dystopic for utopia

man in his infinite forms, 
moving, forming
building tearing, 
leaving, bringing
laughing crying 
sighing trying,
healing, 
energy outside, inside

industrious, benevolent in his many forms
laboring, breathing hard, breathing light,
dropping, lifting,
healing, feeling, 
fixing bending, 
smiling, frowning,
helping, yelping, 
falling, rising,
striving to reach the end, 
the top

make, remake,
take and tweak,
made the landscape of earth unique

such it the hope, the positive, 
the nemesis of the dystopian way,
the way of hope, premised on love
by the majority of each precious one,
who comprise the masses,
its the best we have to offer

yes, point out our faults and dwell, 
on the fallingness of man
for there is no eternal life 
without peace with God,
who loves us all

only one gate,
one sheepfold, 
did it with his own blood
who among us would give his own son
to pay for ransom?

they are not my rules, 
any more than that any of us come, 
even infinitesimally close to changing the rules,
to having set the least element of thermodynamics into motion

we are but responders to all that is and already ordained,
we react
though we have authority granted within our sphere of domain,
to change the course of history, 
even a bit of own destiny granted by divine order, 
like infamous free will, 
precious of all to figure for the good,
or for its enemy - evil
we have dire limitations, but freedom,
free to deny the divinem
free to live autonomously from God

old fashioned concept this concept called evil
as arcane as a heaven or hell,
as ancient as myth, so called,
as belief in a God,
as fit for the masses who uphold the priesthood of science,
gone rebel since the renaissance from heaven endowed,
free to disbelieve
though its effects daily occur, blatant reality,
old fashioned concept forsaken 
for existentialism, new age, humanism, relativism and the like
hey whatever, to each his, her own,
such is consequence of the free will,
it must stand inviolate at all costs,
it must be sanctioned, defended,
right it is to fight to the death, 
to uphold your beliefs
we belong to our own
give me liberty or death,
each our own full right
freedom of will, beautiful thing
our constitution for start

we react
we are not the masters of our destiny,
and yet neither are we subject entirely to random whims of chance,
as if chance were an entity,
as if probability were a being, 
as if mathematics and physics were divine,
as if these phenomenon were our fates

i beg not your pardon,
in stating the truth-
remember free will

we are subject to Him who set all these in place
i am accountable to him,
my will so decides,
just as einstein said, he plays not dice with the universe,
he does not play chance with his creation,
all is perfectly held in place and motion,
to the last spark,
the last particle,
the last neutrino or quark,
if there is a last particle to order
within the confines of our limitations,
to create from what already is,
in that matter cannot be created or destroyed-
it alters states of being,
. . . whatever the bit
whatever the divergence,
whatever the digression,
the philosophy, politics or religion,
the rub is, he rules over all, living and not,
acknowledged by us or not

the tools of science,
he's provided,
we use them in everything we do,
we take them for granted,
we pay intellectual homage,
to them as if they were gods
and in so doing because of the rewards, 
the things that give us pleasure and fill,
we worship these as if that's all that there is,
then we forget and lose ourselves in the fray,
of busy work instead-
our futility, our fears,
our ambitions and loves, 
precious in his sight above

we sleep and we rise to repeat the cycles again
not thinking about the end of our days
trusting ourselves to the fates by default

no apologies to the theorists,
the proud who proclaim themselves,
masters of their and our reality,

. . . setting scientific edicts into place by rule of evolutionary premise,
based on fragmented bones purported millions of years old,
found in the remotest regions of africa
snake oil in a centrifuge spun

we are but slaves, either to them or ourselves as we swoon,
over the carbon dating dichotomy with its own limitations
intellect of thought handed over on a petri dish, 
a forensic plate, 
a jar of formaldehyde with eintstien's brain entombed
we are but responders to what already is
looking for longevity
immortality
colonize mars and beyond
while one minute and a half to midnight 
poised to stike to  our atomic clock
 
nature reveals the glory of God in manifest ways,
plethora of knowledge gained over the centuries,
explosion of same within the last century span,
instruments of investigation brilliant in time
light reveals awesome mysteries,
light, light, light and more light

i pray for these gentlemen, my kin,
whose eyes be blinded
by the brilliant light of the divine
like a neutron star,
like a quasar 
in their face like mine
in the image of God were created

what more is there
to shock us like the key on ben franklin's line,
in a lightening storm,
illuminating his face
bringing him to reality, realization,
sparking him, with illumination,
both science and divine

blinded, the light reflects back to their minds,
causes them to see themselves in their own place, 
self enthroned full of own grace,
yet blind to see that flesh is corruptible,
flesh, in utter state of entropy daily, 
by each second dies,
each cell, within its genetic code, programmed
dies daily, dies, deteriorates, 
putrid, rancid blemish
no lie, just the way it is
it is what it is

searching for the fountain of youth
life eternal
on this miserable earth wracked with imperfection
i would rather not live, subsist or give to life forever,
put me out of my misery
from being a cog in a spinning wheel,
endless futility

knowledge and data streams,
inventive breakthroughs daily,
per second per millisecond,
exponentially growing, expanding to infinity
no containment-
will never implode, 
constantly fluxing,
til man self destructs like nero,
or globally, via madmen, like kim jong-un,
by which the world is replete,
or til the universe stops expanding

til Christ, the one who set it all in motion returns
at which time a new growth will begin
an' you haven't seen anything yet, 
the knowledge will really begin then,
without hindrance 

imagine a world of no impedance, 
that is, no entropy,
no darkness, 
only light, 
only growth,
a world of glorious growth 
for only that which is good,
back in sync, the way it was meant to be,
before corruption busted the castle doors in 

no disease, no war by hate,
no misunderstanding, 
perfect communication,
a world where the lion lays down with the lamb
of such is utopia come