it came upon me midnight clear

it came on me

where i rest in introspect,

i see the evidence of truth

surrounding me incalculably

ever so unfathomably

the imprint is subtle

and stark,

ultra complicated,

like quantum mechanics

like the vastness of all

that is beyond all

imprint of divinity,

that is beyond the pride,

of mockers’ ability to ever catch,

in their vials of ignorance,

their vain attempts

to see truth,

of what is right,

like trapping for atoms,

using a butterfly net

his presence escapes them

they will never understand his love

they are fathoms deep into themselves

if they would see

they would jump for joy

and cry in pain

against their dark,

lost,

blind pride

in astonished gasps

how many strangelets

can be placed on a needle’s head?

it has been calculated,

along with the force of gluons;

it is unfathomably awe striking

. . . our God is an awesome God

what were Jack parson’s thoughts

just before

the rocket fuel exploded?

. . . a gigantic machine

wrought by my kind,

truly amazing,

the cern hadron collider,

good and bad things are built,

the good used for bad,

borne of ignorance,

good things lost

without the light of wisdom,

that comes from him,

who made it all

good things turn bad

searching in vain,

for their so called god particle

every atom has His imprint

there’s no excuse,

for logic’s abuse

anything goes

nothing is impossible

’til it explodes

within the fields

of evolutionary existentialism,

man is god,

so the theory goes,

or so,

some think,

even when they die in dust

there is no search for love’s source,

it doesn’t pay enough

for them to mine

i’ve seen it happen,

the aftermath is harsh,

whether burned,

dissolved in disease,

decomposed,

or lying in lifeless repose,

love is not sought,

its author scorned,

though he pleads,

“come to me all you

who are heavy laden

and i will give you rest,

my yoke is not heavy”

no room in the minds,

of the sleeping,

to so think,

for introspection,

for matters of ethics,

leading to salvation,

out,

like a gnat against the flame

we run

we fall

gravity takes us all

this universe in its scope,

my little corner of awareness,

it belongs to someone,

i sense it,

i can’t prove it to anyone,

but myself,

but i know it

so,

for me,

’cause,

i care,

the saddest thing in the universe

is not knowing the full truth,

though if we ask him

we are surrounded

it takes time,

sacrifice

in pain

in this prison planet,

little by little i learned

enough to know,

to a point

where i can never,

ever doubt

walking blind,

from the first

led astray,

a thousand roads

a million forks,

stumbling over everything

learning the rules

pain and mistake,

hanging on the edge of death,

leaning toward what feels good

trying hard to avoid the terror

trying to figure who owns it,

it’s over for me now,

i know that i know

who owns it

though i will ever wonder

what life after death

will be like

the universe,

me,

you,

everything

is owned,

He’s that source of love,

He’s alive

He never slumbers or sleeps

the horror of the full truth

at its worse

is ignoring the truth

that the universe is owned,

made by God

we are drowning

this world,

in knowledge apart from Him,

no excuse

while,

with unopened truth

at our every reach

here in the land of the still free,

deeper into the depths

the corpse does sink

a snare at every nook,

nothin’s coincidence,

but lady luck

and mother nature,

grow in stature

gain preeminence,

why do our forests burn

in rage,

why do our seas die

in heat?

why do those who govern us

lie

steal

and cheat?

don’t ask Him for anything,

so anything goes,

don’t take his commandments

too seriously,

for comfort in ignorance

is license

to do anything at all

i cringe and carapace into a mental ball

too much for me,

be careful what you wish for

ignorance is not bliss . . .

so, you think we’re so advanced

i mean, look what those mayan savages did,

decapitation

blood spilled horror on stone steps,

wretched conduct

all of us are related to the mayan

all of us carry

every madman’s blood,

in our veins

in our double helix genes,

cain and abel

good and bad,

mixed

with the serpent’s seed,

that’s why we need help

since the word,

salvation

is archaic,

not chic or cool,

out moded,

old fashioned

non sensical,

of fantasy, . . .

