So what's a porky pie in origins?

It's mixing fact and fiction in some way.

It's blending scientific spin with aliens,

Deliberate or unintentional wordplay.

For them, the pies become necessities:

Their premises become established fact,

For them, assumptions grow to certainties,

They want the facts and spin to interact.

Oh put the brain in gear, with origins:

Stardust did not give us humanity,

So if someone gets serious with aliens,

Check out their wordplay, systematically.

When spin accumulates, we'll realize,

Blind evolution's built on porky pies.

25/12/2016

Can drunken moves mimic an artisan,

Like evolution thought police insist?

Those moves won't do what a designer can,

And failed comparisons can not be missed.

They'll emphasize the randomness out there,

But skeptics see complexity within.

No drunken, randomized, walking nightmare

Can synthesize, from scratch, an origin

For magnetism, electricity,

Or any other known atomic properties.

The thought police target humanity,

But they ignore the cosmic properties.

Oh contemplate the source of cosmic laws.

The thought police are left to clutch at straws.

27/12/2016

Why do we stress complexity down here,

When evolutionists mix metaphors?

It points to God the Son, the engineer.

Our answer to the propaganda wars.

We'll always stress the engineering skills

For DNA and mirror images,

And stress the volunteer for human ills.

Oh contemplate the complex messages

From everywhere. Oh find that quiet place,

To integrate some data, purely physical,

In preparation for the crucial base,

To integrate the purely spiritual.

Oh meditate with us on life and love.

Blind accidents, or blessings from above.

28/12/2016

Oh synchronize the physical and spiritual

To integrate the line: Be born again.

Look right, yes, all the technological,

Look left, an awesome cosmic origin.

Be confident, he's irresistible.

He mediates for you, beyond the Earth,

Oh trust his Spirit's touch, subliminal,

To transfer DNA for your rebirth.

Oh trust his promise, he will never fail.

You have his sacred text, his guiding light,

Arise, the path is beckoning, you will prevail

When facing darkest shadows, blackest night.

He faced all that before, and leads the way.

Look up, step out, you share God's DNA.

28/12/2016

Oh contemplate with us on good TV,

What makes a true, must-see spectacular?

It's sex and violence, grandeur, beauty,

All backed with choir and full orchestra.

It's in a mother's care, a father's skill,

In ultra, hi-def, fully digitized.

It's in the drama of the chase, the kill,

All cringe-worthy, but we're all mesmerized.

It's views from outer space, of our third rock,

We're in another place, forget the clock,

Job done, just let imagination drift.

And if the implication has been missed.

All this excitement from the quantum mist.

29/12/2016

Must-see TV? It's in cinematography,

Eternal patience for the money shot,

The animation, the technology,

And all raw life, with Johnnie on the spot.

It's placing cameras on an animal,

A satellite, or robots down a hole,

Bending the rules on what's logistical,

To spark imagination, heart and soul.

It's setting up the perfect atmosphere

To view the sunlight, water, rocks and air:

A truly mesmerizing biosphere,

And hi-tech 3D cameras take us there.

The drama of creation out on view.

The cameras never lie. But people do.

30/12/2016

The Prince of peace died for humanity,

Abolishing our slavery to his law:

His touch, subliminal, has set us free.

Look back, nothing is what it was before:

No hope, no peace, no God, no destiny.

Look up, you stand, with justice satisfied,

A sure inheritance and dignity,

By grace. All this because a Saviour died.

Step graciously, you wear the shoes of peace:

The message for a lost humanity.

You imitate his moves, the Prince of peace,

And spread his message: How to be set free.

True peacemakers step out to sow the seed.

His pioneering steps meet every need.

31/12/2016

Oh ponder human solidarity,

If such exits, when aliens attack.

Our record's dismal in adversity:

Alliances are formed, who has our back,

Perceptions drive how we negotiate,

We contemplate the insurmountable,

Internal fortitude dictates our fate,

And yes, we rise or fall to a memorial,

No matter what our fateful destiny.

Look out, proclivities will compromise

When we find out we're battling ET.

Oh yes, an allegory, surprise, surprise,

We don't discount beyond the physical,

When we define extra-terrestrial.

31/12/2016

Oh contrast introvert and extrovert.

Would they get equal time on TV shows

Which mix the sunlight, water, air and dirt?

That would be no. Yes, we know how it goes.

Would they get equal time at any school,

Or times when groups of people interact?

Well no, again, we've seen the general rule.

So when we're sorting fiction from a fact,

Don't let the loudest person dominate.

Yes, both contribute insights, frequently,

But when there's evidence to contemplate,

Intensity does not add credibility.

