Incandescent Darkness, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

The dichotomy, the epitome
Of the pit in me, desperately
Wanting to be free of uncertainty

Candle’s wick, burned thin not thick
Fading light in Olmec spice
Blistered tongue , forked of thrice

They’ve come to play, I have no say
Vultures wings, block out the day
Voices in my head make fray

Head to rest, is not to be
I am am accosted by anxiety
Bombarding my brain in cacophony

It is unwanted company
My only companion, my only friend
I want this madness forever to end

You flirt with me darkness
Seductive wink, I nod in sync
I could be gone in just a blink

Always I feel on the brink
Pit in my gut perpetual sink
I can’t make sense of this link

The brick smashes the window
I have murdered the sparrow
Hollow bones void of marrow

I struggle for time, of which to borrow
Under my sheets, I hide and burrow
Hard to wake up, and look for tomorrow

You see me smile, masking my sorrow.

Like A Virgin, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Deuteronomy 22:13-21, oh what fun
Besmirch the virgin, what have you done?
100 shekels, amerce this man
Fine paid to the father, not this lass

No thought to her thoughts,
Or to her injury
It is all about the male patriarchy
She is just their property

Chattel to be bartered, between families
But if the husband’s accusations are true
And she is not pure as promised to
This is what the elders will do

Stones not sticks, will break her bones
Crush her skull and collapse her lungs
Tossed out like garbage
Though no crime was done

Do you know a little
About a guy named Lot
His male angel friends
Put him on the spot

They were weary travelers
Who had come to spend the night
But wicked townsmen came to rape them
Standing at his gate

Lot appealed to the men
To do not such a vile deed
Then offered up his virgin daughters
“Take them instead I plead”

If you’re a father with one young and fair
If some stranger were to dare
To deflower this maiden’s rose
A mere fine is to be imposed

Once again, no concern for the female
Or to the trauma that has been done
The father can force him to marry her
For what least she be shunned

The ignorance of biology in antiquity
The stigma of periods, menstruation
They could not see, the vile motif
Of bartering purity

Even the most famous
Virgin of all
Barely a a mention
After Gabriel’s call

No words on her thoughts
Her desires or needs
Just a field for God
To plant his invisible seed
(end)

Yes this is blasphemous, and it is intended to offend. Not out of hate, but in the context of pointing out the ignorance of the writers of antiquity. Purity, even in polytheism was a widespread commodity where females were bartered between families to create economic stability. Nobody back then understood that periods and menstruation were natural.

Notes on the poem.

Deuteronomy 22:13-21 basically says that if a man lies about his new wife and claims she is not a virgin and she is, the townspeople will fine him 100 Shekels. But if she is not pure and she has lied to the family she will be stoned to death. Don’t blame me, I wouldn’t write such vile crap.

Genesis 19:1-11, Male angels come to visit lot, and the male townspeople of Sodom find out and come and demand Lot give them up so they can rape them. Lot pleads with them not to rape his angel friends and offers up his virgin daughters instead. Again, don’t blame me, I didn’t write this vile crap.

Deuteronomy , 22:28-29, basically says that if a man rapes another man’s daughter, he will be charged a fine of 50 shekels, and the father can even force the rapist to marry his victim.

And even the most famous virgin in that book of mythology you hardly hear from. A few words at Gabriel’s at his announcement then a few words at his execution. Written as if she was merely a prop.

Set Your Flag On Fire, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Hey now, it’s the guy in the sky
Voices in your head, blindly try
Set the flag on fire, let it fry

Jesus is king, all drenched in red
I’ll bet you your land he’ll kill you dead
Your God boy and their God boy
Will shoot the other in the head

Hey now, it’s Allah in the sky
Voices in your head, blindly try
Will set the flag on fire, let it fry

Mohammed is Prophet, all drenched in red
I’ll bet you your land, he’ll kill you dead
Your God boy and their God boy
Will shoot the other in the head

Hey now, it’s Hebrew in the sky
Voices in your head, blindly try
Set the flag on fire, let it fry

Yahweh is God, all drenched in red
I’ll bet you your land, he’ll kill you dead
Your God boy and their God boy
Will shoot the other in the head

Cuneiform, Sanskrit, Hammurabi code
Hieroglyphics, Mayans, Buddha didn’t know
Ancient ignorance is the arrow’s deadly bow

Hey now, hey now, burning in a pyre
All because of delusional superstitious desire
You’ll selfishly set planet earth on fire.

