Infinite Faith

- I -
Thank God!  Quod erat demonstratum! 

What god do you speak of? 
Shouldn't you be focused on our victory? 
We've finished the problem! 
Yup, we did it. Leave fiction out of it. 
Wait. God's fiction to you? 
I don't believe in ancient fairytales, 
So, god is just some made up fable. 
My five senses haven't sensed
And I personally haven't experimented!

- II -
Ok. Let's think about it

Do you see this tripped up 8 here? 
Yeah, infinity. What about it? 
What number then is infinity? 
Come on silly! It's not really a number
But have your senses sensed it? 
Well science shows that it's true! 
Like when science showed the Earth 
Was like a pancake with dangerous edges? 
Well that was still you "God people"! 
Well Thales for one, and more
Held this with proof, and debates
Flourished. Earth indeed's spherical 
Just like we know infinity today.
To how many digits? 

- III -
And have you tasted your belief? 
What do you mean? 
The belief that you're correct, 
The axiom that absence of proof
Yields proof of the absence? 
No the onus of proof is on you!
So do you think any number
Stands taller than infinity ever? 
Of course not! That's the limit
Nothing ever gets there, but slowly
The numbers ride higher and higher
And that's where the end would be. 
So is it or is it not one of them? 
Is it real, imaginary or other? 
Silly you. Of course not! 
But it is the limit of big numbers? 
Yes. Infinity represents going 
Higher but never ever stopping. 

- IV -
Then infinity is a god. 
What? You had to go there! 
Well it is a god right? 
Something nobody's seen
Nobody knows quite for sure
How big or how small, 
But just that it exists
Beyond our comprehension
We can calculate it 
We can...
To how many decimal places? 
Can we experience it? 
Or can we find experiences
That point to it? 
Now you're talking in circles
To pull superstition out of the hat. 
Well you believe in infinity
Which you've never seen
Outside a Maths book or class
So there are many infinities
Pervading the fabric of the 
Universe, and the supreme of 
All those infinities, is God. 

Nonsense! Nonsense...
I don't believe in ancient fairytales, 
So, god is just some made up fable. 
My five senses haven't sensed
And I personally haven't experimented!
Yet you believe modern human tales, 
Where god is a fable, but infinity is real
Though no sense has come close
To making you personally experience it. 

(c) nyonglema

Special moments

We miss them when bliss seems too elusive, 
When ailments of a foot, or of an eye
Clamor and demand your attention exclusive.
What did you overlook? 

One foot aching means the other foot, 
And the rest of the body are well. 
Isn't pain a signal that something is afoot
Only in part of the whole?

So as the lion gores the deer, and the snake
Cracks the bones of that tender cub, 
Or you notice the quivers and deadly shake
As the earth opens to engulf,

What are you likely to overlook? 
Oxygen flowing, the sun shining, humans surviving 
Horrible catastrophe? 
The rescue crew, first responders, lion cubs tenderly
Fed by their loving mother, 
A snake living another day, 
Dead matter feeding the humble beetle? 

For no evil can exist without prior good. 
As there's no darkness without prior light
There's no pain without prior serenity
There's no war without prior peace
There's no hate without prior love
There's no death without prior life
There's no end without a prior start. 
What did you overlook 
As you inertly focus on the call to take action,
While cursing the rest of you still active? 

(c) nyonglema

Walk on Water

The lessons of the gears that power the universe
Pour forth in ambitious drips into a bowl
To build an ocean from simple watery smears. 

From Egypt slavery one was chosen to show the signs, 
And staff and cloak he led the scowling whole, 
Across the river; he parted it to stay dry from brine. 

Before reward for courage to preach against the abhorrent,
The prophet chanced upon the Jordan's deadly bowl, 
And with his student, parted it for dread of its current. 

But when the promise long foretold at last came to pass
God Himself, didn't take a staff, or cloak, 
But let the water be, and showed His friends His glory. 

(c) nyonglema

Clean fire place

The fire just went out in the hearth, 
As the pot, cold stares out the hut door. 
The wood burnt, yet nothing anymore 
Can tell the story of the flames it bore. 

Clean out the dust, clean it out! 
Our God is an awesome God who loves to see
Cleanliness in everything! Clean quickly
For Him to see how clean our feat

Even the darkened soot mud walls
Seem to cower and hide, lest one notices
That they witnessed the fire, that pieces
Of history reside in their crevices 

As webs dangle from the bamboo overhead, 
Darkened by that fire, slowly swaying 
In the windless silence of the day greying. 
The cold pot silently stares out the door. 

What pain put out the fire in the hearth? 
What self-glorification deceives in aspect, 
Forcing cleanliness, not as one would expect
By seeing the ashes, picturing insects
Dancing in the flames that made them 
Smoke rising, lighting the walls, 
A cacophony of color, noise, mayhem
Under the metal pot enthralled. 

What pain put out the fire in the heart? 
To deny the fire once there, to deny ashes, 
A mark of humus in the  very code of DNA, 
A hot pot changing the fruits of the day, 
Seeing God not in our earthly feats 
But directing our feet along His own way? 