The evidence is there with clay to men.

Just add a little fairness now and then.

1/1/2017

When redefining ET, what's the go?

Are we then being frivolous? Maybe.

We stress a battle field scenario:

The struggle for eternal destiny.

We search of allegory, stretch metaphor,

When it's the Prince of darkness we defy.

We give the rally cry: Prepare for war,

When told his darkest forces occupy

A battle field, to us, always invisible.

Oh yes, we know all languages will fail,

When we take on the indescribable:

An enemy, also exists, beyond the veil.

Our field Commander leads in the attack.

He knows their strategies, he has our back.

2/1/2017

Why do we stress 'relax', repeatedly?

The battle has been won, a Saviour died.

The Grand Creator of humanity,

The engineer, made man, was crucified.

A demonstration, pure and simple, right?

The twist was hidden in eternity,

So by the time the enemy saw light,

Divinity, veiled in humanity,

Had demonstrated love can conquer all.

His resurrection proved, he passed the test:

The greatest love had overcome the fall,

And lost humanity could now be blessed.

The victory was sealed when Jesus rose,

And this was recognized by Heaven's foes.

3/1/2017

Why did your God have rescue plans in place?

Because, my soul, he thought of everything.

He knew the liberty your heart would face,

And also knew what liberty would bring.

He knew an enemy would rise and wait,

If it was liberty that moved God's heart.

Omnipotence would rise, to liberate,

Agreements would be set, before the start,

Contingencies received the third degree,

And then, because he wanted to, for you,

Abandonment in creativity.

Oh yes, 'beyond compare' is more than true.

Take time, my soul, to find that quiet place.

Time and eternity will interlace.

4/1/2017

A contradiction will exist for atheists,

When it's 'self-organizing principles',

They now attribute to the quantum mists.

But in their famed, mandated articles,

Nothing is really being organized,

No matter what their confident wordplay:

Calamity has had them mesmerized.

Rock soup did not self-organize some DNA,

We have the scientific evidence.

If randomness is used for their world view,

And then an organizing inference,

That contradiction tells us, nothing's new.

If it's blind luck, and then they're organized,

We'll realize something is randomized.

4/1/2017

Their veiled deception is more obvious,

If we've decided who is Wonderful,

When those suburban visitors tell us

That Jesus is Michael the Archangel.

While at the door, they'll speak of destiny,

With Michael in it all, but we're not told.

Now that's not standard Christianity,

Not even close. Their tactics fit the mould.

They steal the Saviour's true divinity,

Their target is a lost humanity,

They all deny salvation's liberty,

And rob our God of his love's victory.

The tactics fit, not by coincidence.

A real, veiled enemy makes perfect sense.

5/1/2017

Why stress a battle field scenario

When knowing, the main battle has been won?

They'll leave destruction everywhere they go,

Like any beaten foe, when on the run,

So won't be picky who is in the way:

Oh yes, bewildered, lost humanity.

The good news is, we have another day

When now, subliminal activity

Continues on, still irresistible.

The resurrection signals that new day,

When his restraining touch, all-powerful,

Will limit the destruction they display.

Oh contemplate this brand new day with us.

The Spirit's touch, for battle readiness.

5/1/2017

Oh contemplate on forty thousand years.

That's all recorded history, by eight.

Expanded out: Four hundred, hundred years,

That's still a swag of years to contemplate,

No matter how we rearrange that time.

How come the bells don't ring, unceasingly?

Oh yes, the rocks to people paradigm,

Unceasing spin, and always on TV.

Oh contemplate their time lines once again:

The status quo, the thought police, the spin.

There are alternatives with rocks to men,

And their sad, deep time, cosmic origin.

Oh contemplate the search for happiness.

The moulded clay alternative is obvious.

5/1/2017

Oh put on his breastplate of righteousness:

Protection for the heart, in times of war.

A quick reminder life is dangerous,

If we have realized we're spirit poor.

Look to the Son's self-sacrificing love

For life. You know you share the DNA

Of one who oversees and waits above.

Step out, a rescue plan is underway,

Relax, a triune deity is on your side.

Nothing, no one, on both sides of the veil,

Can take away God's blessings, multiplied,

For destiny. All enemies will fail.

Yes, destiny has called, don't ever doubt.

You join a growing rebel force, step out.

6/1/2017

The eighth beatitude is warning us.

Prepare for trouble, it's a certainty.

The enemy we face is dangerous,

But we know now, it's not humanity.

But oh, that promise, inspirational,

For anybody, anytime and anywhere.

The keys to Heaven make it possible

For his, now saved, community to share.

