The Sophist
2014-08-28 12:00 am
My mother thought that being silent was smart. This is why I spent days in the dark, bed-crazed and my heart sobbing. I was ignorant of light blocked by goblins of my mind hoping to keep me trapped in the land of forgotten. Now I'm plodding; plotting my escape daily to find peace whopping, lock it with me in a coffin and die flopping; watching my life pass before my eyelids drop and my chest begins rocking. It's like trainspotting or going yachting; either way it's going to cost me, and either way I'm rotting. I like to believe this is my personality popping, but I also believe that everything I do's common. I'm not smart, I'm not witty, in wealth I'm not sopping. I'm not silent, and I pity the poor for their problems. I'm not here to cheat people or shit on their knowledge. Prithee a moment where people aren't thoughtless; prithee a moment to claim a few losses for a man who silent misfortune made solemn.
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The Sophist
2014-08-28 12:00 am
A generation mugging for the camera, Ban them, Have all their shows cancelled. Fight their right to put life at a stand still, Investing in communes of every-day shills, Pushing brands in their hands while they're dancing on pills, What have you to say if they're killing themselves? Porcelain dreams putting dirt in the well, Laptops so hot they deplete all their cells, I believe this is better than hell, A step above; Below everything else. I believe we can rise above self. Rather than die just help everyone else; Setting up systems to help after death. I'm reading from cues I'll admit. There's someone else there; He can't write; I can't think; I'm too dumb; He's too quick. A perfect man split. Think, think, I need another answer, Before this beauty becomes burden, An innovation longing for the grammar.
Gord
2014-08-28 12:00 am
How do we create such a melody? Such harmony of utter melancholy. How do we classify such insanity? Such discourtesy on our society. Such, bullets access and exit quickly. Thus is the mark of beasts. Thus a heart no longer beats. Almost lack of mention was lack of faith. Remembered and forgotten to become same. All lost the castles of old days, Only sandcastles remain standing, Reminder of temporary management, Of how well that pays. I depart to vent, Find myself post-traumatic, I start to mention, Find myself post-dramatic, I mark myself bent, Find myself post dragging. Hoping to move forward, Forgetting that lost in battle. I sigh, I realize that's not possible.
Gord
2014-08-28 12:00 am
No trills pursued are let out. No skilled musicians left around. No, I cannot live without, Nor can I live with, so how? So now no sow is milked, No free man is guilt'ed, So am I finally free to kill?
The Sophist
2014-08-27 12:00 am
What differs us; Introspectively we diminish complexities of our forms. This is why we have technologous inventions, Rearranging norms. We apply our new conventions, First to rich and then to poor, Not this our main intention, But complex enough for sure, To be the aim of this erection, Before we put it in a whore, Let's reflect on resurrection, It is you you're fighting for.
The Sophist
2014-08-27 12:00 am
To accompany a symphony of strings; Vibrant sounds for vibing kings; I play the timpani and you sing. This sitch just ain't our thing, We just don't have what they want us to bring.
Gord
2014-08-27 12:00 am
My hero lacks discourse, Decisions made lack loss. My hero lacks mustard, Dry bread lack lustre. Meat tastes like horse.
Gord
2014-08-26 12:00 am
Let god know I denounced. Have it be first word of mouth. So his command can cast doubt, Provide shelter, sans house. Let angels know I pray ascension, Prithee be the small good remaining, Ironically the faith of god wains, His couch no longer provides training, Only a paper trail of patronizing.
Aharon Yosef
2014-08-25 12:00 am
Silent time reveals, Beyond the winters passing, A light forever wanders, Yonder others dancing. Of nautica they sing, Navigating nothing, Fabric of all space and time, Dark as oceans lovely.
The Sophist
2014-08-25 12:00 am
If you're called queer, but you aren't a gay, If you rub beards with the same fag, Maybe my lips are cleft, Might be my lazy eye, My sexuality is wild. Pharrell: Come dirty it up! I take off all my clothes, Prepare for masturbation, Acting all casual, Prepare an invitation, Ask her for licks and spanks too, No, No, No, Don't want to rape her, No, No, No, Men satisfy my anger. That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl, Not genderphobic, But you wouldn't know it, I'm afraid to show it, But I want girls, But I let guys blast me, My face gets nasty, All covered in man skeet, I'm talking bad times. Not genderphobic, You wouldn't know it, I'm afraid to show it, But I want girls, But they won't grab me, If I do they slap me, Gave up and got past it, Pharrell: Come dirty it up! Why do I dream poor? My life never screams fun, I spend nights on YouPorn, Used to all this dick in my face, Somebody fuck me, Oh, oh, oh, Who wants to fuck me? Oh, oh, oh, Smoke dimes, Come fuck me. I take off all my clothes, Prepare for masturbation, Acting all casual, Prepare an invitation, Ask her for licks and spanks too, No, No, No, Don't want to rape her, No, No, No, Men satisfy my anger. That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl, Not homophobic, But a little bit dope sick, AIDs epidemic, Got me all butt hurt, On which sex I should marry, Not based on who loves me, I'm talking a party, I'm talking bad times, Not homophobic, But a little bit dope sick, Let's hope I don't get, Stuck without girls, Or without laughing, At a guy that's jacking, Me off in his panties. Pharrell: Come dirty it up!
