Wrong Place, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

A few years ago
I noticed a house
On my street
Advertised on line

But when I looked
At the lawn
I saw no “For Sale”
Sign

I knocked on the door
And a lady answered
Seemed angered
And startled

I was glad she didn’t
Have a gun, she yelled at me
To go away
Which I gladly did

But I didn’t end up shot
Much less dead. I didn’t
Knock on the wrong door
Like Ralf shot in the arm and head

I wasn’t out
With my friends
Taking the wrong driveway
Where my life ends

I cannot tell you
How many times
I went to the wrong car
And inside I tried to climb

Innocent mistakes
Met with a gun
Injury and death
Swept under the rug

Arm more
Their battle cry
But the sane know
It is a deadly lie.
(end)

Most of you who keep up with the news know this poem is referring to three recent events in the past week. 1 a black teen going to the wrong house by mistake and the old man shooting an innocent person. Second story was a car full of young friends were looking for their friend’s house, took the wrong driveway, and the homeowner murdered one of the passengers. And yet another female teen shot in a parking lot because she mistook the vehicle as being the correct one.

I have done all those things throughout my life by mistake. And this is what the NRA lies about. They would sell you this fucking bullshit utopia that use of a firearm will always end up with Dirty Harry getting the bad guy. That is not the case. Successful use of a firearm against a stranger on stranger crime, IS THE LEAST LIKELY OUTCOME when using a firearm.

Mistaken identity is far more likely to get someone innocent injured or murdered. Especially in the home. The bottom line is that we have a flooded market and ease of access problem. It is way past time we stop letting the NRA and firearm industry control the narrative and hold our nation hostage to their sick worship of an object.

Massacre Monday, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

6 O clock this afternoon
I was just watching news on TV
It happens in Virginia
California, everywhere in between

But I cant see straight
I feel like I’m getting played
These are the days
The NRA always gets it’s way

It’s just another Massacre Monday
Also happens on Sunday
Not just one day
My “I always have to run day”
It’s just another Massacre Monday

Kids active shooter train
Killer still gets 5 or 9
If they have an AR-15
Hit the mark every time

Doesn’t take long
To reload and shoot some more
Blame it on video games
We’ve heard that bullshit before

It’s just another Massacre Monday
Also happens on Tuesday
My “I always have to duck day”
It’s just another Massacre Monday

All of my life
Why did the killer pick last night
To shoot up the bar I was at
Shot down, shot down.
It doesn’t matter
Left with kids to bleed
Lifeless bodies found

He tell’s me in a killer’s voice
C’ome on honey, I’m gonna make some noise
Cut them down so fast
Make their fetish last

It’s just another Massacre Monday
Happens on Wednesday
That’s my death day
My “I always have to run day”
It’s just another Massacre Monday.
(end)

He’s Giving Us To Sundown, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Wayne was at
The fetish convention
Giving our politicians
An ultimatum, a veiled threat

Saying they should
Not sleep well
If we vote
To universally vet

If we ban
Weapons of war
If we want school shootings
No more

If we get
Red flag laws
If we want to go to malls
And not get our heads blown off

I have news for you Wayne
We are not scared of you
We will vote
And there’s nothing you can do

You selfish
Self entitled ass
You take blood money
Industry cash

You are not bullied
You are the bully
If my vote causes you
To murder me

You are the monster.
I use my vote,
I use a pen
You threaten violence

If I don’t give in.
Sun up, sun down
You are the insecure
Violent asshat clown.
(end)

I will never raise a fist to you, I will never raise a gun to you. BUT I WILL VOTE and if you harm my politicians or me as a result of voting, you are proving that you are anti democratic and a bully. FUCK YOU!

Muriel’s Mom, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

For 42 years
As the script went
Iris kept from Muriel
Her daughter’s adoption

Thrust into confusion
Suddenly
Muriel had lost
Her identity

That wanting to know
Burns from within
Who really gave birth to you
And do you have other kin?

In real life
I was adopted too
The mystery haunted me
I desperately wanted to

Find my biological family
And finally did
Not much in common
I found with them

I got answers
Far from home
But the truth was closer
With my adoptive mom

She had raised me
And gave me the love
Always my support
When push came to shove

There is a yearning
To fill in the gaps
To find your origins
Dig into your past

DNA
Is only one bond
I had one stronger
In my adoptive mom
(end)

This poem is about one episode of the sitcom “Too Close For Comfort” in which Muriel is told by her mother she is adopted. I can identify because am adopted as well.

This episode hits close to to home to me because I could see the concern on my adoptive mom’s face when, as an adult I told her I wanted to find my biological family. I had to remind her that I would never stop loving her or leave her. I think my mom’s real concern looking back at it now, wasn’t her, but what she thought I might find.