Yes, we know who these persecuted are.

They speak the words of peace and destiny,

To fallen souls, all from 'The Morning Star'.

Relax, it's solid, standard Christianity.

Those keys and destiny are beckoning,

And only adoration left to bring.

6/1/2017

That contradiction mixes peace and war:

Peace of the heart and war for destiny.

But we know now they have a guarantor,

And why they're glad in their adversity.

These are the spirit poor, who looked on high,

And found a ready mercy and pure heart

To start new lives. Their deity was nigh,

With rescue plans in place, before the start:

A garden promise made when Adam fell,

A Saviour volunteered and crucified,

The celebrations with a broken spell,

And then his message going far and wide.

Yes, trouble brews, and there's no cotton wool.

But oh, the one who leads is Wonderful.

6/1/2017

If facing darkest shadows, blackest night,

We have a distant view, eyes on the prize.

We have the sacred armour for the fight,

When we are battling the Prince of lies,

But have the Saviour's warning on all this.

That path is dangerous, that mountain high,

The charlatans to steal our happiness,

And then the Prince of darkness to defy.

No-one is promising an easy out,

The opposite is so much more than true.

Eyes on the prize, is what it's all about,

Oh yes, eternal destiny comes into view.

Oh contemplate the ultimate in this.

Self-sacrifice, in search of happiness.

6/1/2017

Oh contemplate atomic timelessness.

When everything just seems to fall apart,

How come all atoms are anomalous?

They buck the trend. No, they don't fall apart.

They're capsules of pure writhing energy,

Each bottomless in possibilities,

And then that timelessness? Pure mystery.

From quantum singularities? Oh please!

From nothingness? Beyond ridiculous!

All those atomic gems reflect their source:

Yes, a designer's skills: Beyond meticulous,

Eternal light and overwhelming force.

All atoms are the source of cosmic light.

Each one a cosmological insight.

7/1/2017

Oh contemplate the Universe with us

To peek beyond the veil for destiny.

Then contemplate humanity with us,

Insatiable in curiosity.

A Cosmos? Oozing its connectedness.

Humanity? Oh yes, insatiable.

Is a designer credible? Oh yes!

Is a Creator more than credible?

We view the glass of life as though half full,

Don't hold us back, for us, a definite.

Our Maker has a name, it's Wonderful.

The one, Lord Jesus Christ, oh whisper it.

Oh contemplate the mirror, glass half full.

Embrace his pain, his name is Wonderful.

7/1/2017

Oh contemplate self-organizing blocks.

Let's use the hydrogen and helium.

Can they self-organize some cosmic rocks?

From there, self-organize a cranium,

With all included brain accoutrements?

We're fairly confident of two big no's.

We know the overwhelming evidence

Hits every single one of their scenarios:

Can nothingness self-organize something?

From there, a quantum singularity,

And then the building blocks and everything?

They're fairly sure as well. Their certainty?

Oh yes, the grass is green, the sky is blue.

The trivia is king, with their world view.

9/1/2017

When contemplating building blocks, we know,

We've just ignored the built-in cosmic laws.

So, can a random, blind scenario,

From nothingness, affect a cosmic law?

So what's a law again? Not properties,

Like colour, shape or size. And not a skill.

The cosmic laws are only tendencies,

Like falling, jiggling, or standing still.

In this, we emphasize cause and effect.

Can nothing, jiggling, affect a law?

That's no, the laws reflect their architect,

Since our Cosmos is seamless to its core.

It's just ridiculous that empty space,

From zip, self-organized the human race.

9/1/2017

We rightly use the term, "The Universe":

Its unity, in obvious diversity.

So, is all that a blessing or a curse,

When seeing obvious calamity?

Right from its subatomic particles,

The Universe parades its testaments

To all its manufactured articles,

All primed for scientific instruments.

Yes, there's distress, calamity, and pain,

And inhumanity is everywhere,

But oh, the oceans, waterfalls, the rain,

A father's skill, and oh, a mother's care.

All optimists shout, "Blessings dominate".

Oh yes, we have a Universe to contemplate.

9/1/2017

The thought police mandate on origins

And what they see, reflected in that glass.

For them, oblivion and aliens

Are most appropriate for science class.

For them, a deity and destiny

Corrupt the reputation of our schools.

For them, the physical is destiny,

So we're just lucky, random molecules.

So, can that view elicit wonderment,

When they remove all hope and dignity?

Will grandeur dwell in each experiment,

Or give some insights for technology?

To ask those questions is to answer them.

No grandeur graces their continuum.

10/1/2017

Eternal destiny gives future hope.