The Sophist
2014-08-25 12:00 am
New day intrinsically. Prone intrinsic sleep, A world so strange, It mocks the sane, Or so it seems to be, As two arrange for three, Plan the day, Hours wane, So one can live in peace, Intrinsic wake so suddenly, Search for cables in a rage, Time is locked away. Twenty minutes after three, Moon falls soon from the trees, Longing for to stay, Now not time for play, I clean myself and peace, Work for eight or so at least, Bike home, Bus if there is rain, Smoke a bowl then meditate, One by one prepare the feast. Deranged I aim to vaguely please, People bitching in my face, Keeping up a steady pace, Intrinsically return to sleep, New days for eternity.
The Sophist
2014-08-21 12:00 am
A Letter For A Dumb Cunt; That Slut. Honk your horn and yell "fuck, Fuck, Shit, move on to the sidewalk" on Bayview Avenue. Suck my dick; Long deck is muscle power. Like that face covered muff. So Fuck you; Fuck your poon smeg also. Piss off back to hell; Take your jizz twat. Slut shoo. Make prey upon some four-some. Jism over your butt plug. Arse full like some wank show, You race to get face fucked, I glide as my bands flow, Fuck your dumb cunt shit, Bozo.
Gord
2014-08-21 12:00 am
No gain for loss, No pyrrhic victory, Due course. No force of sympathy, homeopathy, anthropology, from the horse. No, mostly poor choices. Voices ringing with phones dead. No voices in his head, Scream morality. of course. No soldier gains a victory. sans cost. None recognize the courage, of Hailey's comet. So the gunfire blazes onward. Amongst the slain, are the slain. Those who shoot have bullets same. My Deschamps is but modified Spinoza, Which I modify to fit in holster, As exactly as I imagined her, Far above a reasonable caliber. For a man who lacks resources, For as a woman he lacked chorus, Pestilence amongst the formal courtships.
Gord
2014-08-21 12:00 am
I can understand why your parents abused you but i still dont understand the molestation bit
Drunk on Stage and Punching other Girls
I innocently sat sidelined, While sidewinder missiles, Blackened and filled the sky. They saw no oversight. Then calamity, personnel, Call out and rome fell, The claim don't prose well. Well, I suppose they don't. But I never was no poet.
The Sophist
2014-08-20 12:00 am
Everyone is so depressed, Though no one likes a downer, As such casts frowns upon the Frowner, And thus becoming frowns themselves, Lusting after laughter, Mad and frown obsessed, Coat the world in spite of love or hate, Diethyl Ether, If I entertain the hatred one more hour, I may get a bullet in my chest. If I entertain my love for higher power, I may still get a bullet in my chest. Though no one likes a downer, I'll admit that I'm depressed, I wish I could be smart and know it all, But I'll confess; I'm not, and I don't. Thus I walk unto another test, Often times my thoughts are downers, This is why I acquiesce.
The Sophist
2014-08-20 12:00 am
Left-hand turn, Going 'round it widdershins, Seems absurd, If going 'round's done by a prince, Without a girl, A kingdom where two men are kings, Oh, what a world, Full of gay and shiny things, And yet we curl, And limit what we see in dreams, Oh, what a world, Fuck man and girl in sets of fours and threes, We're not worried, We'll get married to our companies, The fucks insured, All sure we're fucked contractually, All sure it's pure, Consummation makes the fuck complete, Seems absurd, You're raised so that your mind competes, Submit to words, Love for nothing, Twiddle your box; Accept defeat.
The Sophist
2014-08-20 12:00 am
All that follows may be cheap. A 'squito bite from a 'siah kiss No mas, this mass a mess, 'Spose we're 'spose to say we're bless', Well bless it ought to fess, A feeling for a million fools, Is wanton for a prince. Yet elegant amiss, Fools dancing on the Sun's drying lips, As though it were a tryst, Forcing Cosmos to a fit, Perhaps the sun is but a tool, Reflecting light, Projecting an abyss, Perhaps there's dimensions we can't see, We dream beyond 3D, Yet teach it in our school, Rest inside to silence screams, Our origins never will be seen, Although it would be cool, All that follows may be cheap.
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