Various Heresies 7

Pagans Protest the Intolerance of Christianity by Michael R. Burch “We have a common sky.” — Quintus Aurelius Symmachus We had a common sky before the Christians came. We thought there might be gods but did not know their names. The common stars above us? They winked, and would not tell. Yet now our fellow mortals claim our questions merit hell! The cause of our damnation? They claim they’ve seen the LIGHT ... but still the stars wink down at us, as wiser beings might. Well, Almost by Michael R. Burch All Christians say “Never again!” to the inhumanity of men except when the object of phlegm is a Palestinian. O, My Redeeming Angel by Michael R. Burch O my Redeeming Angel, after we have fought till death (and soon the night is done)... then let us rest awhile, await the sun, and let us put aside all enmity. I might have been the “victor”—who can tell?— so many wounds abound. All out of joint, my groin, my thigh... and nothing to anoint but sunsplit, shattered stone, as pillars hell. Light, easy flight to heaven, Your return! How hard, how dark, this path I, limping, walk. I only ask Your blessing; no more talk! Withhold Your name, and yet my ears still burn and so my heart. You asked me, to my shame: for Jacob—trickster, shyster, sham—’s my name. To Know You as Mary by Michael R. Burch To know you as Mary, when you spoke her name and her world was never the same... beside the still tomb where the spring roses bloom. O, then I would laugh and be glad that I came, never minding the chill, the disconsolate rain... beside the still tomb where the spring roses bloom. I might not think this earth the sharp focus of pain if I heard you exclaim— beside the still tomb where the spring roses bloom my most unexpected, unwarranted name! But you never spoke. Explain? ur-gent by Michael R. Burch if u would be a good father to us all, revoke the Curse, extract the Gall; but if the abuse continues, look within into ur Mindless Soulless Emptiness Grim, & admit ur sin, heartless jehovah, slayer of widows and orphans... quick, begin! Bible libel by Michael R. Burch ur savior’s a cad —he’s as bad as his dad— according to your strange Bible. demanding belief or he’ll bring u to grief? he’s worse than his horn-sprouting rival! was the man ever good before made a “god”? if so, half your Bible is libel! stock-home sin-drone by Michael R. Burch ur GAUD created this hellish earth; thus u FANTAsize heaven (an escape from rebirth). ur GUAD is a monster, butt ur RELIGION lied and called u his frankensteinian bride! now, like so many others cruelly abused, u look for salve-a-shun to the AUTHOR of ur pain’s selfish creation. cons preach the “TRUE GOSPEL” and proudly shout it, but if ur GAUD were good he would have to doubt it. un-i-verse-all love by Michael R. Burch there is a Gaud, it’s true! and furthermore, tHeSh(e)It loves u! unfortunately the He Sh(e) It ,even more adorably, loves cancer, aids and leprosy. what the “Chosen Few” really pray for by Michael R. Burch We are ready to be robed in light, angel-bright despite Our intolerance; ready to enter Heaven and never return (dark, this sojourn); ready to worse-ship any gaud able to deliver Us from this flawed existence; We pray with the persistence of actual saints to be delivered from all earthly constraints: just kiss each uplifted Face with lips of gentlest grace, cooing the sweetest harmonies while brutally crushing Our enemies! ah-Men! wild wild west-east-north-south-up-down by Michael R. Burch each day it resumes—the great struggle for survival. the fiercer and more perilous the wrath, the wilder and wickeder the weaponry, the better the daily odds (just don’t bet on the long term, or revival). so ur luvable Gaud decreed, Theo-retically, if indeed He exists as ur Bible insists— the Wildest and the Wickedest of all with the brightest of creatures in thrall (unless u somehow got that bleary Theo-ry wrong too). Note to a Chick on a Religious Kick by Michael R. Burch Daisy, when you smile, my life gets sunny; you make me want to spend my damned money; but honey, you can be a bit...um...hazy, perhaps mentally lazy?, okay, downright crazy, praying to the Easter Bunny! lust! by michael r. burch i was only a child in a world dark and wild seeking affection in eyes mild and in all my bright dreams sweet love shimmered, beguiled... but the black-robed Priest who called me the least of all god’s creation then spoke for the Beast: He called my great passion a thing base, defiled! He condemned me to hell, the foul Ne’er-Do-Well, for the sake of the copper His Pig-Snout could smell in the purse of my mother, “the whore jezebel.” my sweet passions condemned by degenerate men? and she so devout she exclaimed, “yay, aye-men!”... together we learned why Religion is hell.  A coming day by Michael R. Burch There will be a day, a day when the lightning strikes from a rainbowed mist when it will be too late, too late for me to say that I found your faith unblessed. There will be a day, a day when the storm clouds gather, ominous, when it will be too late, too late to put away this darkness that came between us. Hellbound by Michael R. Burch Mother, it’s dark and you never did love me because you put Yahweh and Yeshu above me. Did they ever love you or cling to you? No. Now Mother, it’s cold and I fear for my soul. Mother, they say you will leave me and go to some distant “heaven” I never shall know. If that’s your choice, you made it. Not me. You brought me to life; will you nail me to the tree? Christ! Mother, they say God condemned me to hell. If the Devil’s your God then farewell, farewell! Or if there is Love in some other dimension, let’s reconcile there and forget such cruel detention. Keywords/Tags: god, Jesus, Christ, Christian, Bible, atheist, faith, blasphemy, heresy, heresies, heretic, heretic, heretical Published as the collection "Various Heresies 7"