I Be I Who Am It

Philosophical thoughts as to the factual identity of that anonymous author of Existence and Creation, and that without the diseased plague known as the God Factor ...

I Be I Who Am It

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Copyright © 2021 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

All Rights Reserved

Nasa's Wilkinson Microwave Anisotropy Probe 

Graph Of The Universe:  

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I

I be I who am It!

I exist,

though you deny

with questions of why,

of when, and what for?

Is there something else?

Isn't there more?

II

I have no head to scratch,

but I do wonder:

What more do you want

that you wouldn't plunder?

what debt, do I,

as I who am It,

owe to you?

III

You exist,

you have life,

and you think you think,

but have

another think coming.

IV

Your assumed significance,

your self assessed intelligence,

is more than slightly askew,

and is all about you.

Yet within existence,

within all of Existence,

you are microscopically minuscule.

V

Yet you seek me,

but not as It that is I,

and why is the reason of it,

but to complain and cry,

seek more to gain,

for your selfish self,

and you as Man alone?

VI

Tell me if you will:

Why should I who am It

honestly give a rat's a*s s**t?

VII

Dost thou imagine me

so small,

so laden with your own

insecurities of inferiority,

that I as It

would give diddly spit,

would find myself as It,

discomfited for lack of it?

VIII

Would I as It have a fit

if you failed to believe,

that I am It,

refused to worship,

me as It,

refused to obey me,

as It

as if, somehow,

I will cease to exist

as the It that I am

and all for the lack of it:

IX

Belief's worship of obedience

in prostration's groveling

of thinking I need it

or actually give a s**t

about matters

strictly Human,

and pitifully petty?

X

Do I who am It

stand at your door

as an attention seeking

Man w***e,

wanting more and more,

and more than more,

and what for?

XI

What do you possess

that I who am It

needs or requires

of my deeds of Creation

to address or admire?

XII

I am simply I who am It,

the Ultimate It,

whom you proclaim as Love

whilst the fact is

I, who am It, am above Love,

existing beyond any fathomed

Human concept of imagination.

XIII

For Love is your own

communal creation,

of couples and mating,

cities and cultures,

societies and nations,

lovingly butchering one another

in invasions declaration's proclamations

of doing so, so you say,

for the cause of attaining to Freedom's Liberty,

preservation of Motherland's Country,

and (here's the cackling coffer's punch line)

 -- as last resort of mind blinded inspiration --

for the sake of my, so called, Holy Name.

XIV

What makes you think

that I who am It

am, or would ever be,

that which you call HOLY?

In comparison to what?

Man and men with a plan

to rule over other men,

who've been madly had?

XV

Holiness is a concept that is purely

of Man's own impure contrivance,

in attainment's gain of supremacy

over those, considered by haughty

and snootiest uppity men,

as lesser and lower men,

denied esteem's honor of respect

and relegated to existences alongside

domesticated and placated animals,

as, mere, Human Sheeple-People Cattle¹.

XVI

Dare I, who am It, viciously proclaim

Mankind as a Humanity become

nothing more than Dumbed-Down²,

unthinking and desensitized,

romanticized for pleasures' eyes,

Intelligently Stupid³, Human Cattle?

XVII

Indeed I do, for I lack your fetish,

for ignorance, superstition, and religiosity.

Thus, I, who am It, do declare that Mankind

has, tragically, become no more than

Human Cattle, expressly fed and bred,

for the milking and shearing,

and for the harnessing to that plow

known as war after war in the name

of putting an end to War,

that only ends (always ends without lasting amends)

upon the bloody Butcher's killing floor?

XVIII

Holy f*****g S**t!

Such proclamations

are wholly your own invention's

delusionally deranged sensations

wholly and emphatically comprised

of your own schizophrenic concoctions

of outright lying to the masses of Mankind,

via nothing more than dumb a*s full of s**t,

Bullshit!

XIX

If I who am It

had ever thought to need

myself known or declared,

in any fashion, to Mankind

to choose myself a man,

to represent me as a certified,

no Bullshit, Prophet of It,

I would have given serious consideration

to that late, great, deceased man:

George Carlin!

XX

George Carlin⁴,

a bonafide Atheist

who did not believe

in me as I who am It,

and did not make up

tales of me as I who am It,

that are altogether untrue

and utter lies of men

as Man with a plan

to make a fast buck's profit

from Man's, slyly, slippery

grifter's⁵ pokes

to blind the very eyes

of all those who dare to simply ask

the whys of that Unholy Trinity

craftily manifested as

Taxes, Tithes, and Lies.

XXI

If I who am It had chosen to create

an Ultimate It Religion,

It would be The Religion of It,

It left alone to do that which It does

in simply being I who am It

who has created all of it

as that, one and only

Extant Catalyst Reactant

Ultimate Source Point Of Origin

Of All Existence,

who does operate and serve as

Creator of all that is and will ever be.

Yep! That's me, plain as can be.

Author of Creation, needs no prostration,

needs not a Goddamn thing from Man!

And owes to Man NOTHING,

not an inkling's zilch of zero's nada,

not an iota of diddly squat,

for what is, or what's not.

XXII

Man needs to understand:

I have no Divine Plan,

for as such are but the wiles of men

duping dumber men as Man.

XXIII

I, who am It, am a Creator,

an Artist, devoted to the Canvas,

and expanse, of all Existence,

and am not a micro-manipulating manager.

