Atheism
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sometimes i am so easily decieved
I believe what i wish to be true
and when the fantasies of my infancy are ripped from my grasp
I weep at the feet of misbeliefs past
for the comfort of lies
(Disclaimer: This poem does not insinuate I engage in incest.
Mention of sleeping with my brother refers to times in the past
that I have been woken up by my younger siblings after they'd
Retroismic palaces rise from deserted sands but all I see around me is mental illness
A basket of bread and flower,
-Lexicon for heartening;
Jazz brass and sunburn in the poppy fields
I'm an atheist,
But that doesn't make me rude.
Keep on trucking, theists,
By all means, you do you.
But I don't appreciate
Being painted as the villain.
I'm not broken nor filled with hate;
I refuse to submit to the brainwashing of
Faith.
I am liberated through
The world;
I am limited by
Religious culture.
To live, I thrive off of beautiful things like
I don't need
Humanism
To be good, I require only
God.
I don't need man-made distractions such as
Technology and modern advancements
To live, I thrive off of beautiful things like
Different but similar, in distinct scenes
Interpretations of that which is “eternal”
Some of the bounded in settings infernal,
Variations seen
In the beginning, man created ideas
I walk paths that were paved long before my existence
Voices and laughter that once echoed for miles
are now replaced by the faint wind
The movement of my feet cause the dust
Hear my prayer,
On heavens high,
I exalt you and swear
That you are much greater than I.
Oh, Divine Lord
I don’t believe in it.
That place beyond what we have seen.
The place where
I could have said I’ve been.
I don’t believe in it.
Someone should let a snake through eternal life. It would hiss at a god, right under his knife, whereas we (gratefully) would entreat to the steel - no complaint or restraint;
The night sky spoke for itself.
Emitting perpetual promise,
Unlike the pretense of your idols.
Your lens dotted with the dust of pastors,
Fear of heaven,
Mine clear with the spotless faith in
Head, shoulders, knees and toes knees and
Head is filled with very foreign thoughts
Shoulders lifted by the harsh anxiety I’ve somehow forgot
Sinking deeper into my own feelings of concealment, / It's so much easier to tell a lie that you believe.
"I respect everyone, for God tells me so."
Really?
Then how come its impossible to be free from scorn when you claim to be an atheist?
Atheists and agnostics practically require a coming out of sorts.
Innocent to the earth
Blemished before the judge
Blameless since birth
Isolated to the grudge
Two value systems
Perceive and Review
Man's disease and symptoms
Whether true or askew
God loves everyone, but even if look or smell
Like we've sin we'll go to hell.
That sucks
Where do I begin:
Shucks I am glad you see a future for me In such a vibrant environment
But I sincerely beg thee
Their prayers call out
shouting to a false god,
a deity made of silicone and lies.
Their lungs ache,
their throats grow hoarse, but they will not--
cannot be silenced.
My love is
a chemical,
a pulse,
and a
shock.
My heart is
just meat
beaten tender.
When I
throw up my
hands
they are only
bones in a row,
There's too much discrimination, too many uncaring hearts,
Some people only laugh when others are torn apart.
Whether its racism or sexuality, no one seems to care,
I hide behind a silver cross that hangs from my neck,
My grandmother’s,
Because here atheism is a shameful word.
But it’s true, I don’t believe in God.
I don’t believe things are “meant to be,”
Everyday is a day to be alive!
A day to rejoice in the beauty of the randomness of the universe!
A day to look up to the night sky and bask in the glory of the stars
The very stars that die so that we may live!
This is not an attack
On any ideals
But as an atheist I say
I can feel as I feel
Don't lecture me with your god
Because I don't believe
If I'm burning in hell, you'll be first there you see
Ask for the truth, I'll give you a lie
You'll never know that I want to cry.
The words you said, they hurt like hell.
You victimize yourself, but know that you're well.
You've cut me deeply, much deeper than deep
The other me is someone only seen by few,
Someone not as corageous or as sure of what to do.
Inside I'm scared of letting others down,
Scared of rejection or the real me to be found.
This is my life
And it will be full of enjoyment
So first things first
You've lost employment
You said I needed you
And would be there for me
But I got over 2 decades
I’ve never been able to bow my head long enough to pray
Too consumed by the urge to peek
I’ve always been more concerned with what was going on around me –
"I am not religious", I tell them.
I'm just not.
I am not rejecting religion.
Just after all these years of having christian religion shoved down my throat I'm just not interested, you know?
"You're an atheist?!"
"You know you're going to hell right?"
"I'll be praying for you."
Yes. I'm an atheist.
No that does not mean that
I worship Satan, or
I hate religion, or
I hate God, or
I went running
I have to stop, breathe and breathe
When I tilt my chin for air, I see the sky
I start to weep because I know nothing is beyond that sky
Empty space waiting to do something, but it can't
So beautifully flowing,
so sporadically chaotic,
so miraculously conjoined,
the fact of existance,
so matter-of-fact,
as we live to simply not be.
Nothing may begin if there be no end,
It is drawing near,
the end is in sight.
I am overcome with wonder.
What shall await on the beyond?
Angels bearing singing, golden harps,
blindingly beautiful light bathing my soul,
tell me to go to hell
tell me i'll burn there
tell me i'm the devil's spawn
i really dont fucking care
tell me you'll pray for me
tell me you have hope
tell me i'm not that bad
Carrotsticks.
Carrotsticks to invisible pink unicorns.
Carrotsticks to alien beings in your head.
Carrotsticks to spirits.
Carrotsticks to flying spaghetti monsters.
Carrotsticks to Olympian Gods.
I was a turtle.
I don't remember
My life as a turtle.
Nor do I remember
My future life as a ruler.
But I say I was
Because my parents said so.
My life is in the hands
What kind of belief have you got up your sleeve?
I believe there's nothing to believe
So get out and never come back
And go home to your stupid little shack
Since if you believe nothing then you have no hope
Dead man walking
Sentened by the boss
Look who's talking
Sorry for the loss
Dead man walking
We'll get there somehow
But where are we now?
Let's get rolling
I suddenly realized
(at five years old)
Death applies to me too
That children become grown-ups
who become grandmas
who were the ones who died
And I was a children.
is my provenance really act of providence? and,if it’s all part of A Big Plan, whyhave i been found guilty of the sin of cainain the eyes of my ancestors?does refusing confirmation mean
Your faults don’t mean anything
What matters is in your eyes
What feels good now
Is bad in the book of lies
That memory can’t always be taken back.
I tend to get scared when I think about my life.
What happens when it just ends?
I've never really believed in a god or an after life.
All of that just seems silly and make believe.
When the others shut their eyes, I kept mine open.
I thought about what it would be like to be minuscule, to climb on the statues in church.
I thought about what could happen to make me stop kneeling.
I always knew I was
Who are you to say I'm evil?
Who are you to say I have no morals?
Who are you to say we're wrong?
Who are you to preach your song?
Who are you to kick us down?
Who are you to call me clown?
Joking?
I don't know if I will ever be able to
describe you in the way I truly experience
you.
When I think of you, I lose the words.
I can only feel them. I know you aren't meant
for me.
When that I was a little tiny boy,
Me daddy said to me,
’The time has come, me bonny bonny bairn
To learn your ABC’.
