The Paraffin One

2014-11-04 12:00 am

This following poem addresses my peers:
Clearly this year was reminiscent of past,
In fact that nothing of value was cheered.
Clearly this problem of chance is too vast,
To ascertain we need a compass. 
None is available, so we fail by chance,
Not lack of ingenuity to justify trespass,
Nor the hypocrisy interacting with fans,
No, some invisible god blocks our path;
Impossible to pass, without empathy,
Untold giants rest among the math, 
Turtles are shells, medicine is homeopathy.
In regards to that, please take care.
Next years forecast gives me quite a scare.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-08 12:00 am

A collection of words,
Is nothing but prose,
Until elementary lords,
Teach elementary oppose,
To sophist tradition,
Among kitchen women,
teaching poor renditions,
of the stereotypical even.
A collection of bones,
Is nothing but,
Sophists label rock, and stones,
Confusion between causes rebut, 
Both deny their implied root,
Eventually becoming societies bigfoot.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-08 12:00 am

Depressed, never to make lasting impression.
A denizen of hope to never make the finish.
Yet gladly they have made no procession,
A gentleman leaves, not extincting the fish;
Yet, gladly the simple fish onward,
Unrealized is their colony of cowards,
No love and no goal worked toward,
Fools with lofty goals pulled Earthwards,
Nobody cheers as the people awe.
Nobody cares as the people stand jaw slack.
Nobody leers in care as they're not the law,
Nobody fares well, so they want old law back.

However the rulebook of old is lost.
Common sense now too far past is post.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-02 12:00 am

Upon the throne, no one will falter,
No deeper prose, nor dragon exalted.
Asia proceeds onward in laughter,
For the west has loans now defaulted.
Conceding mass fortune to misspent wealth,
Preferring concert above eating well,
Discoursing doctors say priority on health,
Referring to a disease that fell,
Not preventative well being.
Nor representative of the well read,
For mass appeal is just seeing.
The senses infinite within a small thread,
Only known to those rolling with laughter,
Callused so thick they survive the rapture.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-02 12:00 am

Apocalypse they prepped for never came,
For mother never even prepared for birth,
All, Among the leaves rot the same,
Yet none bother to even feed the earth.
For all that shoots becomes hostile,
Especially in the face of a newcomer;
Lowe the god that shoots the tile,
Bottle similar to that of his newborn.
Quoth the bottle: Leave my spirit,
No man burdened by free will,
Suppose the throttle is under skirt,
No man burnt will be free to chill.
Suppose we see our freedom filled,
Then who benchmarks freedom stilled?

The Paraffin One

2014-10-01 12:00 am

No glance, only mention of Descartes,
Reference is lost in the moment,
Youth culture stole musical art,
Changed preference to non-impotent.
Where is left for the lost artist?
No venue for the middle aged artisans,
So it seems in bed, as the allegorist,
All hurt for the chorus of musicians,
However bedrooms are the preferred court.
Aptly put nobody pays cash anymore,
And some end up overpaid in sport,
Wailing are the preferred poor,
However, nobody screams out of valor,
So everybody must scream out in squalor.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-01 12:00 am

Tragically the adolescence columbine,
Society takes blame for outlier.
Yet take no blame for the combine,
Priority is lost to class tier.
Yet they see no problem, all is well.
As long as one future desire's feces,
Vast open fields with enemies to fell,
Yet they see no problem in our species,
Masking an issue too virtuous to kill.
The children need guidance,
More knowledge and less grades.
For man is always capable of buoyance,
Only starting of poor knowledge in trades.

Perhaps they missed the lessons available,
Perhaps the guidelines made them incapable.

The Paraffin One

2014-09-25 12:00 am

Empty Silence tops a rattle of chain,
A whores horse then tries to evade.
To no avail, assailants fear no pain.
Those that must then ply their trade.
Grasping flail, to no avail legitimate,
For none is literate in God.
Often assumption made inconsiderate,
For law cares not if grass is sod.
That said, what lies here is often not.
Opinion tends to be but a clod tempest,
Consensus leaning toward an insane plot,
Mass opine religion of uneducated priest.

Green reds now shake with blue collars.
Only masons of insured welfare collard'.

The Paraffin One

2014-09-18 12:00 am

Classlessly the entire generation asks,
Perchance who is to breathe this air?
Perhaps they know not of gasses,
How easy they are to acquire, wherever.
Why not just call someone a thief?
Why not a liar, or simple cheat?
For selling someone a leaf,
Calling gold that found among peat.
Couldn't ignorance be but a plea?
With no common ground to stand,
Everything you see marketing fleas,
Ticks suddenly drop in market demand.
Concept, is a concept if you understand conception.
The epitome of tomorrow claim they never got the lesson.