#atheist
This summer, It will rain everyday
For upon the damp cobblestones-
A mime mocks the preacher
Pointing to the clouds with a weeping wince
Tracing the stars that mock us from a distance
Amused that they refuse to align
His lungs flare as he chests a laugh
Humored by his blasphemy
But the preacher does not grin
“At what expense?” says the sorrowful preacher,
“The immense
Hellfire,”
He warns, “hellfire.
Your sins weigh you down, mime
Like laden metal-
Copper, silver, bronze-
And you will meet the devil”
The mime mimics the terror
He presses his palms together
And faces the sky once more
“Mercy on me,”
The mime speaks
“A mercy asked for with trembling hands, these hands, my hands.”
The preacher stands stunned as the mime breaks his act.
But god laughs at him
As he tries to appease what he cannot see
His race will have no finish, until he realizes
He's always been free.
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 2:49 AM UTC
I would pray,
But he's probably too busy,
Killing people
Tearing families apart
Spreading diseases
Watching children starve
He's too focused on his reality TV,
That's our reality.
He can't be bothered to listen,
To that teenagers cry for help,
As they beg for a reason
Not to
End it all
He doesn't have time to hear about,
Your pancreatic cancer
It's in operable?
Not. His. Problem.
You devoted your life to worship?
Too. **** Bad.
See,
I would pray for,
Peace
Or
Mercy
But he's too invested in his,
Little old game.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 11:44 PM UTC
people want free will
People want help
People that suffer
People that love
But people autonomous
But people look for a leader
But mostly independence
To prevent all war and suffering
To create war in the name of a god or oneself
Some question and some blame the god still keep free will for the beneficiary
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 11:11 AM UTC
Before birth, where were you?
Who can...
know without a mind?
see without eyes?
hear without ears?
smell without a nose?
taste without a tongue?
feel without nerves?
be present without a body?
create from nothing, something?
We are bombarded with questions,
led to infinite regression.
Welcome reality.
The Order of Sentience
is sensual, intellectual then emotional;
such is The Discernment Theory.
Hurry, it can't be done in the afterlife.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC
This matter is too heavy,
far bigger than you and I.
Life is too complex to comprehend alone
so let's gather everything we need.
Save your prayer for fools.
You are just a mortal, a man at that.
Misbegotten, apparently you believe
you can influence the gods;
validation confirmation.
If you conclude
everything that has occurred is divine-will
then the half-empty cup is always half-filled
until logic spills its disambiguation.
Observe, research, hypothesize, experiment, document, analyze and conclude.
I am a revenant.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 7:13 PM UTC
Last time we discussed this
I thought it was an exhaustion to last a lifetime.
Forsaken the digression.
Focus to reach a conclusion.
You've rivaled my conduct, now answer me:
How can anyone believe an act is abominable
then proceed to commit it?
You're predisposed to love sin
though its notion is flawed
and its actor is a fraud.
Surrender to evil
for it's who you are.
We can't relate to the affliction
of the schizophrenic
so we're dismissed as 'anarchists'.
Today ancient word has no merit
when new idols speak.
Face us, accuser as you do your worst.
If karma were to exist, you'd be the most cursed.
Your past would catch up to you with a wrath,
wreaking havoc but you're to blame
when vengeance is thy name.
We decline what you prescribe,
a false dichotomy.
Raise a fist.
We've committed deicide.
We are a different breed,
we live free for here & now;
breed of anarchy.
We are a different breed,
we live free for here & now;
breed of anarchy.
We are a different breed,
we live free for here & now;
breed of anarchy.
We are a different breed,
we live free for here & now...
Make a joyful noise
and bang your head
to the sound of beautiful revelry, yeah.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 7:11 PM UTC
Making sense of it all, it has you consumed.
"This is true for that is so due to
this is true for that is so due to
this is true for that is so due to this.
If this then that,
it indeed is that therefore it must be this."
I figure your speech is of a fool...
'Sugar-coated'
for your noxious rejection of the assertive.
Here comes what's good for you...
consume the tangible.
I figure your speech is of a fool.
Truth is not a requisite of belief
nor is belief a requisite of truth;
it is what it is with or without you.
"Starve your doubts to feed your faith," they say,
“You're safe in your safe-space."
"Starve your doubts to feed your faith," they say,
“You're safe in your safe-space."
You're only fooling yourself.
Welcome to the real world.
Soon you will realize that our opinion
does not require your permission
and that no one's comfort is their **** right.
Pardon my lack of discretion for the faint of mind.
Making sense of it all, it has you consumed.
Here comes what's good for you...
consume the tangible.
Truth is not a requisite of belief
nor is belief a requisite of truth;
it is what it is with or without you.
"Starve your doubts to feed your faith," they say,
“You're safe in your safe-space."
"Starve your doubts to feed your faith," they say,
“You're safe in your safe-space."
You're only fooling yourself.
I hear you talking
but your words just aren't speaking to me.
Speak up, speak up.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
I can't trust anyone
who sacrifices an innocent being
and deems it as 'good'.
Does it make sense?