Nothing as we were before
Noting in the future we’ll be
What truly matters is of now
Not that of our violent fantasies

Dominance is a fleeting goal
It kills the flesh, no peace to show
Lust for power, blood will flow

The universe will take it’s toll
All the gods will be dead, none of us will know
Now is what really matters, not that of long ago.
(end)

And A Nice Chianti, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

2 Kings, 6:29
On my son I shall dine
Did you, did you, bring some wine?

No Fruit Of The Loom underwear
But fruit of the womb if you dare
Deuteronomy 28:53, eat flesh medium rare

Jerimiah 19:9 although frog legs are fine
Sons and Daughters flesh are thine
Just remember to bring the wine

Gordon Ramsey, Anthony Bourdain
Julia Child have gone insane
Lamentations 4:10, fava beans once again

Family family barbecue
5:10 Ezekiel too
Finish up, or no desert for you.

Hannibal Lecter’s lullaby
Clarice’s placemat is on high
Just remember to bring the wine.

I’m just a critic, don’t blame me
For the writers of past history
I’m no fan of these gory stories.
(end)

It is one thing to put stories of eating flesh in zombie movies or horror/thrillers in Silence of the Lambs. But to value a book that you base your life’s moralities on and believe in a God that would allow, condone, watch and call it a religion, that confounds me. I see no morality in that if you want to believe that is true.

1042, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

1042, what is my brain going to do
I was taking a nap in the afternoon
It was the address I had to get to

Have you ever heard of shepherd’s pie pizza?
That was baked in the oven in my head
This was my delivery, I dreamt of while in bed

My co worker and I couldn’t get the order right
We kept on working on the pizzas all through the night
Every attempt a failure, the crust was such a fright

Finally I reach the apartment complex
And run into the actor they call Tex
You may remember in Ace Ventura

Rescuing a dog from a brawny brainless brute
Walker rescuing Alex Cahill from a mountain so remote
Tex Cobb chewed my ear off while the pizza got cold

I couldn’t fill out my time card no more pizzas to be sold
You say this makes no sense, it isn’t meant to be
Hooky of the mind, in slumber that I see.
(end)

So this afternoon I fall asleep and suddenly I am back working at a pizza chain I used to work for and we couldn’t make the pizzas right and kept screwing them up. So we ended up making a small split pea pizza, but in real life I changed it to shepherd’s pie because I couldn’t figure out how to make split pea work, sounded too goofy. As if shepherd’s pie isn’t as bad.

So I finally get to the apartment complex and the actor Russell Craig also known as “Tex Cobb” was not my delivery but a suspicious guy talking my ear off in the parking lot, and I had to trick him into leaving me alone by telling him 1042 which was on the opposite side of the building in my dream, just so I could drive way from him.

So I finally get to the elderly couple’s apartment, and because it took so long I gave the the pizzas for free. But when I got back my shift was over and I forgot to clock in so I couldn’t find my time card to clock out. Then my cell phone in real life woke me up and that was the end of a very bizarre dream.

A Tap On My Shoulder, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Raven’ robe, Rx label, cotton covered
Calling from the nightstand
Golden Gate the heights are great
Just a splash away

The vulture hovers, the knife in hand
The bath is warm, the wrist is mad
The revolver loaded, the temple glad
Oblivion is all that’s left to be had

The crow is calling, the train is coming
Warning horn, on tracks you’re falling
Peddle down, in your car, faster faster
The cliff isn’t far

The belt or rope and ceiling fan
From this life you have ran
Future days come to an end
The skeleton becomes your friend

Unaware of of what you’ve lost
The future pleasures are the cost
There’s always light after the fog
There’s always someone willing to hug.

Free Will With Fries And A Shake, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet On FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/x)

Lucifer, “Hey God, wanna make a bet?”
God, “Sure, but I knew you were going to bet me”
Lucifer, ” I bet I can fuck up Adam and Eve’s day”

God, “No way, or yes way, I still have the final say”
Lucifer, “You know that tree in where the garden lay?”
God, “Yea, I put it there knowing they would ignore me”

Lucifer, “Ok, Five card draw, duces, aces, one eyed faces are wild”
God, “What do we use for the poker chips?”
Lucifer, ” Come on God, Adam and Eve, you already knew that.”

