This poem is about a nutcase woman who was SUPER SUPER jealous that I dated. I had dumped her, but she was so abusive to me I had a nightmare even after dumping her, and one night woke up in a cold sweat. This poem is about that dream. In it I am in a house with a "future" girlfriend(not in reality, just in the dream, in it she is faceless). The abusive woman was not faceless. Now I am not into dream reading, this merely was my brain being over active in my dream state, likely brought on by some real stress I was not aware of.

Subconscious Slave, by Brian37

A woman

Who had gone by the wayside

A woman I had once loved

Accosted my subconscious last night

She poured gas

On a marble floor

Glaring up at me

With hate

A top, I was

On stairs of glass

Looking down

Upon my fate

Would she make glow, the marble floor

I had labored in this dream?

As she ran out the front door

And locked me in, I did hear her scream.

Vengeance she did want, my projector did convey

For all those times I had flirted

In her eyes

To her dismay

Down I ran

Holding banisters

Of chestnut wood

The long journey, a short distance

Running as fast as I could.

A faceless body

Did appear

At the place

Where I had been

From the top

She did inquire

"What trouble

Are we in?"

My love of new

I had to save

My love of old

A subconscious slave.

This house of white

Composed of many windows

So vast was such this sight

We had nearly froze.

Bulletproof glass

Uncommonly paper thin

I did try to break

Forcefully holding us in.

Was more than I could take.

A run, a smash,

Then we were out,

Police were scrambling

All around

Her hands in cuffs

They did place

Never again

Would I see her face

My love of new

I had to save

My love of old

A subconscious slave.

(end)

She was one of those people, whom some of us, both male or female, date, look back at and say "what the fuck was I thinking."

In my copying and pasting somehow I double posted a poem and repeated it with the title NEDA.

This is the CORRECT version of "Neda". It is a poem about the woman who got shot in the chest by the Iranian government goons.

Neda, By Brian37

She was alive
Crossing the Delaware
She spoke with King
For all that's fair

She faced Gestapo
Wearing green
Persian fascists
Will not win

Her name is Susan
And she will Be
Never forgotten
In history

The Iatola
Insecure
Has her shot
From afar

I will see her
On the 4th
In the colors
We all share

Still alive
In us all
Neda's voice
Will never fall

Notice The Pebble, By Brian37

Will my name,

Explode across marquees,

Or fizzle out,

In a wave of time?

A pebble I am,

Will future eyes,

Gaze upon my words,

Or along with my flesh,

Demise will take?

A pebble I am,

Will new Professors,

Debate my wisdom,

Or dismiss it,

As junk?

A pebble I am,

In a face of worlds,

With meshing voices,

Decibels insurmountable.

In a face of worlds,

With many headlines,

And no solutions,

Who will notice?

A pebble I am,

Small, so small am I,

Facing rocks, boulders and cliffs.

If that be the terrain,

It is so the path of choice.

A pebble I am,

To many others,

But count I will,

The ones who care

They be the ones

My riches I share.

Godwin's Mao Contents, By Brian37



While Newt suggests

The purge of gambling

And even porn

With consenting adults



Some still today

Love to proclaim

That the godless

Can have no morals



It does not matter

Religion never left Russia

Nor the amount of pictures

Hitler is in with clergy



It matters not

To the ilk of this lot

That we can be good

Without a god



It is the desperate action

Of those without evidence

To demonize

Those who dare to question



I submit

Your proclaimed hero

Has the same attribute

To that of dictators



The rule by one

Who cannot be removed

Where you are the property

He can do with as he wills



You can bargain

In futility

But in the end

You cannot leave



We are not fascists

For simply saying

Your claims make no sense

And have no evidence



I value Vegas

And Playboy

I value your right

To make absurd claims



But you will not

Any longer

Get away

With your ignorant fodder



Hitler and Stalin

Mao and Po Pot

Were human garbage

Not reflecting us



To demonize questioning

Then to be consistent

Demonize Jefferson

For he too valued questioning



Your right to believe

Is not our issue

It is the credibility

Of what you utter



No more no more

Can you dodge with this

Childish fear mongering

No longer will work

Self Determination, By Brian37

He fled his home

It was not Europe

A thousand years

Ago

He was not shackled

On a farm

The property

Of a white man

The "self determination"