What pain hides the fire from the heart? 
Lift the wood and live again, light a new flame
Light a new flame, and touch the ash. 

(c) nyonglema

No god ?

The multiverse expands beyond human imagination, 
The monoverse as well, spreading in every direction. 
Are we alone? Was mars ours before? 
The questions stomp on Einstein's ant brain
Yet others gnaw at its toe nails, as if
To mock at greatness, as if they could win all. 

Yes, others study humbly and can tell what destruction 
80kg of weird humongous monstrosity can action 
In their ant-ly lives. Those gnawing think 80kg, 50, 
20kg are all the same. 
Is lack of knowledge about something, proof 
That all answers are equally possibly true? 

Is black dark grey and white a lighter black? 
Is killing 10 people same as 5 million lives, 
Or is starving an infant in a death camp
The same as denying a meal to a migrant? 
Is failing to save the planet, the same as 
Failing to save your neighbor's house from flames? 

Does the decapitation by one justify the inquisition? 
Or does the inquisitor's evil justify decapitation? 
Does the guillotine prove fickle humanity, 
Or does it show the eternity of revolution? 
Are all theories of our existence valid, 
In spite of the contradictions beaming from them? 

In our quest for the mind of God, as said Albert, 
Can every theory explain our reality accurately? 
Is the addition of 2 and 2 same as 2²? 
Are we claiming no god based on our understanding, 
Or our lack of understanding of our surroundings? 
Are we ants that gnaw, or ones that seek to grow? 

(c) nyonglema

The Journalist’s Lies

“The rules are simple: they lie to us, we know they're lying, they know we know they're lying, but they keep lying to us, and we keep pretending to believe them.”

 ― Elena Gorokhova, A Mountain of Crumbs



Lions brawn teeth hair fierce mane
Death silent sentient salient insane

First a scratch on marble, neglected
It widens, all see it, neglect it
Blood oozes pus, we gonna let it

What's a little Fib to evil? 
One starts the rise to new levels
Then one again before in shovels
It leaps to hell totally disheveled

2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21
Fibs eat laxity with no laxatives on
34 climbing up to 4-1-8-1
Eyes turn away; what's a little Fib growing? 
We'll find a way even when Truth's gone. 

Lions brawn teeth hair fierce mane
No courage to face pain to heal game
It's not all false, it's not all bane
So let's pretend everything here is sane
Let's let evil remodel and set its reign
Death silent sentient salient insane

(c) nyonglema




Sola scripturina

Welcome to high school, where the books
Need cranes, the pens get drained 
And, and... you'll overload the brain! 

So, wise student, see here this gizmo:
All formulae, all concepts here for you, 
Picked and chosen all that pain to eschew

Newton's central idea, Lorentz's too
Lavoisier, Curie, Mendeleev, Bohr, more
In little print, focusing just on core. 

Of course the details long to be read
Upon the hundreds of pages that hide, 
Behind each of this books pages' side

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut................

This student Luther, the know-it-all 
Has determined that the Principia is 
Not needed to get the central theses.

That our little book intended to aid
Is solely sufficient, so ditch the rest,
Rely solely on these excerpts for the test. 

(c) nyonglema

Expertise

Which book has been the most burnt, 
The most insulted, the most analyzed, 
Challenged, denigrated, hated? 

Experts in the comment section 
Light up the fireworks of opinion. 
Greek and Hebrew and Aramaic 
Hold no secret to them. 

The History of the People whose
Words fill its pages is as 
Elementary as ABC to them; they 
Can re-enact it from their homes. 

Armed with the sword of language, 
History, culture, Geography, 
Philosophy and science of the day, 
They hack away, they hack away! 

Contradictions? hack hack hack. 
Falsehoods? hack hack hack. 
Human inventions? hack hack hack. 
Their keyboards sharper than steel!

They've read all 73 books, stroke 
For stroke, and can parallel texts,
One section to other, to see how each author
Made up the story to suit their narrative. 

Or they have not? But 1 video is sufficient, 
They're now experts of everything! 
The Book is false, the tradition as well. 
Their feelings and opinion are the Truth. 

Encouraged by others like them who 
In pride turned Its words into rascals, 
Bending them to do their will over the Will
They type away, playing "God". 

(c) nyonglema



After Trump 2

So now Trump lost, and Facebook, Twitter, Alphabet, Hollywood and the MSM won...

Hold back your tears, Marcus Antonius, as the toga
With holes which is prop to your words.

Lost for words, the crowds try to catch your every word.
Their ears try to synthesize hope from them, 
The man on the pedestal will no more give them such hope
And hopefully he taught them how to fish. 

No more will their voices be heard, even 
As the gramophone goes silent. 
For four years they heard their echo with solutions
And saw these take form according to their wish. 

The storm within seeks an outlet to simmer down, 
But Caesar wasn't enough for the conspirators.
They want more blood, as a cat taunting its catch, 
The murderer stabbing the lifeless victim
Forgetting that anger leads always to great evil
Especially when egged on by a victor's muzzle.

Hold back your tears, Marcus Antonius, and keep peace, 
In spite of Newton's third law, hold back, keep peace.

(c) nyonglema