Adam, ” You’re a dog, you’re a tree, I need another human, I am lonely”
Eve, “Here I am, I magically popped out of your rib”
Adam, ” Ummmm. pork ribs, yummy, lets have some pork ribs for lunch”

Eve, “You have to watch your figure, let me consult this talking snake to see”
Lucifer, ” Try this fruit, good for your figure”
Eve, ” Holy crap this is good, I have to tell Adam”

Eve, ” Adam, this charming reptile gave me this luscious fruit”
Adam, ” Don’t steal the picknick basket, the ranger wouldn’t like it”
Eve, ” You are such a fuddy duddy, come on, live a little for once”

Adam, “I suppose you are right, hey, this isn’t so bad.”
Eve, “Holy crap why are we naked?”
Adam, “Lets grab a medieval artist to pant belly buttons on us.”

Eve, “Even though we are supposed to be the first humans?”
Adam, “Lilith was the first woman not you, wait, how did I know that?”
Lucifer, ” You ate from the tree of knowledge”

God, ” Yea, the one I put there but did not have to. “
Lucifer, “In a bet we both set up that you didn’t know about.”
Adam and Eve, ” How can you punish us for that?”

God, “Because I am a dick.”
Lucifer, “And I am dick’s sidekick.
Adam and Eve, “So what happens to us now?”

God, ” You die, even know I am responsible for creating Lucifer”
Lucifer, ” This is a boon for me, I get to play bad guy forever”
God, “Yep, I need you like Yoda needs Darth Vader.”

Free will with fries and a shake
Not any sense does this story make
How is this a choice, if they had no voice?
(end)

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

Mr. Owl,
How many earths
Could fit in Jupiter’s storm?
One, two….. three, three

Mr. Owl,
Would our sun scowl
If it new the largest black hole
Could swallow 66 billion of thee?

Mr. Owl
If I counted
Every grain of sand on earth’s beaches
Would they surpass numbers that stars reaches?

Number of stars vs each grain of sand
Stars obliterate , 10,000 to 1
2 trillion galaxies add to a septillion suns

So when you bring me
Old mythology and claim
“All this” was put here for humanity

I see a person without humility
I see willful ignorance, insecurity
I see a person afraid of change

Mr. Owl
Is only wise
When he scraps bad claims
And they meet their demise.
(end)

Notes on this poem.

“Mr. Owl” was a character in a cartoon Tootsie Roll Tootsie Pop commercial back in the 1970s. In it a kid asks an owl in the tree how many bites it took to get to the center and it ends with “The world may never know”.

But not knowing is not an excuse to plop in gap answers based on old mythology. If our species never questioned social norms, our species never would have left the caves.

The largest black hole currently known to science is called “TON 618”. Roughly 60 billion of our earth suns could fit into that black hole.

And if you really want to freak out. The next time you go to the beach, look at a single grain of sand, and know that there are roughly 10,000 stars in the universe for that one grain of sand.

Now, I am very realistic that on a planet of 8 billion religion isn’t likely to go away. But more human progress has come when religious claims about the nature of life and the universe were challenged, not simply accepted because the church said so.

Giordano Bruno was burned at the stake by the church for daring to postulate that the dots in the sky were other suns and could have planets around them. That went against the church’s teachings that the earth was the center of not only our solar system, but the entire cosmos. That is one of countless examples where believers in mythology targeted, harassed, bullied, arrested and executed someone who dared to tell the truth and think for themselves.

Today science denying is used to deny the shape of our earth. It got millions killed during a pandemic. It has taken the rights of female body autonomy away. And most importantly, this dangerous science denying is a threat to our species existence.

Based On A True Neanderthal, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Gary, Gary, quite on the contrary
Your wife is not a seal
When she runs to the kitchen

To get a meal, you took the labels off
The cans, in order “to gain her trust”
This isn’t a form of couple’s therapy

Though you insist this must
Be the order of things
The privilege God’s patriarchy brings

This is just a dog he trains
Eve is to blame for the fall of man
Her crime was trying to be equal you claim

Pleistocene neanderthal, Gary Garry
You are insane, take your misogynistic brain
Stick it on the thrown, and flush it down the drain.
(end)

This poem is based on a social media page I just went to and it was an asshole calling himself a “theologian”. This butthole wants to turn back the clock on women’s rights, and thinks biblical Patriarchy is good and that “Women fell because they tried to be equal to men”.

He claims he is giving his wife “therapy” to gain his “trust” by pealing off all the labels off all the cans in the kitchen and telling her to simply “trust” him to know which can is the one she wants. This isn’t therapy, this is like training a seal or a dog. Right wing MAGA Christians are nuts. They are not very far away from becoming the Christian Taliban.