Of his country

In modern day

Sought inquisition

On his thoughts

For he rejected

The social memes

Of the majority

This man's crime

His only crime

Was thinking

For himself

The honor of the state

And it's official deity

Were blasphemed

Thus he must pay

Fled as such

From this theocracy

Falsely pretending

To be a democracy

The artist, the scientist

Those who dare to query

Always under threat

Of religious tyranny

"Self determination"

Can never be moral

If the lest in a society

Are not protected

On Golden Reality, By Brian37

Guess who
Is is coming
To
Reality

A Bogie
On a boat
To become
An African Queen

The pond of humanity
In our commonality
In our strife
In our struggles

Her words conveyed
"I am an atheist
And that is it.
I believe there is nothing

We can know
Except
That we should be
Kind to each other

And do
What we can
For
Other people."

A Journal
Of Ladies
Of The Home
Whence thus recorded

To such a human
I can only say
A hero to all
Who seek autonomy

(end)

The quote as follows infused in this poem inspired this poem.


"I’m an atheist, and that’s it. I believe there’s nothing we can know except that we should be kind to each other and do what we can for other people." Katherine Hepburn ,Ladies Home Journal October 1991

Rodney King, By Brian37

In that era,
Much younger then
I took a trip
With what I thought was a friend

He was ego driven
Rocker with tassel
Leather bad ass
To the beach we went

On the way back
He was "hell bent"
To getting back
To a date he had made

So the highway
Interstate 95
Up to Washington DC
On our way back

Might as well been
The Indy 500
He became Andretti
Out on a mission

We weaved in and out
Like playing Froger
My body fused
To a seat of a shuttle launch

The bubble gum lights
Never caught up to us
I have to ask
If they had

Both of us white
With Road Runner speed
How would authorities
Responded to such

Would batons
After submission
Still bloodied us
If he'd been  pulled over?

Obama now President
It still seems sad
That color of skin
Remains an issue

If one among us
All 7 billion
Claims perfect by proxy
They are deluded

It is not of white
Or of politics
It is about
When one get's cornered

King responded
Because of environment
And those in power
Who abandon him

Uhhhh? What?

It's impossible for an atheist to write poetry consistently speaking. Because in atheism, you can't step in the same river twice. This would also imply grammar and syntax of language including the sciene of poetry.

Unless you are inconsistent, if you suck at being an atheist, then poetry is possible. Though only due to the fact that you are a distorted kind of image of God.

When you are in hell, and you are no longer the image of God, you will no longer be able to write poetry. For if you did, you would have to convey your screams line after line after line. you would have room for nothing else.

Respectfully,

Jean Chauvin (Jude 3).

Brian,

that was cute. i don't mind bumping you. consider it a little love from your friend jean.

Respectfully,

Jean Chauvin (Jude 3).

Thot's Pharmacy, By Brian37

Clemens spoke
Of the pharmacy
"The practice adapting
But the medicine the same"

"Debilitating poisons"
Kept his patients
Sickly dependent
Progress stagnant

Indolent thought
Of written word
Gave rise
To thumbscrews and firebrands

Though this past
Of insidious horrors
Of owning humans
And Salem Mass

Are discarded horrors
The compassionate
Struggled
To end

The cannon remains
The words passed on
Surely to remain
The vile weapon it will always be
(end)

This poem is an ode to the Essay of Mark Twain( Samuel Clemens) about how while progress was made, Twain was wise to recognize that as long as people read their holy books the written word is always a weapon.

And for those who don't know the origin of the pharmacy symbol comes from the Egyptian myth of the healing god Thot spitting in the eye of Horus to cure his blindness. The R is Thot and the x is the eye of Horus. The same "miracle" motif is found later in history also in the bible.

