For origins, we have that basis laid?

Our veiled Creator set the Universe.

For destiny, a precious price is paid:

The sacrificial lamb in sacred verse.

Then with biology, the techno bling.

With hopes, oh partner in adversity,

Don't doubt a deity gave everything

To save your soul, returning dignity.

Climb from your evolution heritage,

With their 'compulsory' curriculum,

You own that veiled eternal lineage,

Started inside, your real continuum.

Oh sense a saving God to focus on.

Those fact police just own oblivion.

8/2/2019

With evolution just that blip for us,

As we embrace the call of destiny,

We set perspective on miraculous,

And sights, set on a veiled eternity.

A real continuum comes into view,

Where our humanity is part of that.

We have a 'real designer' overview:

No need to be that mental acrobat,

As we're into, ultra-connectedness.

We'd step into that future, positive,

And confident inside our synthesis

With all the cell turbines, definitive.

My soul, oh let your adoration rise.

Oh focus in on God's eternal prize.

8/2/2019

Oh watch their mind reading in origins,

When they tell us about our paradigm.

They'll hear the dirt, creationism's sins:

How we refuse compulsory deep time,

The doubts with their geology to mind,

And read, their blind designer paradox.

But skeptical can also read their mind:

The time police believe in magic rocks

As impetus for their sad mind reading.

For magic rocks, not much was easier:

Machines, then integrated networking

For programming, from cosmic media.

The mind reading, the geologic dance.

Set by, atomic properties with chance.

8/2/2019

All time police apply their 'primitive'

As if the magic word. It is, for them,

The basic and essential spin to give

The ancient blind design continuum.

But DNA did not change up, in time,

Since life arose, gazillion years ago.

For fact police, geology gave slime,

Then codified that magic paradigm.

But codifying hints, always, hi-tech:

The epitome on what's dependable.

So yes, for us, each scientific speck

Always confirms all life is technical.

Do rocks do technical? All negative.

Yes, check the spin in any primitive.

9/2/2019

Oh peek through life's biology with us,

To garner thoughts on our technology.

We'll check the seemingly miraculous:

Those lucky rocks, or skills from deity.

Today, from modern-day life sciences,

If we have recognised the networking,

We may not know of all life's nuances,

But networks show the multi-layering.

Then life adds in quantum uncertainty,

Cell powered turbines, the mechanical

Then bugs to plants, and wild diversity.

Oh look on why we're thinking miracle.

Yes, technical, but details won't tell all.

Oh take that peek, our destiny can call.

9/2/2019

For life, what of the scientific way?

It must see, nano-sized machinery

Set from the programming in DNA,

So something else, won't be reality.

It must be set by cell technologies,

Its integrated systems networking,

All carbon chemistry, the particles,

Then engineering set in everything.

Did we exaggerate, with all of this?

No way. But set a real, holistic look

Through life: A scientific synthesis.

That won't be in, an evolution book.

Oh see, if we zoom out or focus in,

The holes with all of evolution spin.

9/2/2019

With its convergence, then inheritance,

Check on the cake and icing paradigm.

By just assuming, their blind inference,

Will they account for honesty, or crime,

Or thoughts, or other human character?

Of course they will, their scientific fact.

Their rocks evolved our first progenitor,

As "nothingness" decided it should act,

To make immense heat energy, then us.

Why fact? Because of speciation, right?

The trivial mandates blind randomness:

The mantra all those time police recite.

If we, new skeptics, hint, it's not a fact.

The thought police, always, overreact.

9/2/2019

The jellyfish display the crystal bling.

Movement, with poise, as if ethereal.

We pause, as if the visual could sing,

That mesmerizing sight, the magical.

Does that seem primitive, in any way,

Like education thought police insist?

All crystal muscles, wrought by DNA,

Dream-like, ethereal, for crystal mist,

Magic, dream locomotion. Primitive?

There's hi-tech signalling technology

By programming, so no, big negative.

But think, all wrought from creativity.

Yes, in debate, insight is crystal clear.

It tells participants what's oh so dear.

9/2/2019

Let's say we've found that scientific law,

To indicate all life's from life, what then?

We could apply, what fact police ignore,

And choose the "Grand Designer" origin.

Yes, life could well exist beyond the veil

To set a love for life. Yes, God could act.

Oh meditate, let common sense prevail,

Since life from life is given science fact.

But thought police are always horrified

When we set out, that simple inference,

Where we propose, our God is qualified.

