A poem on the courage of an Atheistic mindset.
I grew up religious, it was a fundamental part of the way I perceived reality. In hindsight with all the subjugation and negative thoughts religious thoughts inspire in oneself, The only reason I continued to depend heavily on those views was out of a deep fear of a godless universe. By chance I read Sam Harris' end of faith and like all good books it gave me the words an therefore the power I needed to be honest with myself. Now I know How important intellecutal self respect is. Now I face a godless universe with more questions than answers, and more awe and pride at being alive than I ever did when I believed in that bullshit. Even if I don't know what to do with my life.
The Ether and Grandmas Closet
With Luciferious Clouds in a mushroom tone
My sphinxsmile startlestare processes through
the age of microfiber microchip, and GMOs run rampant on my grandaddy's ranch.
I Stare down grandma's closet, a dank conglomerate of the moth's musty subjectivity
and with audaciousness I dare to dance with assonance
while wondering Earth's quietude conviction
or a complete and total lack thereof.
Heavens arrival has been announced, Oh yes just watch the news
A self fulfilling prophecy, and evangelical elegy no doubt
a playful pluto in bloody bloom
like a small child running with scissors and full of hate
except the scissors are nukes and her pockets are full of political power
an' each on has a straw ticket to sugar candy mountain
you black raven bastards and a ten percent gratuity, amen
Oh the lines long long around these weird wasted days, but have faith they crow
everything is moving electron like around the sun, and where is lust? where is lust?
progressive ubiquities bare religious reigns, and prometheus' struggled scream
boils my blood while the rank sound of broken child brain tears my heart in two.
The moment of now is a preciousness and unique respite
A carbon copy faintness with transparency
highly susceptible to gusts of wind, floating along
the dream like wisps, and tear drop trails, by billions, ten billion
and the Ether listens or doesn't listen to the Earth encumbered
in her own Auroraborialis awe.
All the while I glare
Grandma's closet and unholy unmooring, Piety's mast removed
To a deep sea squid terrible tentacled intelligence , Oh my god,
am I brave, am I dammed, am I even sane?
I grew up and now grown
Some deluminator taint descending and descendant
The old self and old friend Gone forever
and begotten with a full functioning fear
nothing seems stable and worse
I dont know who I am
or what I'm supposed to do.
Sanity is not statistical ~Orwell~