through this life.
Pastor's can give you basic's to help you to understand.
But God says I will teach you not a woman or man!
Don't let anyone teach you while charging you a fee.
When you can go to the Father himself and get it for free!
He awakes
two full hours
later than usual.
Well his dreams
disturbed his sleep
several times just before dawn
and he awoke to a safe place
where everything gradually made sense.
And the cat came in
fell asleep on his legs.
Samuel is grateful to the cat
for crediting him with humanity,
believing that cats have
a way of honoring those
fundamentally good, at least not harmful.
Samuel is sorry to miss
the early morning hours.
The satisfying
part of the day will abruptly end
as sources of irritation soon
begin filtering through his life.
But the sun is gleaming in the Winter sky.
The trees seem supernaturally tall,
dark lines of the branches,
nude branches like bones
ooze upward and outward
through unsystematic pathways in space.
He wonders how the trees
choose the holes in space through which
the branches expand.
They are amoeba like,
protoplasm squirts up
through invisible narrow channels in the air.
Quote: Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses. Confucius
A Water Fall is an awesome example of a supernaturally engineered portrait, captured by time and space, and displayed in a living masterful frame. It's inhuman but embraces a sight of wonderment; a sound that's 'forever hoped for'; a taste of 'peace unbroken' with nothing missing; a feeling 'undeniably enduring and soothing', and a 'to-die-for fragrance' of 'once upon a time'.
There is a beauty, crafted and hand-painted by the same fingers that formed me. It's an ever-moving and massive flow of living waters. Falling water, not to break or disintegrate, but divinely programmed to continue its flow to places far and wide with no place to hide.
There is no moon-controlled wave after wave of high and low tides, and whoever decides can come along for the ride. It speaks to longing and searching questions from deep within. It utters shouts of inquisitions such as: "O soul of mine, from whence cometh thou?" "What and where is your source, O gentle soul?" "And if the Water Falls have a source of origin and a point of destiny, does not indeed my soul also have a source of beginning?" O indeed, the Water Falls answer 'Yes' to me, saying, "O yes, you like I, the Water Fall, are handmade by our Maker, and absolutely nothing can deny us of our final destiny.
And so, I observe all of God's creation; and if I, like nature, continue saying 'Yes" to Him, all shall be forever well. Though our courses may toss and turn, our flows proceed. I imagine a gentle creek bed evolving into a river,
twisting and turning down-stream where it confluences with another river
and immortalizes its true identity and increases the power of its flow until reaching the edge of a cliff, where an expanse of earth is broken apart with an awaiting trench below.
Below, a new assignment of creative genius begins as a turbine is turned by rushing waters providing fresh energy. And new lights dispel the darkness.