The Sophist

2014-06-25 12:00 am

It all seems fine, but in the contents of Hell,
In the contents of Hell we find ourselves,
In these confines, context reveals,
It all seems fine, take no notice of flaming steel.
False conflicts too real, long to be alone teenaged.
Reconciliation unreal, plans set and are sealed locked.
Fools say both true and false can be nice,
Consistent and lacking of.

Gord

2014-06-25 12:00 am

It gets better, not in the context of health, 
In the context of health we need some help.
In this complex, contents are sealed. 
It gets better, complicated of locks of steel
Cause continents to kneel, or to be a lone teammate.
Re-invigoration repeal, cancelled and revealed false.
Truth of anything else would be nice,
Instead of the lack thereof.

Gord

2014-06-24 12:00 am

Founded in response to clamor,
A missive written by cowards.
I found it couldn't be read aloud,
Without the sound of laughter.
I also found it dismissive,
Critical issues are clear.
An attack on my character,
Expound from the rear.
I respond with kisses,
The critical issue is context.
So it appears, they fear progress.
They fear a progression of issues,
So it appears, they clearly want this.

The Sophist

2014-06-24 12:00 am

They told me to love not,
Or so the way it seems,
Now everyone loves but me,
Critics embraced, 
Mystics fought,
Sweet love to never be,
A conversation over tea,
Medusian eyes stoned, 
My forearms to my knees,
Huddled, statued, 'splayed in local park,
Monument to those cold and alone,
Monument of a man without a heart.

Gord

2014-06-20 12:00 am

Truant of answers they ask questions.
How dare you darken a world?
How can you blacken a pearl?
Life lessons and cheap metaphors.
By having sex with your girl,
After her father finished with her.

The Sophist

2014-06-19 12:00 am

Oy Vey,
A Mogwai of a brain,
Nibbled after midnight,
Now unable to maintain.

They say,
We can move to Hogewey,
We can spend time doing nothing,
We can piss away our days.

The Sophist

2014-06-18 12:00 am

Abeyant for the fall of man,
Obeyant utilitarian,
To be killed by robot tanks,
Brought to life and killed again.

To turn the world into a sun,
Instead I'll long to own the moon,
No muse but she, the only one,
Her darkness tears my skin of gloom.

Bottled pride,
A drunk misuse,
Beauty whore'd out to the masses,
All could be in bliss without,
Fragile multitudes,
No doubt, 
My love is better glass-less.

The Sophist

2014-06-17 12:00 am

Youth dreamed a smiling father, 
Age and wisdom despise it,
Youth aimed at trying faltered, 
Where misfortune is a muse, 
Poor ol' fortune is abused.

Handed off and thrown away,
Opulence burnt dead thrones,
Meaning in our days are found,
Amongst marginalia on headstones.

Gord

2014-06-16 12:00 am

Those with arsenic bedfellows, exposed.
Due to the TV show they gained exposure.
Closure to a chapter of chaos and rapture.
Posturing to a new hope, classically,
In hope that he masters poseur culture²;
How dramatically he captures folk,
Beards sip wine in¹ balcony of their brother.
It's the framework of laughter;
Silently I laugh as they excuse them both³,
Rendering their will less valid, excusing oath;
Adopting a framework of passtimes,
Instead of finding, lying among those guilty,
Chastising the filthy for soiled torn clothing.
Discarding carelessly the heart of an oak,
Instead of seeding they favour blind hope;
Sans man, would the trees still grow?
Forlorn will animals flourish?
The hands of man conceive the future, though,
Often he lacks the means to nourish.
The man will scream of price of grain, though,
Often he just lacks the means for omnipotence.

Footnotes:
1. latin for 'on the'
2. i.e. hipsters
3. unnecessary explanations given

The Sophist

2014-06-13 12:00 am

All life delenda est¹,
Heterogeneous minds develop post-deletion,
War, Children, it's just a shot away,
Rape; a murderous arrest.
All life lived best,
Mental quest yearning soul completion.
War, Children, it's just a shot away,
This is only a test.

Footnotes:
1. delenda est latin for 'to be destroyed'.

Gord

2014-06-13 12:00 am

I hear them cat-calling: amateur poet;
I see that we have auteurs present.
Thank you for your enjoyment.
Please come again to show.

You all know so god damn much of artistic integrity.

Gord

2014-06-11 12:00 am

I dander,
To her I cling tightly,
In her I find me.
In me she finds her;
So clothesline or a ligature,
Is just a state of mind being.
At least, that's what I'm seeing;

So I pander,
I find the back end of a hand,
Which leaves me more filled with anger.
Yet everyday I manage.

Until I found out the sun is dangled,
So perhaps too, the moon is dangled,
Leaving me in anger.
My love in the clutches of another,
My whole life fandangled;

The Sophist

2014-06-10 12:00 am

As acumen abjects, 
Objectors expect to see;
Families dissecting tragically,
A death in the humanities,
Favor to the selfless vanities,
That favor self-indulged reality,
Unfavoring the human breed,
With all due respect,
I don' respect the scene,
I don' spect to pass unseen,
By turning 'round in leave,
I'll levitate with ease,
Every package needing fleet,
Sans rest sleeping on my feet,
Life absurd in retrospect.

The Sophist

2014-06-04 12:00 am

A worldview bittersweet,
Sweet world viewed bitterly,
Reigning trembling defeat,
Bare-feet rambling d'street.

EQ

2014-06-03 12:00 am

Statement to what. 
State What. 
I am not guilty of the charge of capital murder. 
Steal me and my family's money. 
My truth will always be my truth. 
There is no kin and no friend; 
No fear what you do to me. 
No kin to you undertaker. 
Murderer. 
Go to hell. 
Get my money. 
Give me my rights. 
Give me my rights. 
Give me my rights. 
Give me my life back.

The Sophist

2014-05-29 12:00 am

For you my love, 
A katana and five white chrysanthemums. 
The highest honor in a land of comfort women;
Bukakke warrior yellow cabs.
For you my love,
Crazed stalker and a madman,
Advance radionics will make you love me too.
Or see how I love you,
For you my love,
Peacefulness,
Awareness,
All of this was made and arranged,
For you my love,
Tiffany

Gord

2014-05-29 12:00 am

The rates remain,
In fact,
Let the rape remain,
In tact.
A Genghis plan,
No time for mathematics,
The Queen's virginity remains intact.
The people's impassivity remains fact.
Humanity needs a savior,
The mimicry drains that.
A finality,
For in the end, in synchronicity,
Invincibly the choir sings.
However dismissively,
Lyrically they sing lit matches.
For historically we lived like bastards.

The Sophist

2014-05-28 12:00 am

From dying lips was told,
A tale of winters melting wax,
Turning summers cold.
Stranger tales we will betell,
I'm sure,
Stranger sights we will behold.
Forever we will speak the truth,
Except regarding days of yore.