The Sophist

2014-04-10 12:00 am

It's not easy being green.
It's not easy helping people make their own disease.
My name is Unimportant; 
I carry scopolamine flowers,
And I pay nothing for it.
My name?
I'm Confused;
I carry scopolamine flowers giving greetings profound.
Playing God of the hour,
Fleeting bodies abound.
Falter and fumble and fall to the ground;
Witnessing light of a paradise found.
Leading the blind,
With my feeble eyes,
Misplaced moral outrage,
Attempts to rewind.
To see druidic days,
Where there's bodies unfounded.
Peat bogs set ablaze,
Simple murders unsounded,
Lacking cause,
Mental haze killing thousands,
Our future disgraced,
Pelves smashed and heads pounded.

The Sophist

2014-04-09 12:00 am

First Epoch

Remaining austere,
Regaining sophistication,
Antonio tore us,
Your all-known creation,
Teaching the Sophist the true contemplation.

Second Epoch

Antonio Torres in poor destitution,
For the music they play is pure prostitution,
Well-tempered lyres swelling vast elocution,
Conception of torrents of great contribution.

Gord

2014-04-09 12:00 am

A moonlit night,
The perfect time,
To play my guitar,
While my mirror shines.
Wholesomely,
I build my melody,
I win my fight.
A shooting star!
I play for her heart,
Still I find no departure,
I still long for my woman.
To die beside her.

Gord

2014-04-09 12:00 am

No head of lettuce larger,
Plus no trade embargo.
No policia to stop us, bro.

The Sophist

2014-04-07 12:00 am

Did you call me a faggot?
No, I called you a bigot,
But you probably eat shit,
You big faggot, admit it.

The Sophist

2014-04-06 12:00 am

Now I'm alone,
My plans fall through my hands,
My plans falter my plans,
Ditch-dogging philosophers,
Diurnal bemoan,
Unified spirit,
Plods as it tries,
Not to grovel and heave,
Unable to die,
Hand firmly on heart,
Swear tell not a lie,
Humankind curses nix,
Shant invention decry,
For those who know me,
Easy going guy,
Steed Spearhorse,
A nobody,
Unable to kill a man,
With no body.
Triangles illuminating,
Intercepting, dissecting,
Emanating, reflecting.
Nervously wrecked,
Fuck-up of the hoi polloi,
A boy torn from life,
Tearing back at the tears,
Falling drunken sufficed,
Your plans fall in your hands,
Your plans are your plans,
You fall alone,
Your all alone,
And I'm Alone,
To Die Alone.

Gord

2014-04-04 12:00 am

Wait Waist!
Stay in Place!
I should've eaten more at subway.
I aimed at abstaining, dammit.

Gord

2014-04-03 12:00 am

I find fault at the way we speak.
Common practice happens to be harmful.
Why not cause change?
Because It's not change you seek.
You seek far less than mediocrity;
Practice harder and ply a trade,
Realize what it is to carry an armful;
I find fault at the way kids speak;
The common practices, owning Iphones.
Of their needing to cause change.
Of standing and telling me I'm the cynic.
Standing with less skill than Dionysus;
The propaganda industry only has 50 years;
No readable peer review, judges or pundits.
Industry fooling people into contributions.
No revolution, strictly opaque movement.
True knowledge occult only by emotion elicited.
We just don't need a German Nazi Party revisit.

Gord

2014-04-03 12:00 am

I have Rob Ford exposure;
I have Rob Ford composure;
I write mockeries in prose,
Which are meant to be poetically modest.
But I end up stuffing them in mailboxes,
Lighting them afire in a drunken stupor.

The Sophist

2014-04-01 12:00 am

BGEA,
Time to bash on gays,
Time to bash on Asian food,
Don't just bash to haze.
Bash some fucking heads in too,
Bash some fucking brains,
Bashing all the lunatics,
I'll bash them all insane,
I'm bashful in my private life,
Bashing costumes in the gaze,
Bashed my own head full of dreams,
Abashed, I bashed them all away.

The Sophist

2014-03-31 12:00 am

First they flew planes into towers of freedom,
Now they fly planes to Diego Garcia.

The Sophist

2014-03-31 12:00 am

Sit back and listen as appassionata plays,
Something fires from a musical regatta,
Emotion lingers on for days.

Simple sounds service not his fingers,
All basic math retold and forgot,
Something more than strings and levers.
Some more than Beet and Bach.

Gord

2014-03-27 12:00 am

Sandwiches,
I lack the dishes to cook, so,
Bun, Mustard, Mayo,
Ham, Cheese, Bun, on a plate.
Here what I'm saying?

Gord

2014-03-27 12:00 am

I ate a bunch of bananas,
Then these cops rolled up, 
I swallowed a fuckton of cannabis,
Rode off on my bike and threw up.
Nobody can catch me; I'm too smart.
Puke nugs in a bags stroll off...
Into the dark; Start running quick.
Realize I've forgotten the bike:
What a dilemma I've caused.
Especially now I'm hungry as fuck,
I have another bunch of bananas at home, but,
Is the bike worth my time?
Or is it quicker to run?

Gord

2014-03-26 12:00 am

Wagonwheels, they do appeal,
My stomach reveals lessons.
Six is my limit.
I should not eat a seventh.

The Sophist

2014-03-25 12:00 am

Dammit, why?
Scenes go by when hips moved side by side,
Striding by wayside before waving good-bye,
Parallel shutting her eyes;
My shoulders shudder when boats pass me by.
Before air was too dry,
Before I was too late to try,
To crack a smile to the heavens wry,
Asking why.
Dammit, why?

Gord

2014-03-25 12:00 am

I don't care anymore;
If my wife carried a baby,
It would be a whore,
Pushing a whore out of her,
I'm an amateur poet.

Aharon Yosef

2014-03-25 12:00 am

The Lord,
Change not the world,
nor plans forget regard,
Ground shifts beneath multibillion,
Your God.