Oh yes, it's logical,,, and common sense.

By science, based on laws, then logical,

For life? What can we say? Yes, miracle!

9/2/2019

Can DNA evolve? Our massive, no!

And what of its hi-tech machinery?

No way, not in gazillion years or so.

Was that from evolution certainty?

Sifting the evidence along the way?

The code for humans and bacteria,

And fairly similar, from its first day.

With sciences, not much is fuzzier.

No evolution? In four billion years?

No, never hard to spot the obvious:

With, any, complicated biospheres,

By zip and heat: Beyond ridiculous.

But evolutionists, remain as proud.

Creation or design are not allowed.

10/2/2019

What core, for any origins debates?

What evidence for God, or miracles,

What's up if anybody contemplates,

Are hopes a gift, or set by particles?

What hints on DNA, from sciences?

A four-bit language through biology.

All those control and data nuances

From hi-tech nano-sized machinery.

Yes, it's about technology and care,

Equivocation by the thought police,

Then how to recognize artistic flair,

Inherent in the cosmic masterpiece.

A tip from all the transcendentalists:

Change those criteria for scientists.

10/2/2019

Oh dwell on our believer's overview,

When looking at our deity out there.

Perspectives with a real insider view

Then highlighting his sacrificial care.

Our God brings family and personal,

But set the grandeur in his Universe.

Believers now know, he is technical,

Our God who set a mitigating curse,

A God, who put his body on the line

For us, our God who calls his family,

Then set all that bewildering design

And programming shown in biology.

He's not afar, but closer than a sigh.

Oh loved humanity stop asking why.

10/2/2019

Created in his image, has a weight.

What quality for that? It's personal.

It's in our skills to meditate, create,

It's family with love, then technical.

(The things, real evolutionists deny:

Stardust, so never scientific doubt.

We have all those illusions to defy,

And all our sciences to help us out.)

Image? Then put on our humanity?

If that's not family, then nothing is.

The thought police are big on deity,

But don't trust, evolution premises,

Our God, is only but a breath away.

Oh delve into, his cosmic interplay.

10/2/2019

Let's say the world was made by deity.

When itemizing sensors that we knew,

To catch the hints on life's complexity,

If we stayed scientific, would that do?

A pause and sit a spell. Always our no.

A God? He's set a Universe? Then us?

It never matters what detail we know,

A 'Grand Designer' view is bottomless.

There's no competing with, that deity,

No matter what the details are about.

We've only glimpsed, into technology,

And that's humanity, just starting out.

Where now, from scientific evidence?

Fortuitously, we have common sense.

10/2/2019

Our many sciences are meant to be

Our celebration of God's character.

My soul, apply your innate curiosity

To peek into each tuned parameter.

His Universe so useful everywhere.

Oh look into its awesome interplay,

Using that cosmological hardware.

Oh celebrate coherence, every day:

Constant reflections from his deity.

Without availing optic instruments,

Oh see a usefulness to set biology.

Oh listen in, to lift your confidence.

Oh delve into all life, let hope arise.

Embrace your scientific enterprise.

10/2/2019

As fact police show sex and violence,

Do they have scientific facts in there?

Some hints with techno bio-evidence,

Or from that cosmological hardware?

No way. They spin that unpredictable,

Coincidence, then, if there's any facts,

They'll say the sky is blue. Predictable.

Just what their random caveat enacts.

Why sex, and violence? Must view TV,

To indicate, how God has lost control.

Yes, thought police spin that calamity,

But never stress a dying Saviour's role.

For that, we are responsible. Balance.

Our dreaded grand designer inference.

10/2/2019

There's "multiplexing" in each living cell,

Arising from purported warm rock soup.

From elements like sunlight? Oh do tell.

With all controls, using a feedback loop,

Those cells evolved, bazillion years ago,

And given those real skills to reproduce.

Then by gazillion years, scientists know,

Its line had seen a more productive use.

Oh tell us more? It could communicate,

So changed those cells to multi-cellular.

Oh yes, they learned how to coordinate.

From proto Earth, not much was easier.

Through cosmic laws and unavoidable?

For fact police its grandeur? Wonderful.

11/2/2019

Since cellular seems oh so organized,

We ask, can only heat give molecules.

No way, no cells, and never organized.

And oh, the biggie, manufacture rules:

Ah la, a machine code to yield protein.

For any time police, that would be yes.

But with all skeptics, it can only mean,

Within that organized connectedness,

Inside the spin, it's their religious zeal.