I read this excerpt from the book "The Portable Atheist"(the late Christopher Hitchens) and hardly "Portable". The book is as thick and big as the Yellow Pages, still a good read.

The name of Twain's Essay is "From Europe and Elsewhere and A Pen Warmed Up In Hell"

De Rerum Natura Propitiation, By Brian37

Alters and offerings
Futile folly
In sacrifice
To nothingness

Lucretius pioneer
To suggest
Nature is
Without aid of gods

He proposed
Long before Hawkins
That gods
Were not required

Not to claim him
As prophet
Lucretius
Merely stated the obvious

Merely seeing cycles
In seasons
In life
In death

Denying that
Of magic
In decay
In birth

He suspected
And rightfully so
That if a divine hand
Had the power

It could for example
Make an ice burg
Instantly
In summer Mojave

"Atoms"
As used by their thinkers
Merely meant
"of smaller parts"

How right they were
Even though
They knew not
Of protons and electrons

From book 1
Lucretius wrote
The profound
Only later to become profane

"And in what way
All came
Without help of gods
Into being"

The late horseman
Victim of cancer
Talked of Lucretius
In his book

"But Lucretius
Teaches us
To live without
Such Piffle"

De Rerum Natura
Of Propitiation
Hitchens would claim
"Religion poisons everything".
(end)

Another ode to Hitchen's Portable Atheist. Now Lucretius was not "onto something" but merely was stating the obvious, even though he didn't know the modern scientific reality. He defaulted to cycles and that material seemed to merely be made of smaller parts that mixed. That being the reality of nature and life in no need of superstitious gods, even to his mind existed, seem to have no concern with humans.




 

Putative Garrot, By Brian37

It strangled the Greeks
With the strings
And wires
Of human arrogance

The weapon
Seeps down
Trough generations
Reason it's victim

The sticks of ignorance
Held together
With the wire
Of divinity

 

Nothing Could Be Further, By Brian37

Back room tactics
At the last minute
The bigoted petitioners
Made a ballot

Praying on
The bigotry
Of the voter
Stifling progress again

And
Another state
Embodies
The worst of human nature

Maybe if our POTUS
Had spoken of those prior
On behalf
Of the minority

He could have spoke
Of the prior trials
Of blacks
And natives, and women

On the Tuesday
Of the 11th month
Will this be
His only term?

It was a calculation
To sideline
With the word
"Evolve"

I fear that
This new ban
May anger
His base

They may ask
Why did you wait
Why did you allow
Voters to discriminate?

Maybe the calculation
On his part
Was that the ban
Would rally his base?

He had no problem
Repealing don't ask
So why did he wait
For this primary?

And after the fact
After the vote
The Powder Blue state
Is shackled by bigotry

Where was he
Last week
Where was he
In defense of the meek?

In all sincerity
With all my hope
I hope our POTUS
Knows what he's doing.
(end)

I am wondering why Obama waited until after the NC vote to do the right thing. He already repealed DADT and refused to enforce the defense of marriage act. All I can think is that he is thinking long term. But the risk I see is that some will ask "where were you last week, last month"?

I hope this doesn't hurt him. But damn, last week Biden said that he supported gay marriage.

AND the worst part is that the social issues are what exactly what Republicans use to distract voters from economic issues.

And I am totally ashamed right now that I live in NC.

Mel's Diner, By Brian37

Raising a kid
On her own
In the desert
Out of the ashes

The obtuse boss
Belittled Alice
And Flo
And fragile Vera

Yet those women
Always
Stood ground
And bailed him out

Yet in reality
In a real city
An Academy school
For something so petty

Our Lady Of Sorrows
Could not handle
A female baseball player
On a rival team

Women bail out men
All the time
And still are subject
To stupid sexism
(end)

This poem is about a recent story about a Catholic school refusing to play a rival team because that team had a girl on their baseball team.

