Hypatia, By Brian37

What would such
An advanced woman
Think of Virgina's
State Senate if alive today

What would this
Alexandrian mind
Think of men
Using religious law

To force her
To get an ultra sound
What would she think
Of our right wing today

Cryril meme
Haunts reality
Lynus's blanket
More important

More important
That the truth
Such a brilliant woman
Spoke long ago

"Fables should be
Taught as fables
Myths
As myths

"In fact
Men will
Fight for
A superstition"

And for her wisdom
She was murdered
And still today
Women suffer

Hypatia would not
Walk behind a man
Would want to drive
And also vote

She'd burn a Burka
She'd tell the State Senate
Of Virgina
Stay off my body

Hypatia
Lead them now
Let your voice
Give them power

You may have fallen
So long ago
But your words
Can reach every corner

To the women
Of the world
Rise up and take your place
In our modern world

Alexandria
Did not burn
It is still alive
In her words

Rise up women
Demand they stop
For the world's men
Owe women our birth
(End)

This poem was inspired by reading the following quote. I really wish I had been aware of this quote along time ago. It is amazing to me that it is still relevant today, and bittersweet too. Because even in the states were men can be arrested for abusing women, we still have a country where men try to dictate religious morals on the bodies of others. AND they still don't for the most part, allow women into power among the religious ranks.

AND, especially to Arab woman reading this. YOU ARE NOT PROPERTY, your men do not own you. I hope this does piss off the theocratic jackasses who run theocracies like Iran and Saudi Arabia. Women are not a sub species and are not property and can decide for themselves who they marry and even what religion they are if any.

"Fables should be taught as fables, myths as myths,

and miracles as poetic fancies. To teach superstitions as truths is a most terrible thing. The child-mind accepts and

believes them, and only after great pain and perhaps tragedy can he be in after-years relieved of them. In fact, men will

fight for a superstition quite as quickly as for a living truth-often more so, since a superstition is so intangible you cannot get

at it to refute it, but truth is a point of view, and so is changeable. And to rule by fettering the mind through fear of

punishment in another world is just as base as to use force." This infuriated Cyril the bishop of Alexandria and the local christians.

In March of 415 A.D., when Hypatia was 60 yrs old, she left the lecture hall one night to enter a carriage and go home. She was

viciously attack by the Nitrian monks leading a fanatical, hate filled Christian mob. After first stripping her naked, she was

barbarously murdered, then dragged through the streets, her flesh cut from her bones and finally burned piecemeal. Her crime?

She told the truth about the Christians' (I WOULD ADD ALL RELIGIONS)

The Dark Alley, By Brian37

Leaving work
To the metro
His late night stroll
Lead him past the alley

The storefront lights
And bone white moon
Gave him
A false sense of security

Out of a dark shadow
A thuggish gunman
Suddenly
Dragged him in

The evil mugger
With gun to head
Gave the man
Two choices

"Give me your wallet
And I'll let you live
But chose to keep it
And I'll shoot you dead"

And the victim
With bravery
Boldly stood up and asked
"What kind of choice is this, God?"

Motifs, By Brian37

A damsel
Tied to the tracks
Handlebar mustache
Tweaked with fingers

Tweaked
In contemplation
Of how the plan
Is perfect

Are not all
The petticoats
Claiming martyrdom
Fallaciously aggressively

We are all evil
To those outside
Our home is only
Railroad ties

In the end
We all die
The hero worship
Is a fallacy

The only thing
Tied to our tracks
Is our introspection
That we all lack

The only true evil
That we cannot see
No matter how much death
The end is our only means

Death to curses
And foiled again
Death to tribalism
And Superman

We are all human
With the same ties
And the train called time
Will take us all

The Illusion, By Brian37

From the onset
From the first breath
The sickle chases us
To a variety of death

We fight in futility
This final reality
With vacuous labels
Of class and status

Since atoms decay
To our dismay
The futile efforts
We display

Our masks have names
In race and religion
Of power and wealth
And national origin