Am I misunderstanding?
I can't help myself,
unaware of the details...
Trying to conceive reality
with a mind that fails
to recognize authenticity.
If free will is an illusion,
I can't decide my motivation.
Forbidden, I am your victim.
Please, grant me wisdom.
Oh God, show yourself.
I don't want to believe,
I want to know.
Even if God made Himself indisputably known
then my concern would not be whether He exists
rather if I should obey His commandments.
I rebuke God
in the name of mankind.
Us versus you,
truth versus fiction.
In this holy war
I've committed deicide
and left you to carry...
the burden of proof.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 7:01 PM UTC
If you are convinced that we are sojourners,
assert sovereignty.
He is The Lord so commit a first-degree felony:
Subvert The Judicial Government,
incur capital punishment.
Feels like you're lukewarm.
Summon a martyr.
If you are confident that we are terrestrial,
assert righteousness.
Nothing is Sacred so commit a grave sin.
Blaspheme The Holy Spirit,
incur divine retribution.
Feels like you're tepid.
Summon a wise man.
In the seas of uncertainty
you’ve become one with the waves of doubt.
Your vernacular is esoteric and quite profound
yet we don't get it.
By clear and gushing refreshment
we are quenched.
You're neither hot nor cold
so we ***** you out of our mouths;
you're no longer worth talking about.
You're childish and child-like.
Mature. Adults are occupied.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
Your pulpit rests on an ornate altar;
your glamorous stage of trickery.
You conduct a masquerade.
You are the impostor.
You illustrate 'a better way to live'
behind closed doors.
You always reach inside only to pull out
what wasn’t there before.
You are the illusionist.
You liar, you liar, you aren’t a medium.
You’re just crafty with syntax.
You liar, you liar, you aren’t a prophet.
You are the charlatan.
It is easy to disguise witty sly as fact
when you shout so loud
there’s never talking back.
You deceive worse than 'the enemy'.
You are the predator; you are the beast.
You don’t care, you want them in despair
to keep them coming to your lair.
You babble and roar in a foreign tongue,
breathing into their lungs
Preaching, always breathing,
seething hymns of false hope into the young.
Fasting; they're just starving,
more misery for the smug.
You are the leader of the cult.
You built your fortress from their tithes.
I am the illuminator
shining light on your darkest lies.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 6:55 PM UTC
Must you be intimidated to do what’s right?
Walk by faith, not by sight.
Is that a ghost?
Do you not know your conscience?
I see the despair in your eyes.
Assumptions are for the ignorant
so seek insight.
Nothing is possible when you make believe,
you can't make me believe your false reality.
Nothing is possible when you make believe,
you can't make me believe your false reality.
Nothing is possible when you make believe,
you can't make me believe your false reality.
Nothing is possible when you make believe,
you can't make me believe your false reality.
I see the despair in your eyes
as you cherish words
that you don't even know.
May this be your salvation.
You know it all, deny everything.
You know-it-all,
Who are you to defy me?
You know it all, deny everything.
You know-it-all,
Who are you to defy me?
You play God,
no wonder you haven't found Him.
You play God.
Walk by faith, not by sight.
Is that a ghost?
Do you not know your conscience?
You know it all, you’re frustrated;
you know-it-all,
you're frustrated due to your arrogance.
I see the despair in your eyes.
Your time has come, we're going home.
Reach for the sky, we're almost there.
Reach for my reaching hand,
let's dismiss the premises.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 6:51 PM UTC
"There's no escaping,
my grace escapes me,
slips out from under
and creaks the floorboards,
this isn't me."
So you're the supervillain,
a figment amongst my existence.
I am a shape-shifter, I am infinite.
Beware the swarm of the world:
behold the juggernaut.
I laugh at the thought of your threat.
In the presence of temptation
we'll realize our conviction.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
Amidst the minds of those you victimize
at the mercy of my tongue;
my speech, your demise.
My limbs, an arsenal.
I could lift a finger
and you would never haunt again.
Fear me, figure in the darkness.
I am a shape-shifter, I am infinite.
Beware the swarm of the world:
behold the juggernaut.
I laugh at the thought of your threat.
You can't take me down.
Return to Earth.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 6:49 PM UTC
This garden reeks of suspicion.
These fruits leave a bad taste in my mouth.
I am the one they warned you about.
I speak forbidden wisdom.
I am the voice of reason.
I possess forbidden knowledge,
you cannot touch this
unless you stray from the plan.
Embark the fall of man.
The truth shall set you free.
Get off your mortal knees.
Manipulate the elements,
make our world bow.
We're all gods now.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 6:47 PM UTC
God; The Universe.
Forbidden Fruit; subjectivism.
Satan; arrogance.
Deceit; illusion.
Hell; chaos.
Spirit; conscience.
Tongues; intuition.
Christ; fellowship.
Antichrist; conspiracy.
Blood; family.
Sacrifice; ancestors.