Neither am I, who am It, a Narcissist,

for such is the ego-maniacal mind

of men without peace of mind,

lest they rule and fool other men

as Mankind's Humanity: The Human Race.

XXIV

And what of CREATION?

CREATION set into being of existence,

within all Existence,

in Intelligent Design's perfect order,

seasoned well with a smidgen of utter Chaos

that shall never make a lick's sense

to the tiny and limited mind of Man,

which assumes that I have needs:

Needs to be believed in,

needs Man as a friend,

needs to be worshiped and obeyed,

needs to be loved and praised,

needs a relationship with things created,

simply to exist until they exist no more,

for no work of art exists forever,

or it would not be art whatsoever.

XXV

No ifs ands or buts (about it),

my Religion would be the Religion of It:

I who am It let be and set free from all responsibility,

for that which Man and Man alone

has done to f**k up his own world

fast on the way to extinguishing

his own existence,

of which there is only one,

and of I who am It giving another,

there is none,

as in no more fun under the sun

at my expense as I who am It,

should Man piss off

the one and only opportunity

his existence shall ever be provided

as that true master of his own fate

and future hope of living existence

as The Human Race.

(Written October 22^nd, 2021)

1 Sheeple-People Cattle -- Sheeple-People -- A word and term which I have expanded upon and find myself favoring in my attempt to communicate the all too factual reality that people tend to allow themselves--even seem to want-- to be led, watered, and fed, much like sheep, trusting others with decisions and truths regarding their lives, their futures, their welfare, and their safety, rather then shouldering up such responsibilities themselves as individuals, in finding and enjoying the comfort of numbers. The word sheeple was first coined by actress and Wall Street Journal writer, Barbara Anderson, in 1984.

2 Dumbed-Down -- transitive verb. : to lower the level of difficulty and the intellectual content of (something, such as a textbook) also : to lower the general level of intelligence in the dumbing down of society. Dumb down Definition & Meaning �" Merriam-Webster https://www.merriam-webster.com › dictionary › dumb ...

3 Intelligently Stupid -- a terminology of my own coining, creation, and contrivance

4 George Carlin: Religion Is Bullshit -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8r-e2NDSTuE

5 Grifter -- https://www.thefreedictionary.com/grifter

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Loved George Carlin and his idea of God...interviewing different people who would say things like "God is all powerful, he can throw a boat over a hedge.'
"And he knows everything, he knows what you think, he knows what you thought, he knows what you think you thought even before you thought it."
But yes, that supreme being...we make him in our own image, not his.
And he is a deity of convenience for so many who profess blind faith, but then treat others like
those Christians were treated with lions in the collesium...
Reading this poem, I am also reminded of the movie "Dogma"---
I was raised Catholic, so I could appreciate so much about that flick...and I can appreciate so much about this poem as well, Marvin.
j.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Jacob,

Thank you for reading and for appreciating that much/many of my so called poetic attempts are never intended to be sweetly beautiful but brutally, and down right f*****g frankly, right up in the faces of my readers, as sincere attempts to draw their attention to our common state of reality that is destined to become a common fatality of us all as Human Beings, unless we awaken from our Societally induced slumber as no more than mere animal numbers upon a fatality's page of those now lost to life in yesterday's rage of every f*****g day obituaries that none consider and which causes none to tarry, nor consider, or ponder the final outcome for all Human Kind, as we each move along as Sheeple-People Cattle amongst the throng of all that is f*****g sure wrong ... Dead Wrong ... And Dead Wrong, sadly, shall be be Man's final song ... And it shan't be long ... Sadly, it shan't … Because … We can't continue plodding along in this fashion … Stumbling along in this way that shall surely lead Humanity to utter dismay, come what will, come what may ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[Angus Ford]

I think the late Christopher Hitchens would have liked this Marve, an excellent thought provoking poem about the "it" and I agree man and man alone should be held accountable for this mess they've created. Being raised Catholic like Jacob, I suffered the dogma of religion and remember being strapped and slapped for not confirming to the powers that be in my school for not conforming. Yet those who dished out the beatings would pray every day of their pious lives to book a seat in heaven.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Thanks Angus, for reading and for the kind words, and also for turning me on to Christopher Hitchens a while back ... Since then, I have bought quite a number of Hitchens books ... Excellent reading ...!

[Angus Ford]

You're very welcome my friend, I really enjoyed it and I'm glad you enjoy Hitchen's books, great stuff

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Right now I am reading Hitchen's book, Why Orwell Matters ... Excellent s**t! ...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Marvin for sharing the amazing poetry. This is the type of poetry. You must read again. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Tate Morgan]

I differ to one much wiser than I.“The easy confidence with which i know another man's religion is folly teaches me to suspect that my own is also.” Mark Twain
We have to keep our God placated with prayers, and even then we are never sure of him -- how much higher and finer is the Indian's God......Our illogical God is all-powerful in name, but impotent in fact; the Great Spirit is not all-powerful, but does the very best he can for his injun and does it free of charge.
Mark Twain

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Your words are so very true and profound, Tate, and wise as well ... Thank you ...!

Marve

[cheyenne s garcia]

Great read my friend. Very thick and juicy. I enjoyed your writing. Nice!

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Thank you, Cheyenne ...

You might enjoy my poem, What They Fear The Most ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham