Best Heretics Poems


Premium Member Homeland Heretics - Part One

A world was created where every individual believed that being represented
was essential as religions require symbols 
to be interpreted by the ordained,
meaning of things provided for us like fertilizer on furrowed fields,
law & tax codes, medical knowledge, emotional expressions governed by consensus,
a democracy of dellusions,
dissent is dangerous and humility heroic,
where surrender preserves and patriotism perverts,
clowns kings and criminals having wings,

Medeval Christianity mastered markmanship of community authority seizing 
the sugar of inventive intuition,
terrorizing the truth of personal experience,
thrones were tailored temptations, temples entrapments of greater mystery,
cathedrals collossal contraptions for centralizing consciousness, books burned,
jewels for fools & the fooled manackled to the alter of passivity,
masses being timid tools concentrating their energies on empire expansion,
exiled from ego,
crusades to crush criticism, a monopoly of memory
and torture the text of theocracy,
Cathars killed for lessons become occult,
unlawful cognizance of God within,

authority addicts abandoning their oaths to protect people,
subjects countrymen become,
being pledges & collateral for debts incurred for imperial improvidence,
babies of the masses transformed into bankers' bounty via certificates,
maturing securities on malignant markets of merchantile magic,
digital slave trade,
self governance gainsaid as being a primitive pathology,
a symptom of paranoia or maybe xenophobia,
personally voting on taxation, education and wars apostacy,

J.A.B.

Premium Member Homeland Heretics - Part Two

The new millenia has delivered a genesis 
of global corporate government, 
a religion of salvation through submission to the State,
politicians as priest, as pest,
collection plates around every corner,
confession rooms in community centers, communion with false currency,
tax code as Bible, Commander in Chief as Christ,

the man or woman arousing their neighbor's suspicion that private property
is being stealthily seized,
that sovereignty is not just for nations but for individuals,
vigilantes of enlightenment engaged in martyrdom to be their own,
not strawman accounts,
contending to keep their wages, defending "Due Process" with dignity,
these frontiersmen of freedom pouncing on the pall
of political sorcery,
being met with scorn & scoff
not by officers and officials
but from the bellows of fellows -

J.A.B.

Premium Member The Prophecy of Heretics

The heretics who walk in the day,
Hiding behind a mask smiling,
With an evil face knowing,
Of what is yet to come.
We are all rats in a maze,
Looking for a way out.
We cannot make out any sense,
Of these ideas they have.
This strange phenomenon is a curse.
The Earth swallows up the Moon.
No light, no truth, no reality,
As if in a dream where we all hostages,
At their mercy thinking they,
Will hide the light from our eyes.
But the moon is our guide,
Which has been ripped from our existence.
We pray to the gods for intervention,
Then the moon hears our prayers,
That there is an inner war,
Between the earth and moon.
Angels begin to emerge giving,
Light over evil once again.


Premium Member A Heretics Homily

What brings you here?
LOVE.  HATE.  FEAR
of life - death
or the interim?

Do you wish to pray?
Together
             Six        feet       apart

What sign of peace will we offer?
A condescendingly humble glare?
A wink and a nod?
A get a load of this snicker?

Shall we rejoice
        in the blessings of
                  -the passing pestilence
                  -the rising tide of violence
                                                       - in the name of peace?

Shall we dine
         On the body and blood
                    Of a forgotten savior
                       
Twist his words
        around a crooked cross
                 point at the sinners
                           shun the homeless
                                         doubt the efficacy of his truth

LEAVE HERE --  NOW
                               Speak not of what was said

Rather. -----reflect
                          ON and IN
                                         ......your heart

As it hardens against
                               .........LOVE


John G. Lawless
6/7/2020

Premium Member Argue or Shoot

In old Europe, heretics were burned at the stake,
For having wrong opinions was a fatal mistake.
And in some countries, blasphemers aren't free,
You can't go against the sacred, whatever it may be.

Young Nazis with armbands walked down a Vienna street
One pointed a gun; some would turn white as a sheet.
Karl Popper was interested in truth, but the point was moot
The Nazi told him "I don't argue, I shoot!"

(Chorus)
The radical falls into a hole and speeds down,
Positive feedback, interlocking lies can make his old self drown.
He comes out the other side, but not the same,
There’s no arguing anymore, he won't play that game.

Charlie Kirk believed in debate and said, "Prove me wrong."
But Tyler went down a rabbit hole, heard the wrong song.
He said Charlie was a "hater," but hate's where Tyler went,
He shot Charlie dead at a debate event.

Why should anyone argue? We all know we're right.
Your points are sacred; opponents must take flight.
Conservatives aren't fascists, but if you claim they are,
You start acting as a fascist, force becomes a guiding star.

In North Korea, the wrong idea is a lifelong stamp,
Free thinkers and their relatives end up in a work camp.
Criminals don't argue with their victims; reason isn't the goal.
Now self-righteous youth are taking that role.

It doesn't look good for Generation Z,
Many believe ideas that won't let them be free.
The future of the globe may be a crimson tide
I hate to think what lies on the other side.

Premium Member Wall of Nonbelievers

Chandrasekhar dreamed of gravity's might
Black holes drawing in even light
Skeptics laughed and he couldn't win.
Even England turned its back on him.

Galileo cried, “Come, look, you’ll see!”
But his peers said, “you're tricking me!
Your glass is cursed; your stars aren’t true
You’ll cast a spell on us; we won’t look through.”

Goddard thought rockets could fly
They said, “The man’s a fool to try.”
They found out he was right when Nazi rockets came,
A hard way for London to learn his name.

Julius Mayer said energy was conserved.
Skeptics thought he had lots of nerve.
His paper was scorned, his name dismissed—
He was dramatically right, so he makes this list.

Wegener thought Africa fit the American coast
He thought once they were joined, but his theory was toast
Geologists called him nasty names
Even an open mind couldn't accept such claims.

The Wrights were “Lying Brothers,” so described
But those who saw their planes in action had not lied.
Finally the Wrights moved to Europe, an overnight sensation
And they sold airplanes to many a nation.

This raises questions of what we believe
How truth can be lost, and hard to retrieve
Reality too simplified, wrong barriers that we find
It's so important to keep an open mind.


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