2 years back, I wrote this poem.

[Mystic]

I'm deleting a lot of posts on my facebook, but I came across this and thought I would share:


I look in the mirror of my heart,
To find the leader and Guide of time,
But all I see is the shadows,
An ugly tree has rooted my heart,
Taken over my soul,
Dark swords I have relied on so long,
My Madness and illness didn't begin from God manifesting himself to me,
It began from running away from him when being called to him,
It began when I ignored his call and embraced the call of the cursed swords,
When I spat in his holy court,
The dark night is getting darker,
And evils are overwhelming,
And I await as all foundations continue to break,
Where is the name of God that is the means to refuge?
Where is the leader who will guide me out of the darkness to the light?
Where is the caller that will awaken my talents?
Where is the witness that will show me who I am, and show who my Lord truly is?
Where is the Driver who will carry me to safety?
Where is the Captain that will save me?
Where who is holds the Authority over humans and Jinn, by which I will recognize the True King of all kings, by his appointed King?
Still abandoning me, because I abandon him,
Using his name for my dark delusions,
Using the door and where it leads only to deceive myself and others,
As I live, I keep searching,
Increasing in knowledge and wisdom,
But still running away from the path,
And failing to embrace his name.

[Minimalist]

Whatever you are taking, increase the dosage because....

[Mystic]

I traspassed your limits till I could not longer see the light,
Deafened to wisdom no knowledge avails me,
All I have is belief in you,
And belief in your messengers and proofs,
still I could not see,
How wretched I have been with respect to you,
My soul continues to fall and shatter apart,
You trusted me with reason but I have shattered that trust,
You guided me to you only to have me run away,
Screaming and kicking to the truth I saw with the eyes of certainty,
As I thrusted my soul with dark swords pulling me astray,
From the path you showed me,
Ungrateful to your favors,
I am the greatest sin possible,
I am that learned one who you gave your signs to,
But stuck to the earth.
Looking to the light,
With all my might,
I must cease my injustice.
Today I promise I will with all my resolve to turn back to you
And love you with all my heart

2 years back as well.

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This one is 8 years back:

To the Rebellious enviers of Jinn and mankind
To the sorcerers and planners against us
Fill us with a thousand poisons.
Attack us with a thousand daggers.
Join all together against us.
And separate our directions.
Confuse us with a thousand doubts
Watch us and plan against us
Cover us with darkness
And put in us a thousand knots,
Love speaks a wisdom
Our desire to see Him will lead us back to him
Our Love will bring us back some day,
Wherever we turned to, we will turn back,
Through the Gates to the city of Treasures
the family of the blessed reminder
We hold on to them
In midst of the dark moments
When the dark night approaches,
The Twelve captains
Of the blessed ship of salvation established by the Word of His Light,
the Praised One, the best of the Messengers,
And we hold to them in midst of your poisons
And we hold to them when we fall
And we guard it against your false lies
They are the there clearly in Quran despite your sorcery
And the hand of God is above our hands
And he sees us weak, he will protect us
And he sees us strong, he will aide us let us knowing he is our strength,
So that we rise by holy battle
To honorable position you cannot imagine,
Neither priding with your vanity
Or ungratefully claiming the glory belongs to other then God,
We see what you try to hide
Clearly said in Quran
We see what you try to make doubtful
Clearly said in Quran
And all those whom you deceive and misguide
Will not make us doubt to the slightest bit
The truth we he hear
through the blessed word of God
The pure and Highest word
Which you belittle in your world of lies
Our treasure that we protect
And the Shield against your delusions
And the Sword we break your falsehoods,
Whatever you cast of the sorcery
And lies and deception
God will break it, indeed he does not guide
The actions of those whom make mischief in the land.
Lovers fly back
Whom wants to will remember
Whom hates will remain blind
He gives us all what we wish and ask,
And we seek refuge from wishing and asking of the cursed world of lies you call to,
And we ask to come to the blessed house
of the Most Perfect and Most Holy Beautiful Majestic Blessed Souls,
And we crave them and incline to them
And crave the fruits of the blessed tree
Which is the healing and the light of recitation
Which you have split in pieces.
Separating it's parts
And making people disbelieve in the blessed reminder
And clear and simple truth
That the Treasures belong to God
With him is the tranquility we long for
The pure desire will lead us back,
And we will believe what we like no matter how much doubtful and unclear your lies try to make it
It stand clear bright as can be
And we trust in when nothing but a dim star is there
And we trust in when it is bright as the moon
And we trust in it and gained victory when it's bright as the Sun
And the light is what we desire and long for
The blessed family which God says he desires to keep nothing of his blessings
or of the sought goals in the world of lies you call to,
From them the pure family of light and purity and blessed water
They are our Kings and Masters
And our Guides and Companions
And the only doors we will enter in prostration
And stand up with firmness against the lies you bring
Lovers fly back, we will remember
What we desire you cannot deceive is not there,
The Abundance we will drink from
The treasures we desire
The pleasures we long for
And the envious blowers of knots will not stop us
And your potions of poison cannot keep us,
From breaking free from the web of lies
And weak spider houses you build for people,
Lovers know whom they love,
Your lies cannot deceive us
He is just as we want him to be,
And our desire for him is the greatest trust
And we will hold to the love of the family,
The Great trust upon mankind,
To the very end, and enjoin others on this,
That is the word of guarding
the blessed word of tranquility
Desiring their holy souls
And loving their noble states
That is the meaning of Taqwa
And gratefulness
And that is the sole purpose of this life
To fly back to the light and journey to our Lord
by the blessed companions that intercede by his Command
And mark the way of his bright signs and light.
Lovers fly back.
Lovers fly back.
Just as assured to Ibrahim.
And I made a promise to protect that desire
No matter how low and weak it is deemed
And I God willing through his grace, mercy
Compassion and love,
will do so and help others do so as well.
Indeed he is the compassionate Lord there is no compassionate but him
With us all, enjoining compassion,
Saying "Don't you want me?"
"Don;t you see there is nothing else to be sought but me?"
So go calling to nothing but disgusting crap
And make doubtful the treasure we desire
But our desire is our guide
And we learned all this from the blessed family of the reminder
by the help of our Lord,
And we seek refuge from your lies
And the Satanic recitation you have cast in people's hearts.
We read by the love of Ali
We read by the Name and sign of God
We read by the Nabal Atheem
And we read by this pure desire which cannot be stopped.