And in our history
None have escaped
The finite reality
All will face

The illusion enticing
The peacock strut
With fanciful feathers
Attracting others

Plumes of falsehood
Empty promises
And hollow threats
Divide humanity

Trapped we are
By this illusion
Painfully obvious
Is our imagination

A way out
Will never be
No mater what lie
We believe

From the fame
To the farmer
To the Pope
To the president

All who are ,all who were
And all who will ever be
Will be swallowed by time
And obscurity

The cosmos
Is cold
Uncaring
And not cognitive

Please spare me
From your accusation
Of negativity
Born from credulity

Nay be I fatalistic
Or pessimistic
Merely from facing
Reality

Are there wonders
And happiness
To be found
Here and now?

A resounding yes
I too shout
YES, YES YES
I have no choice

A kitten's purr
A loved one's hug
I value too
Without myth making

The illusion must die
For the mind to survive
The sickle the victor
And will always win

It reaps our bodies
And our stories
Laughing at petty attempts
To outlast it's dark robe

Facing the finite
Is solitude
Incantations
Are pale placebos

We dress
Dress and redress
Our flavors
Hoping the ice cream wont melt

It does
It will
It is
Our finality

Stand Your Ground, By Brian37

This far from
The voting rights act
Fire hoses
And dog attacks

A decent boy
Shot dead
His only crime
Being black

This is what
The right wing wrought
Painting the minority
As always the criminal

Nanny state
Ghetto mentality
This is the bullshit
That gets people murdered

But ilk of Jeb
And the tea party
Give a shit not
Of whom they affect

Carrying ice tea
And merely Skittles
On the phone
We heard him pleading

Fox Fear Mongering
And that of Rush
Focused on wealth
Screw everyone else

This guy was not
Flashing symbols
Tagging bridges
Or selling drugs

He was on his way
To meet his dad
Like every teen
Does all the time

It is way past time
To take the right down
Stop its bigotry
Stop it's propaganda

Contempt, By Brian37

If you ask me
If I have
Contempt for faith
The answer is yes

Not as
A human rights
Issue
But in accepting

In accepting
Without testing
In accepting
Out of fear

Out of fear
You'll be punished
Or out of fear
It cant be questioned

You lack faith
Of claims of others
I am no different
Just one fewer

In contempt
Both us hold
That once held
In history of old

Where once gods favored
Owning other humans
Where that of women
Were merely maids

In contempt
I hold attempts
To turn education
Into science fiction

I hold in contempt
Those who deny
That of DNA
Disproving virgin births

You ask me why
I have such contempt
For that of faith
I answer such

Fear of question
Holds us back
Contempt for that
I'll always have

That today is today
And wiser be
Our species advances
When the past we leave

Dusty Banjo, By Brian37

In the age
Of running boards
Workers slaved
In the fields

Labor camps
Babies cry
Mother's milk
As arid as the land


What made wine
Also made wrath
Decimated
An entire state

One man
With song in hand
Hopped the rails
And sang to masses

Of standing up
To the crumbs
Thrown at them
By the owners

How could one
Enjoy their bounty
While others starve
He wanted better

His dusty banjo
Sings today
Occupy Wall Street
Our modern Dust Bowl

We fight to end
The monopoly
That drives down wages
Creating more poverty
(end)

I hate country music. But that is not a hate thing just a taste thing. Outside my personal taste, I was moved last night by the movie "Bound For Glory". It was a movie about the country singer Woodie Guthry. He fought the farm owners who exploited the workers and paid them slave wages and fought for unions.

We need more people like that today. We are entering a new age of exploitation where the war is on the worker's ability to bargain.

Raising Cain, By Brian37

While one man
Reached the mountain top
Another man
Trivialized him

How is it
A godless man
Like me
Does not do the same?