Heaven; Earth.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 6:45 PM UTC
I have struck the imperceptible
with the hammer that shatters gods
Clarion’s Call
a warning flying out
splayed across the minds and bodies
shrouded in mysteries
shrouded in miseries
Bended knees folded hands
mumbling words from distant lands
about things they know not
because their gods required they forgot
Knowledge
Humanity
Serenity
It is a command
Grovel at my porcelain seat
As God rains down **** upon
Believers who are forgetters who are maggots digging in ****
Suckling on the *** of ignorance
Weighty was the hammer
It had everything I needed
Burnished surface
hard structure
consistency encumbered
Over and over
Again and Again
Struck I upon the corpse of the dead gods
building a resonation from within
Until, like all gods do…
they shattered screaming in their deaths
But the words came out as a whimper
about how we need them
We do not
The handle made from the finest grains
Stronger than steel
The head
The Mattock in all but form
Struck down all gods
with one simple word…
Aλήθεια...Truth
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC
i wish i could believe
the way that others do
without anger, without questions
without counting the dead or sick
as evidence.
between disbelief
something lingers
faith? desire?
the ache
the hope that i am wrong
but why would this all be created
a world so heavy
a mouthful of diamonds
and a pocketful of secrets
the patterns control my mind
those patterns take away my time
i wish i could believe
i wish i could believe
i wish i could believe
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 10:29 AM UTC
I was bullied
Im depressed
I cry myself to sleep at night hoping that one tear might burn a hole in my cheek
So ask me one more time why i wont believe in a benevolent god
When he clearly left me out
Like everyone else did
I tried praying
I read
I used logic
So tell me again why i dont believe in god
When he answered you
But pushed my mail aside like spam
I converted
I lived happily
I became humanist spiritualist
So ask me again why i dont believe in god
When im happier without him
When im still depressed but with hope
So ask me again to ‘find god’
When I wasn't the one who lost him
I escaped him
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 7:04 AM UTC
Faceless angels fall
You and I see
They scream and call
No god answers
They're bare
They're faceless
Only white hair
With creamy skin
They Glided
Or they ran
Grace is confided
Never in or out
They got thin
And start to slow
Did they sin?
Was death a punishment?
Death was the end
Or was it the start?
No matter what I send
You'll never see angels
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 11:11 PM UTC
We are nonbelievers
Our skin sparkles in that light
We glow from past mistakes
And trauma fuels our fight
Never speak of pain
Or wear a wound on our face
We're better than that, mature
Mentality-a constant race
Emotions are a betrayal
Hints of suffering in our eyes
Pain dusted across our face
Lives being woven through lies
I am a nonbeliever
And with that, I stand tall
But a part of me decays
Every time I see another angel fall
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 1:33 AM UTC
people have their god
and
people have their no god
but
neither has solid proof
nor
the definitive answer
only
what they truly believe in
and
they’re so sure of themselves
that
they’ll defend and protect their beliefs
if
any differences are shouted at them
and
they’ll hold and cradle their beliefs
tightly
like a security blanket
and
they’ll preach their beliefs
to
any pair of ears they come across
it’s
the never-ending game
straddling
the on-going centuries
if
you have god, go with god
and
if
you have nothing, go with nothing
just
leave me the hell out of it:
your beliefs
my beliefs
his beliefs
her beliefs
their beliefs
were never a certainty.
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 1:42 PM UTC
If
You
Do
Not
Believe
In
God
Ergo
Jesus
Than
WHY
Do
You
Participate
Celebrate
Religious
Holidays
Christmas
And
Easter?
Ulterior
Motives?
To Get
Gifts. Free
Stuff
My poem resembles
The Question Mark ?
I called this Word Art
While some people have indicated it can be distracting. I like the challenge of completing the picture.
Inspired song
1) Tell Me Why
The Backstreet Boys 1999
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 1:14 AM UTC
Fall on your own sword;
If you must die
Do it on a hill
On which you shall be revived.
From where at its summit & base
A well should spring
Of water which you may both wade,
Clean enough to be drank.
By both, either side,
Whether Abrahamic or Pagan
Both religious & spiritual.
By whatever side walked
Around the waterhole,
No matter the kind of animal.
Any coast situated near the ocean,
Any forest covered with trees,
Any open & vacant clearing.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 7:44 PM UTC
Why do I fear what is near
Tears through our rain
Count down every year
Why do we yearn for our dear
To hear a call as we fall
As l ascend to heaven you are here
When I make my bed you are here
The ten command
That were too harsh for man
Why must you demand
Perfect holy land
Once as hopeless as Lilith
Did I not know my limit
Enlighten me in my consciousness
Ground me in the presence
Allure my affluence
For my third eye left me with such penury
Grant me mercy
For my surface mind gave me spiritual insight
From the root to my crown
Do not let me drown
In pits that are lit
Why must I question what ill see
Beauty isn't something we fear
Temptation is clear in the deception
Our guardians are indescribable
Our wrongs will be held liable
What if I turn over the bible
Will you bury me in my affidavit
For there is good in my intuitive belief
I never guess what time will read
I never question what is beneath
A God that we have yet seen
I never question life within my eyes
Our time will come with such delirious demise
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 1:49 AM UTC