It's magical and inspirational,

Confirmed by every single telescope.

And did we mention it's all personal.

So, can this view elicit wonderment?

We definitely don't need time to think.

We have that neat quantum entanglement,

The telescopes to probe the cosmic ink,

The microscopes to check the handiwork,

The challenges for personality,

And curiosity for every single quirk.

Oh yes, and then, oh yes, repeatedly.

Oh yes, don't hold us back, sensational.

The wonderment reflects the Wonderful.

10/1/2017

When liberty and happiness are goals,

And bullies like the thought police harass,

Then buckle up, a battle looms, for souls.

Don't panic yet, in search of happiness,

Fortuitously we have common sense,

To double check their failing paradigm.

We have the scientific evidence,

That nothing will do nothing every time.

Oh contemplate a lost humanity,

All hope removed and TV blitzing us.

A lot's at stake: Oblivion or destiny,

A deity or the ridiculous.

Yes, buckle up, the wolves are in the door.

Defend what we hold dear, it's all-out war.

11/1/2017

Oh double check that mirror one more time.

How come there's images to contemplate?

When thought police are looking for a crime,

Will all that double-checking seal our fate?

Oh yes, we've doubted rocks turned into men,

Maybe a God did make humanity,

And maybe there's no deep-time origin.

To thought police, that's plain stupidity,

A major crime, when contemplating life.

So when they huff and get uptight to say,

A loving God would not give us this life,

Watch out, and buckle up without delay.

We're not a version of primordial slime.

Oh readjust that mirror one more time.

11/1/2017

When atheists point to calamity

To say a loving god would not do that,

We feel for them, in all sincerity.

But when we check their no-god caveat,

Their paradigm defies all common sense.

Oh yes, we know calamity looks bad,

But not to go against the evidence,

And not a monkey's uncle for grandad.

Without a doubt, we want the bells to ring.

We double doubt that rocks turned into men,

A quantum singularity made everything,

And we're related to an alien.

We want to un-adopt those relatives,

And choose the common-sense alternatives.

11/1/2017

A triune God will mean community,

Right from the start. But starts do not apply

When we're describing veiled eternity.

But oh, community will testify

To loving, sharing and self-sacrifice.

Oh yes, community in everything.

That single short descriptor will suffice

When trouble brews, beyond inspiring.

To top that off, beyond meticulous

With every single particle in place.

A pattern there? Beyond miraculous,

If everything, with God, can interlace.

Oh contemplate beyond the veil with me.

An inspirational community.

12/1/2017

When atheists police their paradigm,

A God is not a possibility,

In inner space or outer space or time,

So warm rock soup has made humanity.

Prepare for war, if you express a doubt.

Yes, they'll enforce mandated certainties,

And we'll find out, the meaning of devout,

When they call on our Universities.

So buckle up, when atheists malign,

And don't panic just yet or get uptight,

While they're delivering their knock-out line:

They'll ask, "Would God create a parasite?"

Fallen creation has them mesmerized

And that delivery won't be disguised.

12/1/2017

Put on the shoes of peace, one size fits all.

The message for a lost humanity:

The plans in place, creation, then the fall,

Our history, and then our destiny.

The good news is, that He is everything,

The bad news is, the penalty for sin.

Oh contemplate on the inspiring:

The good news is, the penalty for sin,

He's thought of absolutely everything:

Our Saviour died, as penalty for sin.

Step out, with peace and destiny to bring,

You spread the message of our origin,

Our liberty and the essential curse.

Fortuitously you have sacred verse.

12/1/2017

Oh contemplate your lost humanity.

You are a spirit, body, soul and mind,

But oh, my soul, bad news, like leprosy,

A nerve is there but then it's not, you'll find,

Without his Spirit's touch, your spirit's dead.

Oh realize he's thought of everything.

Oh realize your Saviour has been dead,

To pay the penalty for sin, in everything,

But rose with strength, to let your spirit live.

Oh grasp, my soul the opportunity to die

With him, to rise, to let your spirit live,

Starting today, reborn, and then on high.

Oh soul, you have a Saviour, Wonderful.

Oh realize your glass is more than full.

13/1/2017

The helmet of salvation fits with ease.

He is your everything, he knows your size.

Enunciate his name, oh bend your knees,

Follow his leadership, no compromise,

And show, in your behaviour, sacrifice.

Oh speak his name, it's Jesus, Wonderful:

You grasp your destiny, he paid the price,

He is your all, your debt is paid in full.

Yes, he is the protector of your head

In battle zones. Engage the enemy

To spread his word, whatever lies ahead,

The message for a lost humanity.