As it turned out in reality, I did meet my biological family, and we have nothing in common. Now while my adoptive mom and I had different personalities, politics and neatness levels of living, we did have a deep understanding of each other and because I was raised with her, we had a strong bond, even with our different personalities.

Point is, while some people who are adopted can find their biological family and do get along with them after finding them, some don’t and that was the case with me.

But the most important theme in this episode as the overall plot goes, was the bond between the adoptive parent and the adopted child. I can tell you it is as strong as any long term relationship because of the time and effort put into it.

Watching this rerun today really struck a cord with me, and made me love and appreciate my late adoptive mom even more. I miss you Mom.

Smashing The X Box, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

There is this childish
Insecure narcissistic brat
I know, who lives in the sky
As to which people grovel and bow

He set up this game
His first two players of fame
Adam and Eve he blamed
So he let them die in pain

Then he hit reset
Played with the Hebrews a bit
Got frustrated with them too
Noah built a boat to get through

But that reset didn’t work
Decided briefly to stop being a jerk
Thought Jesus would do the trick
So he killed himself on a stick

But humans are still fucking up
And God has had enough
Cant get his players to submit
So the bully smashes the X Box and quits.
(end)

I love my liberal theist friends. I really do. But this poem and OP/ED is not about forcing the end of religion. It is simply written to get people to possibly see a different point of view from an outsiders perspective. I simply see no morality in a character that would murder you for using your own brain, or worse, not even being aware of the rules or you at all.

I do not believe in a God. To me the bible is like if I went to a movie and thought the plot sucked and the movie was bad. This is blunt yes, but it is strictly about logic, not human rights. I will always value human rights but that does not mean I have to blindly agree with everything you claim or have to like it.

I simply do not see the logic in creating something and causing it pain when you have the absolute power to not allow it to suffer at all. And if God never makes mistakes, then why all the do overs? If the Garden was perfect then nothing should have changed. And the worst part of that story is that two innocent characters had no say or awareness of the rigged bet between God and Lucifer. And if God created Lucifer shouldn’t he be to blame for letting Lucifer trick innocent people into a sucker bet?

Then the Hebrews and the rest of humanity are not behaving so God decides to murder everyone but a small family in flood. Why? Why the violence? He is all powerful according to believers, why not simply snap your fingers and get them to behave without the violence, why murder them? And if we go by global population at the time of the alleged story, that would have meant people who never heard of the Abrahamic God globally were murdered for their ignorance. And if only two animals of each were on the ark that means innocent animals were tortured too? Why?

If God can “poof” everything into existence, as they claim, then why all the drama? Why allow all the violence when you have the absolute power to not let it happen at all?

Please Stop Me, By Brian37 (AKA Brain James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37)

I don’t want to
Write about
This subject anymore

We know the core
Cause, there should be
No pause

Bank shot
In Kentucky
4 more in Orlando

And if you didn’t know
A five year old
Victim in Sisco

Of a road rage shooting
And all we are getting
Is the same quivers

Of fucking excuses
To sell more
And do nothing

Please stop me
I don’t want to write
About this subject again

The shattered lives
The survivor’s pain
Butchered meat

Of the slain
Flooded market
Profit’s gained

Why don’t they
Just get an ice cream truck
Jingle the bells, sweet gun powder smells

Drizzly cherry syrup
Smeared all over the floor
Their fetish they adore

There doesn’t seem to be a number
To wake them from their slumber
To snap them out of their wet dream

Triggers cream their jeans
Protect a fucking object
By insecure selfish means

Rambo wannabe’s
Armed to the teeth
But cowards are all I see

Living a fantasy
At every one’s expense
Their shit makes no sense.

Please stop me
From writing another
I won’t stop shouting

Until the violence is over!

TWO MORE MASS SHOOTINGS IN THE PAST 24 HOURS! 1 in Orlando, one in Kentucky, and a kid shot in a highway road rage event in San Francisco this week.

Don’t stop raising your voices. We don’t have to live like this. This is a generational fight, it is an everyday fight. We fight with our voices and votes, they fight with lies, bullying and intimidation. They will not win.

Protection Racket, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

As two characters go
Don’t be fooled
They are in it together

One the “God” father
Who offers you help
The other an enforcer

You the bar owner
The wiseguy, made man
That thing of theirs

Walks in
Looks around
And then

Says to you
“It would be such a shame
If your business ended up in flames”

It is the same
Rigged system
From the first page

Adam and Eve
Had no say
In the rigged bet

God and Lucifer made
And it continues
To the last page

Emotional blackmail
Obey me or burn
I bow not to tyrants

From reason I learn
They need each other
Your fear both earn

God and Satan
Jesus and devil
Partners in crime

To keep you in line.
It is not moral
It’s scaring the blind.
(end)