Money equals power
Cain would claim
If you don't have it
You are worthless

Jaded the man
Who cannot see
That the movement
Was fought by the poor

Without it
This jaded man
Would not be
Running for the republican nomination

How is it
I can see
What this jaded man
Cannot?

Cain shit on those
Who made it possible
For him
To get where he got

Martin Luther King
Is a lesson to humanity
Not just for blacks
Or Christians

Never close
Will Cain be
To the compassion
Of that of King

Cain is a fool
Who cannot see
We're on one ship
On the same sea

Fuck you Cain
Keep your success
For it comes at the cost
Of the rest of us

Not all at the top
Think like you
They can see
What workers do

Jaded the man
Who devalues the poor
Who thinks they are special
By mere proxy of class

I see the vision
King died for
You shit on that Cain
And of that I abhor

Dogs and hoses
Lynching and death
And all you can do
Is tout selfish profits

Too selfish to see
It was the poor
Who fought for that mountain
You seek to exploit

Mountains of money
Are what you worship
Prosperity and compassion
Are what King demanded

King's mountain
Was a view to behold
Your mountain of money
Is selfishly cold

He fought for you
But all you spew
Is let them eat cake
You worthless peasants

No Cain, no
You're ilk will not win
The rights of the worker
Will no longer be ignored

Your false cries
Of socialism
You'd have to include King
But you know damned well you cant.

Race once the issue
But his story applies
Monopolies of power
All should despise

Your feigned cries
The poor are jealous
Of your wealth
You cant sell any more

King was a man
You are a prick
He had compassion
Something you lack

You are of "I"
He saw a "we"
Of the people
Not of one class

Look at the news
Herman Cain
You will not win
We out number you

King saw room
For everyone
He just wanted
The lopsidedness to end

A lesson lost
On people like you
Who think one class matters
And the others should bow

No Cain, no
I vote too, I vote too
You will no longer
Bully the rest of us

Thank you King
For what you've done
Not just for blacks
But for all humans


No longer
Can they claim
That we are lazy
Or worthless

No longer
Can they excuse
Their class monopoly
Of political parties

King is alive
And he will thrive
And we will win
Thank you King, Thank you

(end)

Not one of my faves that I have written but got tons of attention. I am not talking about message or content but flow.

This poem is about how Herman Cain when running blamed everyone who didn't get to where he was at, forgetting, that no matter ones race, there are far more below that do the work, and in also forgetting race, if it were not for other blacks taking the beatings and the dogs and the hoses, he wouldn't have gone on to be a CEO of a pizza chain.

The poem is about how King wanted a future where no one was devalued and everyone was judged "on the content of their character". Cain stupidly thinks that character is built on class and money.

One Nation, By Brian37

Huddled masses
Hollow words
To revisionists
Selling fear

Those two words
Not in the original
Added by theocrats
Well after the fact

And not to include
As Frances wanted
But Stalin's Russia
Used to scare

A litmus test
They deny
The god in the pledge
Is not generic

It was not there
When written
And inconsistent
With the oath of office

No one has to
Via force of law
To swear an oath
To any god

Sit in silence
Some suggest
Or skip those words
If you wish

No, it is our symbol
And should be neutral
Like a zebra
In the NFL

The Constitution
Are the masses
Of different strips
Who pass her torch

Yearning
Not to be
Monochromatic
Or merely guests

A Jew, A Muslim
And atheist too
Who serve in our congress
Should be proof

To remove those words
Would not equal Stalin
But a rejection of favoritism
Of the likes of Iran

The state not the god
Nor the god the state
But individual rights
All should protect

I refuse
To sit in the back
Or to remain silent
While others attack

Attack what it means
To live in this country
To swear an oath
To a god I don't believe

Freedom to the founders
Was never to exclude
By proxy of tradition
Or popular belief

It was up to us
Not to them
The mind of the individual
No second class

As long as those words
Continue to remain
What should unify
Divided we stay

Tribal lions
Marking trees
With religious urine
Marking territory

Their worship as bad
Of that of the state
The Communist party
Demanding blind loyalty