Exons,,, introns,,, The data and control

Don't self-arise no matter how we feel.

Oh yes, for rules, we need another role.

What would that be? Only, intelligence.

The perfect match for all the evidence.

11/2/2019

What do they bring if we say Noah's ark?

"We're scientific, rocks turned into men",

Or something similar, or something dark,

What do they have, on our grand origin?

"The evolution theory's based with fact,

So chemicals arose, from empty space,

Plus thinking, as those chemicals react".

Then, what has set their scientific base?

"We're battling the purpose and design,

The grand illusions, right in front of us".

And us, as our thought molecules align?

"We seem quite happy with miraculous".

Comparisons? We use them frequently,

As we look through the cell technology.

12/2/2019

Oh check our grandeur, from reality.

And delve into, the 'grand' scenario:

A caring, veiled, transcendent deity,

Tuned origin, the detailed afterglow,

And mirror opposite to randomness.

Mountains of literature, the internet,

Biology, set through connectedness,

All biospheres, set with an alphabet,

And all of us in contemplation, right.

And oh, details as meditations start

To click. We feel humanity's delight,

In music, dance, philosophy and art.

Oh peek into that Universe with me,

But see through cellular technology.

12/2/2019

Real colours from the Cosmos testify

To all grand opposites of randomness.

That vision synchronized to every eye:

Quantum entanglement, a usefulness,

Transparent air, to grace the Universe,

The hydrosphere for underwater eyes,

And all about those properties of light:

The signature, the touch to hypnotize,

For souls, all utilizing quantum states.

Oh check the cosmological hardware.

All clear when anybody contemplates

The properties to let us see out there,

All quantum states, to set technology.

Then coding style has wrought acuity.

13/2/2019

Can we imagine there's an engineer,

Omnipotent and trans-dimensional?

Or feel that stimulating atmosphere

As planning turned into the physical:

The dust for life then our humanity?

Oh yes, that's what imaginations do.

But we look through their credibility,

We delve into, if all their spin is true.

Like moulding clays, without a deity.

As all look to the trans-dimensional:

The well to set thoughtful humanity,

We thought an engineer was logical.

Do we feel, elemental matter would?

No way. Imagination's not that good.

13/2/2019

Who doubts a lot of physics is applied,

With perspiration, keeping us all cool?

Who's doubting engineering is applied

When style with every water molecule,

Steps way past, hydrogen and oxygen.

We don't. If latent heat is drawn away

To cool, would we side-step its origin,

All moves or interlinking bits? No way.

The oceans testify, by water anywhere.

The Sun, its hydrogen, its wonderment.

Our breath, tuned oxygen, for life in air.

Also, that cool quantum entanglement.

Oh yes! A Cosmos tuned to wondering,

With interlinking styles to set the bling.

13/2/2019

Can we name all four parts in heat control?

We've thought that's like an air-conditioner,

And each linked in for temperature control.

Those thought police don't know, or media,

But engineers with that, is common sense.

We have each sensor there, detecting heat

From skin, or wherever, for measurements,

Set points and their control device for heat,

Then actuators where they're set, all linked.

Then wow, the software signalling, all clear,

And then hardware, functioning, all synced.

Oh pause, chill out, that's from an engineer.

Each drop of sweat now falling off the chin,

Gives clues, on how control systems begin.

13/2/2019

As evolutionists test quantum mist,

Ten to the minus twenty seconds in,

They fall in line with other scientists:

They all ignore the actual, real origin.

An origin, or source for cosmic laws.

Don't mind their scientific posturing,

We're entering the propaganda wars,

When nothing, idling, set everything.

But they have realized, like we do to,

The nuances for cosmic laws are set.

All scientific tests, take that as true.

And that's an absolutely certain bet.

Their proto mist, is propaganda spin.

No test could test the cosmic origin.

13/2/2019

What can we say if life hits someone hard,

Or those internal demons leave their mark

Since some calamity has left them scarred.

Maybe the demons rise, with each remark.

If we don't understand, our words can fail.

Oh read his word, he takes you as you are.

Oh look to him who waits, beyond the veil.

Oh soul, believe, he's touched by any scar,

He came through death, to pay for destiny.

He knows your frailties, so feels your pain.

Oh partner, trained through your adversity,

Dwell in his life, you have so much to gain.

Embrace his pain, don't dwell on life alone.

You have, through faith, his destiny to own.

13/2/2019

If physicists state their religious views,

Is anything on he who bears the scars?