Step out, for destiny and happiness,

For people, not the hosts of wickedness.

13/1/2017

Step out and buckle up, its all-out war,

On aliens, they're trans-dimensional.

You're not a target like you were before,

You share God's DNA, subliminal,

But face a foe, beyond what's dangerous.

Fortuitously you have sacred verse,

The one attacking weapon you possess.

Look back, things were significantly worse,

And then jump in, to wear the printing out,

Or free downloads to phone or CPU.

Yes, practicing is what it's all about,

And knowing what your enemy can do.

His Holy Spirit's sword is for attack.

Oh trust his promises, he has your back.

13/1/2017

Oh soul believe he is your all in all.

Oh contemplate on his sufficiency.

He is the one whose name is Wonderful,

The promised Son veiled in humanity.

The overwhelming theme of sacred verse,

And owner of all overwhelming might,

He is the one who made the Universe,

The architect, the engineer, the light,

So understood what liberty would bring.

Oh soul, elbow your heart, repeatedly,

He knows your frailties, in everything,

So sacrificed himself to set you free.

Beyond what's unbelievable, words fail.

His all sufficiency and love prevail.

14/1/2017

When contemplating on complexity,

We focus on cosmic connectedness,

Restraining aspects of the chemistry,

Pervasive physics and the seamlessness.

Could randomness produce that miracle?

That's one big no. Not in gazillion years.

Right from the subatomic particle,

The quantum realm matches our biospheres.

Perfect connectedness? That's near enough.

Restraining chemistry? Some things don't go.

Pervasive physics? Right from go to whoa.

And seamlessness? Like a precision buff.

Our fallen Universe still has some bling.

With its connectedness in everything.

14/1/2017

Oh contemplate on life, toes in the sand.

The blue, the gold, the water chemistry,

The curved horizon, breaking waves, the tanned,

All from an X-factor and gravity.

Oh yes, that bond of hydrogen and oxygen,

The mystery of quantum particles,

The gravity of Earth, Newtonian,

The curvature of Earth, rock barnacles?

Look out. A stroll invigorates all souls.

It gets the heart pumping on life and love,

A time to pause, to realign our goals,

A time to dwell on blessing from above.

That stroll will get the neurons tingling.

That X-factor is awe inspiring.

15/1/2017

Our fallen Universe has creaks and groans,

But oh, there's still some magic in the tank.

Technology, the wonders of smart phones,

To call a friend, down by the river bank.

Oh yes, we have the crows for company,

The bugs, the insects and the parasites,

But oh, distant horizons, majesty,

The glory in the stars, and crystal nights.

Our brief, short stroll became a holiday,

A change, a microsecond boost, to lift

The soul, beyond that waterway,

To contemplate, to let imagination drift.

We have a Universe still packed with gold.

Oh pause, to look beyond what we behold.

15/1/2017

Can evolution engineer something,

Like evolution thought police insist?

Can nothing, tinkering, make everything,

By starting with the ancient, quantum mist?

The atheists and thought police think that.

They're adamant that everything evolved,

All from a magic, non-existent hat,

And certain that a God was not involved.

They think genetic 'engineering' is the go,

No matter if they steal that word from us.

They push the blind design scenario,

And place a ban on the miraculous.

Their media ensures that's set in stone.

Coincidence has engineered the phone.

16/1/2017

Fortuitously we have sacred verse,

In physical and virtual format.

Yes, we know now who made the Universe.

There was no magic, non-existent hat,

Deep time did not evolve technology,

No monkey's uncle for our destiny,

We're on our toes, and battling ET,

But also know we're with humanity.

Oh contemplate on sacred verse with us.

It is the greatest story ever told,

And gives perspective on what's dangerous,

And that reflected image we behold.

Oh yes, our God has thought of everything,

And yes, there's only thankfulness to bring.

16/1/2017

Oh contemplate humanity with us,

The hospitals, technology, the schools.

Yes, evolution's just ridiculous,

We're not enhanced, vibrating molecules.

Imagination lifts us, when in need,

In scientific fields or what's mundane,

And ingenuity meets every deed.

Rock soup to rocket ships? Beyond inane.

We stress a deity or nothingness,

The Son or quantum singularity,

Oblivion or quest for happiness,

Veiled multiverse or veiled eternity.

Two stark alternatives, two destinies,

Oh contemplate on those two mysteries.

16/1/2017

When there's internal demons waging war,

Where nightmares and reality harass,

And then external demons past the door,

To steal our destiny and happiness,

We're in deep trouble, right? Can hope arise

When our whole universe is torn apart?