Neutrality the cure
And good for all
Remove those words
So we can move forward

My oath my oath
Is not to a party
Nor to a god
But to the words
Of our Constitution

Big, By Brian37

I can fathom
A quark
I can fathom
An atom

But what they suggest
Go's way beyond nature
Way beyond
Reality

I can picture
The grand canyon
I can picture
The peak of Mt Everest

I can see
The pock mark moon
I have seen
Pictures of earth

I can see
The solar flares
I can see
The rings of Saturn

I can see
The Milky Way
I can see
Our significance

And the best
The biggest, believers suggest
Beyond our universe
Is A comic book myth?

300 Yards, By Brian37

Not a statistic
Of the big game
Not of passing
Not of running

The flaps came down
And the brave became
Targets moving
Like a carnival game

No stuffed animal won
No cotton candy sold
Just crimson white caps
Shredded flesh, blown up and shot

They played with Jax
No bouncing ball
And after that
Faced land mines and barbed wire

Some in shock
Stood up in horror
Exploding watermelons
Became their skull

The buzzing bees
Were supposed to help
But missed far to many
Of those atop the cliffs

The white cotton
Was too dense
Making the pilots
Afraid to deploy

And the marionettes
In Warhol numbers
Missed their mark
Falling from above

The hard shell tortoise
Came to help
But he and his brethren
Fell prey to the shallows

The carnival patron
Had the edge
Or so he thought
The game was rigged

The darts were dense
Hitting many a balloon
Surely the fortification
Would be enough

But the bleak weather
At the French Fair
The beaches littered
With limbs and valor

The pill boxes lost
It was no game
It was 300 yards
To victory

I think about
This legacy
And what if
It had been me

No way no way
Not one ounce
Not one yard
Not one inch

I could not do
What they did
I could not step
Onto that beach

I have to thank
Those who did
Made the run
So I could live

300 yards
Beyond the Jax
Beyond the wire
To climb the cliffs

I am here
Because of them
And what they did
So I could live.

(end)

This poem is about the D day invasion and the bravery most of us could never muster.

Mark Antony And Pussyfoot, By Brian37

What brilliance
With a cartoon
To display our capacity
For compassion

Chuck Jones
A head of his time
Took a bulldog
And gave us a mind

Bluster superfluous
The bulldog bellowed
The kitten oblivious
To his objections

With a purr
And a kneading
The bulldog succumbed
To to the kitten's innocence

But the master
Aware of his past
Banished the bulldog
To the yard

Separated
He was from his new friend
Now in the kitchen
In danger of peril

All he could do
Is look through the window
No way to save
The kitten in trouble

Egg beaters
And rolling pins
The bulldog did not see
The escape from the flower bin

The rolling pin rolled
The cookie cutter cut
In cat shapes
Into the oven it went

The bulldog gasped
In complete horror
His new found friend
Was no more

The case not be
That of his fate
Like I said
The cat did escape

While banished in the yard
She did take pity
On the bulldog
Whom she had punished

She opened the door
And offered him peace
Ironically shaped
In that of a kitten

He placed the cookie
On his back
Not knowing his real friend
Had survived

Right just then
With sullen eyes
The cat purred buy
To his surprise

With sudden joy
And great glee
The bulldog found
His friend again

He wagged his finger
And warned of danger
The cat kneaded
His back again

(end)

If anyone of you don't know. This is a poem about my absolute favorite cartoon in the entire world.

It was about a bulldog who kept bringing toys into the house until the woman kicked him out. He was playing in the yard when a kitten happened by. He growled and barked until the oblivious kitten crawled up his back and purred and kneaded his back. He liked it and found a new friend. But tried to sneak it into the house while the woman was baking cookies.

