Out Of Many One, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)
Out of many, one, unless you are one
Of us, at best, I’ll let you live as a guest
But equal you will never be
Out of many, one, I am never done
Making arguments that I am the one
Who is chosen, you’ll always be frozen
In second class status, if I am being generous
Yet that is erroneous, I am full of hate
I want to eradicate, anyone not like me
Out of many, one, by point of gun
I’ll make you run, diversity I shun
My God said this land belongs to me
By Providence decree, I look up to see
The voice in my head, wants you dead
Fear my wrath and live in dread
Out of many, one, must not arise
I will not tolerate or compromise
I am deaf and I hear no cries
Cries lost in fog, the vicious dog
Breaks my flesh, kills your kin
With rabid bite, say goodnight
Compassion dies, cruelty wins
The seeds of hate are where it begins
If you drink my poison all life ends
We must resist, and always fight
The venom voices hijack the night
Out of many, one, defend the light
Out of many, one, that person unknown
For the unfounded hate that you have shown
Shedding ignorance shows that you’ve grown
Out of many one, this one planet we share
We must take heed and always beware
Of those who want to divide us
You are not different than us
We are all the same, food, shelter
Especially love, never live in shame
It is easy to point the finger
To cast aspersions and blame
That leads us all to maim
And kill the nasty shrill
Thinking we can bludgeon
Those who don’t agree
Don’t let this be our history
Don’t let this be our final page
Don’t let our species die in rage
From the festering self inflicted
Wound of hate, because that hate
Is the mirror we look into
Out of many, one, it’s overdue
To return to that spirit of pluralism
And end that pustular schism.
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Waralda, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)
The question about the inferior people
The solution to the undesirables
The extermination on an industrial scale
The Fuhrer, blind loyalty all must hail
Their justification an epic fail
Himmler’s unmasking the monster’s veil
“The ancient one, the one mightier
Than we are” furnace bodies charr
Ashes ashes scattered wide and far
Winds of hate flakes of bone
Stole all property not their own
All the corpses they did dispone
By the might of providence
Brute force of bullies arrogance
Born out of blatant ignorance
Master master as white as can be
Blizzard of blood that cover’s thee
Race to unimaginable atrocities
Never again should the world ever see
Never again should it come to be
Never repeat the horrors of history.
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On top of Hitler mentioning God several times in Mein Kampf. And calling the Nazis a “Christian movement”, and the Nazi belt buckles that read “Gott Mit Uns”, I ran across yet another vile disgusting quote from Heinrich Himmler who was basically the architect of the “death squads” and the “Final Solution.”
“I have not tolerated an atheist in the ranks of the S.S. Every member has a deep faith in God, in what my ancestors called “Waralda, the ancient one, the one who is mightier than we are.” Heinrich Himmler.
This quote is from this YouTube Documentary “Heinrich Himmler, Architect Of The Final Solution” link here, time stamp 34 minutes in is this quote.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmV1ehLK9sI
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Here’s The Kicker, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)
This chief lines up, to kick the ball
“Bamboozled” he claims women are all
Their only lot is to spread their legs
Make babies for men, and fry some eggs
You wasted you your money on a degree
You’re only alive to serve idiots like me
I wear this beard to mask my insecurity
Handmaids Tale for all to see
Laura Thatcher Ulrich, would not agree
With your blatant stench of misogyny
The only lot for females to be
“Well behaved women rarely make history”
It is because of inventor Hedy Lemarr
That wi fi today, is global by far
Marry Anderson set a high bar
Put that windshield wiper on your car
Photo 51, her deed was done
Rosalind Franklin was the one
Who discovered the shape of DNA
The Double Helix was the way
Are you jealous of swift women
That are more successful than you
Take this claptrap of which you balk
You missed wide right with your sexist talk.
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Religiously conservative kicker for the Kansas City Chiefs Harrison Butker says that the female’s job is to be bun ovens and house maids.
I am so sick of religious misogyny. That same book of mythology has Lot offering his daughters up for rape Genesis 19:1-11. It has Moses saying telling his followers to murder all females captured in war who have slept with a man, but keep the virgins for yourselves, Numbers 31:14-18. It puts the penalty for rape at a mere 50 Shekels, no jail time, and the fine is to be paid to the father, not the victim, and the father can even force the victim to marry their rapist.