  Looking 'at' the '*content', I fail to see where Brian37 "sucks at being an atheist", that has to be a quote for the ages

  Jean you keep tossing around this word friend. Friends seldom get down on their friends; want to know why ? Because they are friends.

What Can Be Said, By Brian37

There are periods
Of 24 hours
Our species exalts
For various reasons

The birth of a nation
A famous person
Annual games
Annual awards

But no nation
No single person
Would be alive
Without you

And only you
Have been my tie
Only you
Helped me survive

There is only
One day
Important to me
Only one day

It was the day
You chose to say
To yourself
Of this child I'll take

And from that moment
You did not waver
Always seeking
To help me further

I am not me
Without you
What can be said
I am glad you are you.

Happy Mothers Day Mom.

A Casual Stroll, By Brian37

Can one distinguish
The difference
Between talking
To a god

To that
Of talking to
A tree
Or tin foil?

Quilted white
On all the walls
We place these people
When they talk to themselves

Yet Sabbath comes
On a Friday
On a Saturday
Or that of Sunday

And the masses
Praise their nothingness
Insisting that such
Does exist



Angry they get
In their padded cells
Calling them Mosques
Churches and Synagogues

If to dare
State he's nowhere
To challenge them
With a mirror

Outside their sect
The do reflect
That of others
Thy rightfully reject

But if to talk
To the invisible
Is acceptable
With the right label

Fredrick's asylum
Is where they should be
Every one
In history

(end)

Fredrick Nietzsche A casual stroll through a lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

"Our Machine" By Brian37

A new campaign
Concocted by Hardees
Calls a black women
In the spot"Our Machine"

In it's attempt
To convey freshness
They exposed
The truth of the corporate world

But not just blacks
But all who end the day
With crumbs and oily smocks
Ending the day in a shower

WE are mere machines
Numbers on a page
There as mere tools
For CEOs and shareholders

Machines don't get paid
Machines don't have bills
Machines don't have families
Machines don't need health care

It is this attitude
That drives down wages
Drives up the cost of living
Dumping it on those who can least afford it

And do tell Hardees
Tell us what most
Of your "Machines"
Make?

Yes America
You are just a tool
Just mere property
Just a "machine"

Naive, By Brian37

Juxtapose
Each supposed
Philosophies
Of economics

"The best
Of your ability
According
To your means"

Would be an Atlas
Shrugged
By
Alisa Rosenbaum

Off the Marx
Both seem to be
Slapping one word solutions
On humanity

Profit motive
Rand exalted
While Karl said
Workers mattered

Since evolution
Produces range
Neither solution
Can be solely implemented

Ayn failed to see
The private sector
As a human venture
Subject to the same abuse

Abuse of power
Had West Virginia mines
With monopolies
Paying in company script

Where after the worker
Slaved in the mines
Paid their rent for their food
To the same company

And after all that
Would be left with nothing
Basically legalized
Slavery

Marx would have
Rightfully championed
The plight
Of these abused

Yet to ignore
Personal motive
For power
Is what lead to Stalin

So what both missed
Are that monopolies
And abuse of power
Are not private vs government

But are issues
Of motivation
In that both
Are human ventures

Both have to have checks
And oversight
And cannot be limited
To simplistic either/or choices

"Cancer and hurricanes
All occur
And as the flower wilts
There is nothing to fear"

Is actually my most favorite part - it shows how strong flowers are and how strong a human being is if it believes. Not only in himself but also in other forces stronger than we can be sometimes. Heavenly forces. Still the flowers remind me of love and faith. Maybe that is why I always order flowers from a serenata florist in Manchester. They make me happy.