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

Three minutes ago, I discovered this poem, which I feel encapsulates everything religion has given us:

‘A priest was invited to King’s,
‘To speak of divine, sublime things.
‘But his deepest desire
‘Was a boy in the choir, 
‘With a bum like a jelly on springs.’

Boru

[Brian37]

Poetry by Brian37 (poems by an atheist)(originally posted on Rational Responders 4/12/2012


I post all over the web, but I want a back up in case my computer or one particular website goes down.
Out out brief Candle, By Brian37  My take on MacBeth act 5, scene 5.

QUOTE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MACBETH:"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, 
To the last syllable of recorded time; 
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools 
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! 
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, 
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, 
And then is heard no more. It is a tale 
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, 
Signifying nothing. 

Here is my spin on that wonderful and profound line: 



Out, Out brief candle, By Brian37 

To-deities, and to-gods, and to-God 

Creeps in this petty tyrant from day to day 

Until the extinction of humanity new ones will be invented 

And all of yesterday's gods have been created by fools 

The way to tribal death. Out out brief myth 

Claims are but a walking shadow, a poor reflection 

That struts our narcissism upon the stage 

And then is heard no more. It is a tale 

Told by the credulous, full of sound and fury 

Signifying nothing.
 (END)

EDIT, I changed the original poem listed at that website which was "yestergods" changed it to "yesterday's gods".

Point of the poem isn't just an ode to that line, but pointing out the reality that religion is human made and will not be around after our species goes extinct. 

[Belacqua]

Jesus was sitting in Moses’ chair.
They brought the trembling woman there.
Moses commands she be ston’d to death.
What was the sound of Jesus’ breath?
He laid His hand on Moses’ law;
The ancient Heavens, in silent awe,
Writ with curses from pole to pole,
All away began to roll.
The Earth trembling and naked lay
In secret bed of mortal clay;
On Sinai felt the Hand Divine
Pulling back the bloody shrine;
And she heard the breath of God,
As she heard by Eden’s flood:
‘Good and Evil are no more!
Sinai’s trumpets cease to roar!
Cease, finger of God, to write!
The Heavens are not clean in Thy sight.
Thou art good, and Thou alone;
Nor may the sinner cast one stone.
To be good only, is to be
A God or else a Pharisee.

from The Everlasting Gospel, by William Blake