Oh yes. With open heart and open eyes,

And sacred text for light, new life can start.

When trauma takes its toll, oh soul, jump in.

You have, nothing to lose, but all to gain.

That light will shine on your true origin,

And shower blessings of the Son and reign.

But oh, relax, his timing won't be yours,

So trust his touch if you've been in the wars.

16/1/2017

Oh soul believe his timing is not yours.

Your job is to jump in, start practicing.

You've been set free and follow his new laws,

So dwell on every page, enlightening.

You'll find your specials in both testaments,

There's no apologetic message there.

You'll find ample coherent evidence,

Of your beginning, and his love and care.

His timing matches veiled eternity,

And goes a whole lot slower that your own,

So show some patience with your destiny,

It's not, always, an all-out battle zone.

Keep practicing, believe his every touch.

The demons fade, you feel his timeless touch.

17/1/2017

In sacred text, we catch each high and low.

There's no apologetic message there,

With drama, sex and violence on show.

Rose coloured glasses won't be anywhere.

Ignore the atheists, we have a fallen world.

For them, calamity, ergo, rock soup.

For us, calamity, a fallen world.

Yes, there'll be drama in each battle group,

And one on one is so much more intense,

But in all that, our God made history,

Subliminal, with his two testaments:

The plans played out for human destiny.

Oh catch the awe, beyond phenomenal.

The Father, Spirit and the Wonderful.

17/1/2017

Oh soul believe, no contradictions break

The perfectly coherent messages

In sacred text. My soul, a lot's at stake:

Your costly destiny. Leave all the vestiges

Of doubt behind and snub the atheists,

With their mandates, and negative blue air,

To join with all those transcendentalists.

That's zero contradictions to his care.

Oh bend your heart to see that it's all true.

Start counting all the promises he made,

Then check fulfillment, follow every clue,

Revealing how your costly debt was paid.

Oh contemplate beyond the veil with me.

A light, shining, revealing destiny.

17/1/2017

We have a fallen Universe with all its scars.

Thermodynamics tells us it will die,

And reconfirmed by those exploding stars.

But aging grandeur has not passed it by.

Ignore the spin with those star nurseries,

Can we remember one star lighting up?

Ignore the spin from Universities,

There's no way to refill the cosmic cup.

Our Universe does not evolve, it runs:

Atomic forces mixed with gravity

And X-factor, with those exploding suns,

Still stimulate our curiosity.

Oh yes, there's grandeur still, it's glorious,

And tantalizingly mysterious.

17/1/2017

What is the greatest question ever posed?

Oh yes, which person splits Earth history?

He is the mighty Son of God, case closed?

Ahh,, not so fast, there's some controversy.

We're all the sons of God, if God is there,

And how can God take on humanity?

And if God's visiting, then who's up there?

Don't hold us back, those lines come from ET.

The Bible's absolutely crystal clear.

Yes, Jesus is the Word of God, made flesh.

He is the engineer, the volunteer,

With promises to start our lives afresh.

A quick reminder then, if doubts assail,

A foe also exists beyond the veil.

18/1/2017

Who are the real ET's with origins?

They cast aspersions on the Wonderful,

Without a doubt, they're angry aliens,

They're spiritual and trans-dimensional,

And they're the veiled eternal enemy.

His sacred text exhorts us what to do.

We battle them, and not humanity,

So love that angry person next to you.

When atheists and thought police coerce,

Remember then, we're battling ET.

Fortuitously we have sacred verse,

Coherence, light and credibility.

Oh contemplate on origins with me.

Our origins dictate our destiny.

18/1/2017

Eternity, DahRuum, DahRuum, DahRuum.

Oh destiny, DahRuum, DahRuum, DahRuum.

Oh liberty, DahRuum, D'Deet, Deet Deet.

DahRuum, D'Deet, Deet Deet, up on your feet

DahRuum. D'Deet, Deet, Deet, oh yes, repeat

DahRuum, dah ditty, dah dit dahhh.

DahRuum, dah ditty, dah dit dahhh.

DahRuum, dah ditty, dah dit dahhh.

DahRuum, dah ditty, dah dit dahhh.

Oh meditate, DahRuum, dah ditty, dah dit dah.

Don't hesitate, DahRuum, da ditty, da dit dah.

DahRuum, D'Ditty, deet deet, up on your feet,

Life line continuum. Oh happy feet!

Oh,,, con,,, tem,,, plate... DrhRuum! D'Deet.

Oh meditate on faults and randomness,

The very heart of evolution spin.

Oh sorry, I forgot, the nothingness,

The quantum mist and rock soup origin.

Back to genetic faults and randomness.

