Before and After, by Brian37
We furrow our brow
With clinched fist
We bellow
Ignorant of the fate
That awaits us all
We are made up
Of that before
In transition
To nothing more
We posture and bloat
And conflate
Our importance
Over what awaits
Hubris the disease
That shortens our ride
The flurry of nothing
We must recognize
We rattle and pound
With such great noise
To an end
No life can avoid
I do not seek
To promote magic
Or to claim
Absolute oracles
But of to say
If to extend
What we have
We can extend
If of such
We don't pretend
We don't pretend
That of Santa
We don't pretend
That of Allah
That of Jesus
These claims are hollow
Males of Alpha
These claims be
To subjugate
Advisories
To be on top
Is life's goal
To become fuel
For something else
Finite we are
And must dispense
With all this myth
If we want to live
Marketing doesn't always sell truth, effective marketing always appeals to the masses, which is why the super natural claims exist. Feeling good, far too often wins out over pragmatism and reality. Marketing is simply the skill of appealing to emotion.
Jesus and Allah, your or me, 50 billion years from now will be all equally famous.
morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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To G.M. Hopkins May 7, 2001
driving into a furnace of sky
barred with purple flues of cloud
a blue-trunked hearth
no cosmic finger here but 10 billion
parts of mud, tearing light, bending
sun's red arms to the dirty earth
Truth December 5, 2003
no god no chance no bad luck
but under this surface stuff
the quiet one treads its path
devolution of god November 19, 2004
that discovery under grey soil of
some speck in the east indies - a
tiny man who grew up on the treed
side of the volcano while sumeria
painted her word pictures - cries
with hope that we’ve invented god
Lunch with the almighty January 3, 2007
after an unlikely deathbed conversion i sit
on god’s porch with the best view in heaven
“but i don’t deserve forgiveness,” says i &
“235U + n ----> 134Xe + 100Sr + 2n,” replies god
Existence May 23, 2008
my mind makes a one-way trip
at night on a winding road
through spectacular country.
yellow headlights climbing
tough grades. eyes ensnared by
the journey. yesterdays are
tail light reflections dark
shapes in a darkening mirror
"Experiments are the only means of knowledge at our disposal. The rest is poetry, imagination." Max Planck
Credulous Faith, By Brian37
Hubble is a lier
With it all it's scope
Reaching distant light
Dashing myth's hope
DNA is dead
It hold's no truth
Faith is the vertue
The only needed proof
How dare you
Take away my friend
Tell me I am talking to myself
In a futile end
You lie you lie
In the pyre you will burn
For pointing out reality
For this you will earn
Adam trumps adenine
No matter what you say
Women come from ribs
It is the only way
I want my magic harem
I want have my briss
Mutilating baby genitals
Propping up my myth
Jefferson's "fatal harbinger"
On duprees they rest
Witches run and hide
Reason at it's best
Keys on a kite
Were the death of Thor
Hubble tells the truth
Myth is needed no more
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
Check out my poetry here on Rational Responders Like my poetry thread on Facebook under Brian James Rational Poet, @Brianrrs37 on Twitter and my blog at www.brianjamesrationalpoet.blog