. . . okay,

the word was made flesh

but the world doesn’t get it

his light came into the world

he is the light

and love

and justice

he created the universe

go to your mathematical calculations

go round an’ round

in your fascinating constructs,

be cruel

hurt yourself with loveless numbers,

’til you believe the mantra

that all is random chance

all the great minds

who knew of Jesus

and followed him,

even some today,

who can count

the number of strangelets

on the head of a pin, . . .

they know he is King

coming again . . .

you have only time for your constructs,

no time for myths

right?

right,

very truthful,

bloody historical atrocities

happened,

are happening now,

will happen,

but we’re advanced right?

do you give matches to a child?

do you give power to a sociopath?

look what happens at cern

look how they threw a political party

for world dignitaries

the performers dressed in harmless savagery,

does this perk your senses?

they offered rites to a pagan,

so called deity

it means nothing,

in a so called modern age,

right

from my perspective of truth

they symbolically sacrificed

to the same ol’ character,

baal and his friends,

who don’t really own the universe,

but they have a part in it,

enough to deceive and drag

mortal man down

to hell

with them

but they wreak havoc, . . .

us humans are battling against

powers in the atmosphere

invisible entities . . .

put on the helmet of God’s salvation

the breastplate of what is right,

the sword of the spirit,

your loins girded with truth

the news of his salvation, . . .

grab the truth

so, the world’s biggest machine,

ultra impressive, . . .

it is

technologically scientific knowledge

wonderous achievement,

and what do monkeys do with the match?

they light the world afire

strangelets waiting for release

they capture quarks

gluons,

strange matter,

the truth is they’ve done it before

in different ways for nefarious ends

and always will if unabated

inevitably if left unchecked

they always manage to destroy themselves

and everyone in their quarters

just check out the history books,

you and i the fodder

it’s the truth

look with me

to the equatorial jungles all over our earth

they perform rites

using multitudinous colors, music,

words and song across all their cultures

scattered over all lines of latitude,

don’t affect us much

way over here,

shielded by distance

and technology,

right,

. . . shielded from fukushima’s radiation,

we’re advanced,

science is our shield,

right

they answer to an invisible force,

a so called deity

there’s evidence everywhere

so, we have the mystery of science

an invisible phenomenon in its workings,

yet, the majority still worship their own

show a computer to an equatorial denizen

they will watch its outward workings,

but never fully understand

anymore than any one of us

if asked to build one,

would deem it impossible

we are evermore enslaved,

increasingly to the apex point,

climax

of no return

bound to the machine,

its deity,

like the tower of babel

and egyptian magic

it takes trillions of bits of knowledge

untold millions of human beings

past present and future

to keep the cloud working

without it one day

we won’t be able to work,

even so now,

but one day there will be absolutely

no escape

short of death

we,

the so called western world

have science,

yet we are savages

in a different form

without divine guidance

to keep us in check

wanna get graphic?

abortion

pedophilia

wars

on a grand scale

you’ve seen the corpses

black and white

grainy images

all available on the cloud

to name a few

just as the truth

in the arena of lies

always seems to prevail

the captives in nazi concentration camps

have been freed

though bloated bodies stacked

high above the trenches

although everywhere i look i see injustice

it’s never ending

justice comes and goes in waves

do you really wanna follow cern?

i don’t

of a truth it is a horror

would you live in the shadow

of a machine?

guided by so called artificial intelligence?

the idea falls hits with horror

our conscienceness taken

over by a foreign entity

taken over by someone,

something other than ourselves

the horror of losing our free will

while remaining conscience

like a head with a body

a body doing its own thing

i would guess

few have contemplated

the sanctity of free will,

its a temple

its not ours to violate,

but it can be

we have it for ourselves

it’s true,

but it can be destroyed

by the owner or a foreign agency

ever hear of a devil?

well, since we’re so scientific

it’s unfashionable,

it’s unscientific to believe in one

yet,

all across the globe they follow him

plain to see the fruit

they follow lucifer

you know,

the illuminated one,

the goat,

some dressed in so called pagan clothing

others dressed in so called civilized suits

and yet will not concede

that all of us need the Savior