Our physicists? Do they give any clues,

From their atomic physics inside stars,

On what yields life, and God's abilities?

On that, they're only amateurs, like us.

If they highlight real cosmic mysteries,

Implying no, God couldn't make it thus,

Is that the high point for their resume?

If not about the Son, and Father's wait,

Then no, no crediting will go their way,

When they tell us their atoms meditate.

Yes, those atomic physicists out there,

Cannot affirm on why we're self-aware.

13/2/2019

A hi-tech toy owns four essentials parts

That work as one, to implement control

Of processes with auto stops and starts.

As we think through a real holistic role,

All four must be working to have a win.

We need the sensor set, for measuring,

Controllers take that sensor output, in,

Compare it to the setpoint's set setting,

Then acts, so that some actuator, acts.

Four fundamental concepts on control,

Do not set how the real process reacts.

Those four did not hint at the final goal:

When we need that continuous supply,

Of hot, hot water soup, all four are nigh.

14/2/2019

Decision time right now, or we're in strife.

What temperature in our hot water soup?

And when that soup's a metaphor for life,

What sets the main control for any loop?

Blood pressure won't be set in by a guess,

We know that high or low is all bad news,

So setpoints must be set in that process.

No trials, no errors, or cell death ensues.

Setpoints are set, before a system starts,

Then process information, sets the range.

What impetus has set that for the parts?

What sets a setting so it doesn't change?

What set before, before a setpoint came?

For all setpoints, the quiz is all the same.

14/2/2019

As life's technology has been described,

That very common word will be, control.

Controllers and processes are inscribed

Into all life, to make the parts the whole.

Simple controllers have their simple job.

Compare their sensor input to, setpoint,

Then give a signal to complete their job.

If that control need not be too pinpoint,

The bells and whistles can be set aside.

Control can use a simple feedback loop.

So chosen setpoints are always applied,

To place that zing in our hot water soup.

That chicken/egg quiz, settles anywhere,

If we apply blind chance, in all out there.

14/2/2019

If into hot, hot water soup, what first?

That heater, sensor or, the water pot?

Or was it our human incessant thirst?

A pipe, or stand or technical whatnot

To leave in place, continuous supply?

The actuators, like the switch, or tap,

Are vital parts, so they would qualify.

The answer with all this is not a snap.

Controls are integrated with, process,

And then real control is about, timing.

So yes, again, sense cannot be a guess

When every part is part of everything.

Those actuators turn on this and that,

To then control the process in the vat.

14/2/2019

How did we get to this, instant in time,

Where scientists tell us our life is luck,

And we are only cool, primordial slime.

So for hi-tech, it never comes unstuck,

As lucky rocks have set up everything.

And if we doubt lucky has engineered

The techno bling, to set us wondering,

Then we'll be tagged an idiot, or weird,

Or thoughtless wicked fundamentalist.

How did we set on that? So, as we see

The wild mental gymnastics they enlist,

We have the view, to guard our sanity:

When we are sensing, any techno trait,

With 'triple filter' set, we contemplate.

15/2/2019

In life, if one control system is found,

Inquiries are constant, thick and fast.

That hidden sensor has to be around,

Inside? How was its calibration cast?

How was any interconnection made?

If parts, how did they operate, alone?

How was internal signalling, relayed?

The cellular is smarter than a phone?

What is that point with any signalling,

When any signal cannot be received?

And what's the point, of any listening,

When never signalling to be received?

Which part initiates that fine control?

If all four parts play an essential role.

15/2/2019

Oh delve into transcription processing.

Work down the double helix molecule,

To implement the complex processing

To make the single stranded molecule:

The machine codes to format the RNA.

In its stop, starting and pause features,

That process integrates, along the way,

All input on the cell protein structures.

Then general and specific tissue types,

For many checked environmental cues,

Give timing data from, all sensor types.

Look out! The real designer overviews?

Exciting times, when it's all happening,

When any part's attuned to everything.

15/2/2019

New strands of amino-acids are sent

To some intelligent, folding machine,

Which reads that integrated element,

And folds, to give, its specific protein.

Cell devices sense, incorrect folding,

And unfold-refold, to the correct way.

That's incredible? Just mind bending.

Machine coded design through DNA.

Complexities that seem uncountable,

A code to make intelligent machines,

Right from 'first light', all but invisible.

Intelligence inscribed into our genes?

Hidden away, since time began, to be

Unveiled by new, modern technology.

15/2/2019