Antigone, By Brian37



He's my brother

Are not we all

Cruel to outsiders

They shall fall



Why cant we

Look past divisions

See flesh as flesh

And death as death



War after war

We defend our own

Yet from mothers and sisters

We all came



Of labels and nations

Our flags we wave

Outsiders will rot

Under buzzards and flies



And what has changed

Death after death

War after war

Nothing



Our sisters cry

When bombs birst

Borders mean nothing

Upon our birth



Why is cruelty

Our species norm

Of Antigone

Compassion learned



From the first stone

To bash a skull

Over power and resources

And nothing more



If intellect

Matured faster than weapons

A time would arise

When humanity abandons them



Our world too small

To conquer more

SHOUT ANTIGONE

UNTILL THEY HEAR



DNA and evolution

Already prove

The same past

All have come



And all our future

Is clad in iron

Whatever epitaph

For all are written



In as such

None escape

Antigone's cry

Should be old age



A better world

It would be

If this play

Had no inspiration



Antigone

I HATE YOU

For having to write

These much needed prose



YOU BITCH

Slutty traitor

Don't emasculate me

In front of the world



You burried my brother

Who turned on me

Incesutious treason

To my tribe



HOW DARE YOU ANTIGONE

Criticize Bush

For water boarding

Or the Geniva Convention



PRESUME GUILT

KILL BY DEFAULT

FUCK OUTSIDERS

LEAVE THEM TO ROT



I am sorry to say

Antigone

This may not wane

Despite your message



Our brothers die

In all generations

In all of history

In all nations



The only bastards

That I see

Are those who ignore you

Antigone

You Treat Them Like A Sewer, By Brian37



In your North Korea

As Hitchens has described

Ill in the heavens

You avoid what makes us thrive



A pixy dust vagina

Never to be touched

Scamming old motifs

Credulity is your lust



But what of your symbol

I see on backs of cars

Feeding multitudes

Ignoring history prior



Even from the start

Lilith had no chance

For another woman

With serpent she did dance



You treat them like a sewer

No protrusions jutting forth

And because of this

Worthy is the scorn?



What vile tripe

To subgegate

Those of the fair

When humanity they bare



Cattle shall be prod

To the men they nod

For they are merely fields

For men to plow and yield



This pretty pink

Must be butchered

Or have less wages

For men have so ordered



And what of these heros

Men so proudly claim

For them to pass through this

Surely they abstain



Yet pesky amino acids

Without congealed blood

Or voila god sperm stories

Our species continues on

Credulous Faith, By Brian37

Hubble is a liar

With it all it's scope

Reaching distant light

Dashing myth's hope



DNA is dead

It hold's no truth

Faith is the virtue

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

Before And After By Brian37

We furrow our brow
With clenched 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

Gangs, By Brian37

Jets vs Sharks
Blue vs Red
Harems vs Dradles
Humanity divides

To the end
We all seem to be
Attached to our own
Relativity

It is a drive by
On a global scale
I will cap opposition
Send it to hell

This is the best
That we have
Dominance paramount
Empathy scrapped

Blood be not
You to me
If my Krypt
You shall seek

You give it a label
Cheer with glee
Shredding the limbs
Of innocence

Your alpha is not
An omega appeal
A mere ego's protection
Of being on top

Your deity's failure
In history
Is recognizing gangs
Are misery

Nukes and Glocks
Both weapons be
Neighborhoods and nations
Are throats to slit

Throats to slit
If not to submit
Because of a tattoo
Or where we were born

You are not like me
I must warn
My will be done
Least ye be torn

Yet this cosmos
Will continue on
Even after
Gangs are gone

Flurry flurry
Bill once said
Futile race
To obscurity

Gangs gangs
With their parties
With hand gestures
And flags so proud

The local and global
Are the same
We want our "props"
And our fame

To transgress
Leads to blood
Forgetting the veins
We all have

Dust must collect
On this vile word
Gangs must decay
For us to survive

Thanks Brian. I've got tons more but the ones above are my favorites I am working on getting the rest of them here.

