Before and After, by Brian37

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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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Couple more poetry moments

  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


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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
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