Is that an engineering method there?

Is there pre-planning, conscientiousness,

And maybe TLC in there, somewhere?

Ahh,,, let me think. A lot to think about.

Humanity, calamity and destiny.

I'm hoping to eliminate all doubt.

A mind would give some credibility.

But no, no mind, no engineering flair,

So no. No TLC, not anywhere.

20/1/2017

Oh contemplate the Aussie, Summer heat.

The perspiration in the eyes, the shirt.

Can temperature control of body heat,

Come from the sunlight, water, air and dirt,

Like evolution thought police insist?

Can sensors and control systems arise,

Without an engineering specialist?

Yes, interlinking parts to synchronize

The properties of water molecules,

And programming involved for DNA,

Containing all those complicated rules.

Can random chance do all of that? No way!

Control systems imply an engineer,

And that is absolutely crystal clear.

20/1/2017

Can we name four systems in heat control?

Oh yes, exactly like an air-conditioner,

And each must link for temperature control.

Ignore the atheists and our mass media,

An engineer for that, makes perfect sense.

We have the sensors there, detecting heat,

In skin, or wherever for the measurements.

Set-point and its control device for heat,

And actuators everywhere, all linked.

Oh yes, the software signalling, all clear,

And hi-tech hardware functioning, all synced,

Don't hold us back, that's from an engineer.

Each drop of perspiration, off the chin,

Confirms an engineering origin.

21/1/2017

Oh contemplate on air-conditioners,

By contrasting mandated origins.

The engineers for air-conditioners,

Humanity? Rock soup or aliens.

Or quantum mists, giving bacteria,

And monkey's uncle in the relatives.

Ignore the atheists and media,

We'll always emphasize the positives.

When engineering's there, to keep us cool,

And atheists always harass us on TV,

We'll always stress their influence in school,

And always stress applied technology.

Yes, air-conditioners can light the way,

To that true origin of DNA.

21/1/2017

Oh dwell on majesty, "Let there be light".

That phrase has echoed in eternity.

It speaks of qualities implying sight,

And speaks of absolute complexity:

The key foundation for a Universe,

And skills, which underlie the physical.

Oh contemplate with us on sacred verse.

Decisions made, beyond the technical,

Solidify in the meticulous.

The ingenuity will lead the way,

To implement the plans, miraculous,

In manufactured particles and DNA.

Oh contemplate beyond the veil with me.

Our history starts with complexity.

22/1/2017

Oh dwell on mystery, "Let us make man".

Let "... make him in our image" resonate:

There's individuality, the plan,

And God's plurality to contemplate.

That phrase speaks of eternal destiny,

And speaks of qualities, all personal.

Oh contemplate with us on liberty,

Decisions made, beyond sensational,

Communicate on the miraculous.

Imagination weaves its magic spell,

When plans were set in place, meticulous,

To give our destiny on which to dwell.

Oh contemplate beyond the veil with me.

Our destiny starts with community.

22/1/2017

Oh dwell on obvious complexity,

On cosmic laws, and how they could arise.

When skeptics look at blind design, we see

Their contradictions and their porky-pies,

Deliberate or unintentional.

Our Universe oozes meticulous,

So we feel confident a mind is critical

For its precision and connectedness.

Oh yes, fine tuning of its laws highlights

Cosmic precision to the Nth degree,

So can provide some relevant insights

On cosmic constants and complexity.

A mind, in veiled eternity makes sense.

A perfect match for scientific evidence

22/1/2017

When atheists highlight calamity,

We feel with them, disaster everywhere.

But oh, compassion and humility,

Self-sacrifice and oh, a mother's care.

Ignore the evolution thought police.

Those qualities did not evolve from slime,

Like in their blind designer centrepiece,

All helped by chance coincidence and time.

Self-sacrifice did not self-organize,

To give the cosmic joke, we're self-aware.

They've spun the mother of all porky-pies,

The grand delusion of a mother's care.

Self-raising nothingness is not the cause

For life's complexity and cosmic laws.

22/1/2017

Why stress the porky-pies with origins?

When scientific evidence is used

To postulate how everything begins,

To underpin their blind design world views,

All cited evidence is shewed. Each time,

The facts must be decoupled from the spin.

Inside the blind designer paradigm,

The facts don't show a random origin:

Complexity and laws both interlace,

Ten to the minus something seconds in.

Oh yes, if DNA evolved from empty space,

Something will self-arise. A wicked grin.

When mandating their blind design or court,

We catch a glimpse of why it's being taught.

22/1/2017

Oh contemplate holistic goals with us:

Our schools reflecting life and liberty.