Bullies, By Brian37

In reference
To the Reason Rally
A news article
Warned Dawkins readers

Warned them
Of hypocrisy
In that atheists
Were following a bully

Since when
Does saying
Evolution is fact
Constitute "bullying"

Are we to believe
The poor church
Of Galileo's time
Were the victims?

Are we to simply
Roll over
When education
Is under threat?

Are we to simply
Roll over
When politics
Is hijacked by religion?

The right to make
Any claim you want
Is not our issue
Simply for questioning

It does not
Make us bullies
To merely say
That is not true

We are not bullies
For simply saying
The moon
Is not made of cheese

Iran's government
Are bullies
To those
Who dissent

Stalin
Was a bully
To those
Who dissent

Saying claims
Of magic babies
Or zombie gods
Clearly absurd

Clearly absurd
Having no place
In our modern
Scientific knowledge

Would be like
Calling someone
A bully
If they stated the fact

Stated the fact
To the Ancient Egyptians
That the sun
Was not a god

No, theists
Your right to believe
Your right to claim
IS NOT THE ISSUE

Claim what you want
Whenever you want
But claims themselves
Are not a fact by proxy of feelings

I Wanted To Leave, By Brian37

The neighbor called
911, after hearing
Loud banging
And screaming

She felt
It took forever
For the police
To arrive

Peering through
The window
She could see
A body fly

She could hear
Loud screams
And all she could think
Is "GET HERE SOON"

He tried desperately
To plead with her
"I don't want to hit you
Don't make me do it"

Then the bribes kicked in
"I promise not
To do it again
Stay and I'll buy you a gift"

Finally the founders
Arrived
Freed the hostage
From theocratic minds

No more
Could this God
Threaten or bribe
Or give chase

No oaths to god
He ultimately lost
To the conscious
Of the individual mind

Yet he lingers
On the sidelines
Kept on a leash
Still shouting his threats

And whence this formed
From a book
That advocates
Such abuse

This cosmic abuser
Cannot win
You are free to leave
If you wish

You owe not such claims
By proxy of tradition
You owe not such concepts
Any consideration

You are you
Free to think
Just like a wife or girlfriend
Is free to leave

This is America
Not Iran
Not the Dark Ages
You are not property

The Emperor's Cloths, By Brian37

He shouts orders
As immortality
Clean that dish
Scrub that floor

But what lines
His pockets
Is my labor

Top or bottom
None will dwell
On their deathbeds
Fixated on wealth

Class is a prism
Often to divide
Missing last breaths
None will survive

I am this
I am that
I have this
I have that

So what?
Death is it for all
Equality is acceptance
Of this fact.

"Depends" By Brian37

Often I hear
From both left and right
Mob rule by vote
Majority rules

Missing sight
Of the mentality
Of stagnation
It can cause

"From the bench
Don't legislate"
Both left and right
Pontificate

Missing long term
It is fair
Elections can change
Overturn and repair

Cry both sides
Often do
State vs federal
One should rule

Executive order
Both have blasted
But every president has
And our country has lasted

Our Constitution
Is not absolute
A concept of guiding
And protection of dissent

Short term thinking
Both suffer from
When a ruling or election
Favors not them

Absolute power
Are what they miss
"It depends"
Was the founder's intent

Case by case
With oversight
To prevent
Monopolies

No one person
From President
To Congress
Nor the voter

Ever should
Lest freedom fall
Ever obtain
Absolute power

State vs Federal
Electoral college
Advise and consent
Wise men put forth

Tyranny at bay
It will keep
If all keep in place
What they set up

It depends
No mater what
Case by case
Was their intent

With one absolute
All should agree
The ability to change
Prevents monopolies

Do not strip
That protection
We may want
If we dissent

Think long term
For your own rights
If you were in the minority
And what you would want

Power shifts
Over time
This is the reason
For the way it was written.