Them, By Brian37

They should not

They cannot

They will not

I will stop them

My arsenal

Tradition

My faith

The weapon

It holds me strong

Justifying anything

To keep progress

At bay

Foolish predilections

Comfort my dreams

Costing others

Their dignity

Coddle my insecurities

For I cannot face

Or accept

"Them"

They do different things

They like different things

They look different

That is always bad

Yet all are in the world

"Them" to another group

Negating "them"

Leaving one species

Material World, By Brian37

Thoughts are

To the brain

What speeding is

To a car

Those who insist

That "we" are separate

From our brains

Are deluded

Victor S

In his book

Said that science

Could take a look

Science can study

The immaterial

Like dark matter

And black holes

Just like speed

Is not a thing

How is it then

Police give you a ticket?

Thoughts are not things

Merely a word

Used to describe

Outcomes of material processes

We do not

Outlast our bodies

When the brain dies

You die, that is it.

The needless conflation

Of the ordinary

Of our existence

Is all it is

It's not sexy enough

For woo mongers

To face the finite

They MUST live on

No one does

No one will

Vile speculation

Reason mutilated

Predilections, By Brian37

"I am this"

Many do claim

"I am special"

Yet all the same

Yet prior to

Cuneiform writing

Long before

Modern sapient

DNA was was around

The ability to reproduce

Existed then

As it does now

Predilections

In social clubs

Change or die

Over time

To reproduce

Creating offspring

Only requires

Evolution

It need not that

Of ideology

In terms of superstition

Or political party

Rated G, By Brian37

The proud father

Of four flipped through

His morning paper

To the Entertainment section

He was thinking

Of what he could do

On the weekend

With his family

And there the words were

"Opening Friday

Rated G

Fun

For the entire family"

The night came

Putting them

In the lobby

Buying their popcorn soda and snacks

All impatient

During the previews

Anticipating

The excitement to come

As the credits rolled

The ominous music

Pounded out

Their immoral movie

But it was not butter

On the popcorn

It was the blood

Of indoctrination

If Dr Doolittle

Had sold Lot

Or Malichi 2:3

Would the movie be rated G

If Luke Skywaker said

"Kill all the boys

And save the girls

As in Numbers 31:17-18

Would this proud father

Take his family

To that movie

Or call it moral?

If Harry Potter

Said "Kill the first born"

Would he be a hero

Should he be a hero?

When they talk of the flood

None of these parents

In reality would

Take their kid to a morgue

Drowned bodies

Are bloated

Distorted

And smell on the slab

This blockbuster

Is not cute

Nor suited

For the young

It is full of gore

Murder, immorality

Incest

And genocide

Rated G

Would hardly be

An appropriate rating

For this

Horror film

The pulpit actor

On Sunday's screen

Shouts to the young

"YOU SHOULD FEAR HIM!"

Crippling them

Into needless submission

No chance for them

To decide for themselves

If that does not work

He becomes the concession stand

Selling them fictional Goobers

Popcorn and Junior Mints that don't exist

This same poor player

Bribes them with farm animals

In pairs

On the tables of waiting rooms

No sane parent

Is going to expose

Their child that young

To Misty Beethoven

No sane parent

Is going to subject

A pliable brain

To the likes of Freddy

So to these parents

I ask the following

If rightfully the case

Then why the hypocrisy

If that book

You falsely call "good"

Then read all of it

While they are young

Shout at them

Like you claim

God threatens us

For our own good

Advocate violence

Beat them

Like you say

We deserve

Read every word

To them

Rape their minds

While you can

You recoil at these words

As sick blasphemy

But the poor player

Sells it on Sunday

It will never be

Rated G

And it will never be

"A good book"

Otherwise

You could read it

All of it, every word

Without censorship

(end)

Numbers 31:17-18 - Now kill all the boys. And kill every woman who has slept with a man, but save for yourselves every girl who has never slept with a man.

Thank you, but it wasn't really about priests molesting children. It was an indictment of the entire book. If it were such a good book, then parents shouldn't have to gloss over the violence and cruelty in it with a child.

It is an insidious book that masks a threat bribery system as virtue.

The real reason that those nasty things exist in the bible is it is a reflection of how cultures behaved back then and was written in a very ignorant tribal time. Appeal to authority and blind loyalty and no mercy to the enemy were common accepted social norms back then.