A haven for pursuit of happiness,

Sowing the seeds of human destiny.

Can destiny and astrophysics blend?

Can sciences mix with philosophy?

Can hope and maths return a dividend,

When mixed with elementary chemistry?

Holistic goals make all of those a must.

Ignore the thought police and atheists

About the mystic grandeur of stardust,

They're peddling oblivion in quantum mists.

Oh peddle hope, and not oblivion.

Holistic goals should guide where we begin.

24/1/2017

How do we buckle up, for destiny?

Reject the evolution paradigm

Stealing our future hope and dignity.

Reject the fairy tale, we came from slime,

Reprocess what our education brings,

And rubberneck with transcendentalists:

They look at what resynchronizing brings.

Defy the thought police and atheists,

To join a rebel force, engaged in war

Against a broken system stealing hope.

We look for hopeful options to explore,

And with those options, resurrecting hope.

We have a mountain fortress in our way.

Oh buckle up, to check our DNA.

26/1/2017

Oh check some botany: A cob of corn.

Then contemplate,,, on mystic DNA:

The text of life. Oh contemplate its dawn,

Its complex elemental interplay,

Its information, microscopic size,

And ultimate, hi-tech complexity.

Oh pause, with open heart and open eyes,

To contemplate that finger food with me.

If corn and humans share some DNA,

Would that imply all life evolved from slime,

And if God's there, he doesn't care? No way!

Yes pause,,, to dwell on destiny and time.

All DNA implies an engineer.

Oh buckle up for what we hold so dear.

26/1/2017

Check out a work-based conference:

No talk of destiny, but yes on dignity.

In schools? Restrictions on our common sense,

And there's no destiny or dignity:

Monkeys for relatives, and that's a must.

In conference, respect and dignity,

In schools, vibrating atoms and stardust.

Oh pause, to see why we stress destiny,

And stress our schools' hidden curriculum:

Stripping our children of their dignity.

What trait should mark every curriculum?

It's in the way we treat our family.

Oh check our schools, and their curriculum.

Investigate what's being taught in them.

26/1/2017

When atheists begin their spin, beware,

They'll cite the cruelty and violence,

And hint, if god is there, he doesn't care,

And there's no way he wields omnipotence.

Has scientific evidence been used

In those denied religious caveats?

A certain no. All that's religious views,

Using the multiverse and magic hats.

Ignore the bluff when they cite evidence,

Denied religion gives their game away.

Only a real designer inference

Sets up our Universe and complex DNA.

A fallen world accounts for violence,

But that's, also, not scientific evidence.

26/1/2017

When evolutionists stress blind design,

They focus on their famous family tree.

They'll get uptight and say there is design,

Just look at DNA complexity.

Oh yes, they want the cake and icing too.

They'll huff and puff about their paradigm,

Always explaining what a god should do,

But blind design won't generate the slime,

The rocks, deep space or singularities.

Their famous tree cannot be used for those.

They'll huff about their family certainties,

But life is nothing like what they propose.

The Universe runs like a real machine.

Oh contemplate the magic in that scene.

26/1/2017

How do we separate the natural,

Pick any situation, anywhere

Or anytime, from supernatural?

Look out, we absolutely wouldn't dare.

We love to mix time with eternity,

The natural and supernatural,

Community and biochemistry.

We love to join all those, sensational.

Ignore the atheists and media.

They're confident all those can separate,

But watch them both, nothing is cagier.

We have their porky pies to contemplate.

What grabs the honest intellectual?

Oh yes, the natural and supernatural.

26/1/2017

Why love those angry people next to us?

We see potential for a warrior.

We feel for them, all life is dangerous,

So snub the thought police and media.

Reality is more than something physical,

Humanity did not evolve from rocks,

Unveiled eternity is just sensational,

And future destiny resets the clocks.

Maybe they've lost, in some scenario,

Or beaten down by our mass media,

Or maybe life has passed them by. But oh,

A pulse and thoughts? We see a warrior.

Oh contemplate,,, on love,,, eternity,,,

And rescue plans,,, for lost humanity.

28/1/2017

How do we love those people next to us?

We see them as an ally in the fight.

We see someone, in search of happiness,

Whether they're horizontal or upright,

We see potential in those people there.

Oh contemplate the battle field with us.

We have an enemy out there, somewhere,

Invisible and highly dangerous.

So practice up to be prepared, be kind.

Don't be a casualty, so duck and weave,

Don't leave a fallen warrior behind,

And don't forget the children as we leave.

They'll misinterpret rescue efforts, right?

So when they take a swing, provide a light.

28/1/2017