The Accused, By Brian37

You drug her
Into the ally
Raped her viciously
And then blamed her

Blamed her
For what she wore
Blamed her
For your crime

You were the one
Who brandished the knife
You were the one
Who punched her face

You were the one
Who ran that blade
Through her dress
And bra strap

You used that blade
To cut her panties
You thrust yourself
Into her, ignoring her screaming

Cry for the rapist
They are suffering
Because 15%
Is such a burden

The trash collector
And Fireman
And the teacher
All pinned down

On the pool table
In the lobbyist's bar
Owned by monopolies
Who make the laws

The Big Mac Fannie
Paid the "Historian"
But we are the theives
Because we question

"Envy"
The false dichotomy
The lobbyist war
Sluts fuck for money

The Native American
Atop the dome
Pimps out both houses
To the highest bidder

Be it the claim
The culpa remains
At the feet
Of the hourly worker

Bleeding in the ally
No lobbyist to pay
While Mitt reaps
56 thousand a day

30 years prior
Set up the night
Lurking pick pockets
Holding the knife

To our throats
Too long it's been
Placing the blame
On the victim

You spread our legs
Wider and wider
And then claim its fair
Because rape is legal

So is voting
You will not win
You cannot silence
The average man

Mercury Poisoning, By Brian37

Another one
Bites the dust
Freddy
Famously sang

Poison to theists
A cure to myth
Another one gone
Act 5 scene 5
Coming from Macbeth

The pounding cadence
And sizzle riffs
In tune to reality
Disposing of myth

How do you think
We can get along
With the division
We have started

Based it on
Fictional gods
Which leave us
Bloody and parted

To the sound
Of the beat
Rivets compete
Flurry of nothing repeats

Mercury poisoning
Is what myth needs
Face the reality
Of dust's finality

I Max Super Bowl at Coney Island, By Brian37

I went and saw
Independence Day
On the big screen
An I Max theater

Explosions
And villains
Aliens
The movie still ended

In 1982 my Redskins
Won the big dance
And the game
Ended

The next year
They lost
To the Raiders
The game ended

I've been
To both Bush Gardens
And every single time
The ride ended

I did not invent
A mythical god
In order to enjoy
Those things

Sagan's rings
In regards to reality
He still said "wow"
Knowing his ride would end

The atheists can do
What the theist cannot
We can enjoy
Life as it is

The movie ends
The games end
The rides end
And so does life

Our species refuses
To accept
Our finite nature
Like Sagan did

It holds us back
It does no good
To pretend
It lasts forever

"Wow" as a word
I am fine with
As long as it does not
Come with the baggage of myth

Cognition, By Brian37

Earthquakes
Hurricanes
Tornados tsunamis
Under cognition?

Hunger, famine
Poverty, crime
War and genocide
Under cognition?

Cancer, eccoli
West Nile
Downs syndrome
Under cognition?

Meteors
Black holes
Gama bursts
Under cognition?

And if each of us pray
To the right god
He will protect us
Since when?

Those pretty dots
In the nighttime sky
Which we cant get to
Were put there just for us?

All under cognition
Created by a magician
But the flaws in nature
Defy this concept

What efficiency
To put us amidst
All this hostility
Under your watch.

As I type this
Irene on its way
But to a god
I do not pray

Instead I do
The rational thing
Watch the weather
And make plans

Under cognition
Are of human whims
Are fantasies
Avoiding reality

We go to doctors
When fallen ill
We call the police
When we need help

Under cognition
Is superstition
Of imagination
And outdated tradition

Not one age
In human time
Has escaped suffering
Of all kinds

Yet we still
Make up deities
Hoping falsely
They will save us

Finite rides
We cannot face
It scares most
To accept this

Under cognition
Is a reflection
Of mundane wishes
With no evidence

Nothing will change
The fact of future
Extinct we will be
With no god/s to remember

These hollow heros
Humans concoct
Are needless distractions
From extending our ride.