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Falling Down, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)
The bloated Basilisk, spins his tales of woes
Blaming all of his foes, on middle school grounds
His fist he petulantly pounds, incoherent sounds
Hopscotch he plays, cheats in various ways
Mar A Lago monkey bars, paying off porn stars
Grifter, rapist, con, incompetent mafia don
Marionette, sleeps in a bassinet
Lindsey is his pet, Putin pulls his strings
“Victim” he falsely sings, wife buried on golf green
Lexicon is obscene, baby bottle needs
Eloquent he’ll never be, worst in history
Soiled presidency, will kill democracy
It should have been the end
When his first campaign began
“They’re rapists” he once said
It should have been lights out
When the words came out of his mouth
“McCain is no hero”, but he is the real zero
Scapegoats, vilifies, the sane know, it’s all lies
Lord Of The Flies in disguise, fascism on the rise
Our Republic compromised, despot he wants to be
Only the blind cannot see, he will bring just misery
Sycophants his company, purging all dissent
The Basilisk is hell bent, he never will repent
Spineless slithering, slimy blithering dimwit
Constitution under threat, throats he will slit
That would be it, if we don’t take command
If we don’t make our stand, burry him in the sand
On the Jersey shore, no choice but to win this war
Down to the wire, put out this dumpster fire
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Validity, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)
He blinked the universe into existence
He made Adam a mate in an instant
But to write his book, seems inconsistent
To take over a thousand years
Over 40 authors with books left out
Used flawed humans to write his words down
I know I am being quite the contrarian
When I point out those popular historians
Apologists like to claim, that did not live at the same
Time the bible claims the Jesus character existed
This stuck in my craw, and has long since persisted
“Metaphor” enlisted, “out of context” they cited
When convenient, to their cause, it’s over conflated
No logic related, no consistency found, absurdity abounds
Science ignored, reason gored, by this God of lore
Jealous and vindictive, hardly constructive
Tells you how to beat your slave, tells you
Rape is ok, female virgins are prizes of war
Infanticide, genocide, the blood will pour
And at the end of the day, you have no say
Burn in hell, or languish, mindless, in heaven’s bore.
What will is to be had, if the plan is set
What use is prayer if the plot is writ
I see no validity in this made up script
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Comeback, By Brian37 (AKA, Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)
In those awkward years, living under fears
Of words, razor sharp, wire with bloody barb
No armor, vulnerable, I was
The tackling dummy, an easy mark
I wanted to turn green, rise up like the Hulk
And vanquish my tormenters, unrelenting
They were, and their quill full of insults
Belittling, berating, laughing, taunting
I was always wanting, to respond
Split second, in the moment
To come up with something
A comeback, to silence them
A bombshell gem, quick wit
Make them split, make them quit
Make them go away, without delay
If I could advise that isolated self
Clumsy, tearful oaf, who had no help
I would tell that me, it is ok to be
Me, in the skin I am in. I would tell that me
They will not amount to be anything more
Than a bad memory, they won’t last
Long since past, you’ll move away
They will have no say, your prison break
You will escape that tyranny . -
Sharpie Man, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)
Klan shirt, Putin shoes
Rikers is where I’m going to
Spray tan face , red tie
My sycophants don’t even question why
MAGAS kiss my ass just as fast as they can
White nationalist go crazy about Sharpie Man
Small crotch, mushroom dong
I can’t even go that long
Fart stinks, dick is thin
When I pull it out I’m going to bore you in
Stormy went running as fast as she can
Cause sane people cant stand the Sharpie Man
I brag about my bat
I always lie because it’s short and fat
Libido fades, premature
Broken Sharpie and getting no love
MAGAs kiss my ass just as fast as they can
White Nationalist go crazy about a Sharpie Man. -
Humility, By Brianrrs37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)
I am humble enough
To accept I am
As finite as
Any other life
As finite as
The weed
In my yard
As finite as
The squirrel
In the tree
As finite as
The fish
In the sea
As finite as
The bumble bee
It humbles me
To know
Even when I go
The atoms in me
Won’t cease to be
I recycle them
Constantly
The death of a star
Exploded violently
That lead to
The atoms in me
I am a living fractal
However so temporary
Even the pterodactyl
Met it’s meteor demise
Ever lasting life is a lie
It would be better to try
To accept the world
As it is, that is
If we open our eyes
It should not
Surprise
If one is to find
We can still be kind
Have peace of mind
In this finite time
There is no fame
Etched in stone
That does not erode
Eventually
We can potentially
Extend our ride
Minus arrogant pride
Though the ride
Will always end
Lets not pretend
Lets not dwell
On a fictional hell
On the final toll
Of the last bell
Let our fears quell
Lets focus on
On the now
On the show
Already in progress
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Empty Page, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet On FB/META And @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)
Where are you, I know you are there
Where are you, you give me a scare
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare
Where are you, I want you to rise
Of the page, into their curious eyes
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare
Where are you, I am aware, it is unfair
You taunt me, with your snickering glare
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare
Where are you, the words I cant find
The scattered thoughts cluttering my mind
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare
Where are you, inspiration elusive
Bock lettering wishing for cursive
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare
Where are you, the clock doesn’t care
Hour upon days, my prose in despair
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare
Where are you, in shadows you hide
I’ve lost my muse, it’s gone in stride
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare
Where are you, my cupboards are bare
No words in my pantry, no dish to prepare
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare
Where are you, no spark to ignite
The first line is nowhere in sight
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare
Where are you, no rage no rose
No song to compose,
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare
Dangerously I languish in this dry spell
No plume for my pen, no ink in my well
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare
When will the chasm I find myself in
When will the echoing frustration end
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare.
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Another week without inspiration. I hate this. -
My poem “This Round Is On Me” is available to download on the following platforms under the “This Is Signal” who also has the Twitter/X account @signal_is
https://www.boomplay.com/episode/7036853
https://www.patreon.com/ThisIsSignal <—- Scroll down for the 6 minute 18 second “6:18” long version with explanation.
https://open.spotify.com/episode/12Ffe63AcurRM0tuYI0Uib
And the original YouTube link to her channel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBXBt_p-cfA&t=45s