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.

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?