Human beings are accepting fictional Gods. Stop.
Theists are denying modern science is true. Stop.
God myths continue to have cultural power. Stop.
Theists still say atheists are the crazy ones. Stop.
Poems
The kind of euphoria I'm seeking
'tis the sort good cannabis brings
The well-being I so greatly desire
'tis Bob Marley's song as he sings
Except for my personal well-being
in a safe and healthy environment,
what's left has nada to do with me.
Happily ever after 'tis an adage full of shit,
a human can't achieve this even one lil bit
Impossible's the emote task of happy 24/7,
no fairies, no forevers, zero slice of heaven
I'm an atheist, I'm 100% sure of that now
I'm 99.99% certain there aren't any Gods!
I say to humanity in 2024, I'm an atheist
my vow wins favor, carries more weight!
I learned how to play chess, but struck out in pianoing time
I should've stayed ahead of it, yet again I get caught behind!
Now 'tis a matter of fitness, for strictly big physicality chore
catching up to my presence, I leave tonguing behind a more
I enjoy using the balm, keeping step one ahead of the stings
I like to watch a butterfly, morphed 'pon cartwheeling wing
I imagine being trapped in a crowd crush, brutally all mash
miss Ang smiles and gestures, heals mine in a Ganges bath
We shall not meet again
In some alternate realm
All we have is right here
Just one spin at the helm
We shall not meet again
Though less than enchanting
All we have is right here
Father Time's now granting
We shall not meet again
In some recherché place
Only right here and now
Just one turn with no trace
The world is crawling with mavens
Pumped up on ego and pride
A planet of pure amour propre
With chary aplomb on the side
Striving for self-satisfaction
In poignant disports of forte
Starving for wide recognition
Prestigeful panache of the day
The world is crawling with maestros
Virtuosos dressed to impress
Loaded on idolization
On rolls of befitting success
Secreting self-admiration
In modest displays of self-poise
Resting on golden ring laurels
In forests of grandiose noise
People die every day
Most are old and infirm
Not that much left to say
When one lives a full term
Others do stupid things
Going out on a limb
Flying on prayerless wings
Caution thrown to the wind
And the mob will not weep
For their sudden demise
Spewing hate on the cheap
Grimness in thin disguise
Turning ruthlessly cruel
Karma dourly begrudged
Disregarding the rule
Judge not lest ye be judged
And the mob will not weep
For loved ones' deep sorrow
They are in way too deep
With trouble to borrow
On the verge of a head trip,
cbd boasts pharmacy prop
All sonnets you're writing
bringing me nearly to pop!
'Pon the edge of head trips
pining for verse number 2,
I acknowledge your vision
long last believing 'tis true
If you're reading this
I'm now dead and gone
My stay all too brief
To dwell long upon
If you're reading this
I'm no longer here
My standing erased
Debt-free in the clear
If you're reading this
I'm now but a ghost
My spirit let loose
On some sunny coast
If you're reading this
I sleepwalk no more
My life on the cusp
Of forgotten lore
You will not live forever
And you do not have a soul
There are no hells or heavens
No charged punishments to scroll
We do not keep on going
When our ashes laden urns
There are no gods or saviors
No exchanges or returns
You will not live forever
And we cannot sway the Fates
There are no master captains
Out beyond the crooked gates
