The Mythiscist

We all enjoy a story
a fantasy or two
narrative that casts a spell
yet patently untrue

The Mythiscist is masterful
adroit with sleight of word
tales of awe and hopes bequest
grandiosely quite absurd

 With origins conjecture
control and mass consumption
for all of those who tread a path
of myth and wild assumption

The Dubious Witness

The dubious witness in a court of law
is tested for veracity
with no allowance given for
any obvious incapacity

 No witness is allowed to claim
a truth that spread through rumour
so pledging oath’s on a spurious book
is not my sense of humour

Life! Just One Each and No More

This planet earth amazing place
where consciousness resides
and balance is the driving force
through turbulence and tides

The forces that dictate each day
inherent and abundant
are governed by unaltered law
historic and incumbent

Each principle definable
each constant clear and true
no need for spirit metaphor
or child like point of view

Blinded by the Light

 

I can fully understand the frustrating feeling that most of the religious are doomed to remain in that weird world of futile adoration. Their poor minds have been contorted by parents, relative’s friends and teachers who convince and cajole using the ‘trust me I wouldn’t lie to you’ routine.

The price to pay for the brave discovery of reality is not for the meek.

To be out there in Veracity Street is fraught with the strength needed to be truly responsible for all ones actions. In Veracity Street you can’t hide behind a book of nonsense and demand respect for its obvious ambiguities. In the world of absolute truth there is no room for inequality. Real strength is in standing together in the pursuit of progress and genuine knowledge. The power of gender cooperation is immense providing methods and insights that are lost in the mire of social inequality. And guess what? The poor old meek are most unlikely to inherit the earth.

Being bought by the promise of jam tomorrow is extremely sad. I have myself been angered by the futility of belief and the stonewalling of rationale thought religion brings.

Finally, I say thanks to the courageous intellectuals who take care in presenting the very best of logic and reason yet all the while knowing that converting the deluded is a hard row to hoe.

The Times Are Hardly Changing.

Waiting for Reason

I’m just an individual whose not afraid to say
I don’t believe in fairy’s and therefore never pray
I don’t believe in afterlife or the supernatural way
I have no time for glory chat on any given day
 
I do believe in honesty, equality and care
I want to be a friend in need will aim to do my share
I’d like a better world for all so green and clean and fair
eradicating nastiness in every corner everywhere
 
So far the answers out of sight in spite of adoration
too many folk prepared to wait in hope of jubilation
too many holy soldiers in support of subjugation
making bombs and waving guns creating trepidation
 

I will not wear a label that gives credence to belief
and avoid the jolly ritual that invokes a false relief
I will turn my head away from any intellectual thief
I will proudly stand responsible away from sacred grief