Jack Scott

2016-02-14 12:00 am

The Sophist

2016-01-26 12:00 am

Languish and pine farcically.
Anguish behind bars I speaked. 
Sleep, breathe, and piss poetic imagery.
Retards stillborn incestuously, then beaten.
Death of a feeble pure breed, bleeding.
Derelict to think souls leave and vanish.
Remembrance lacking evilly.
Evanescence;
Drowning of a water lily.

Gord

2015-11-27 12:00 am

The pale light through red eyes,
Seen together as a final sundry.
Comely mirrors reflect their lies,
An everlasting world forever lacking,
Revenge exacted, love never lasting.
Metaphorically, a life placed in plaster.

Gord

2015-10-06 12:00 am

As tradgic as future sound.
Ground eventually hit tarmac,
Inverse of the ultimate,
Cut sleep,  Cut meat,
Cover rent, paid in freedoms.
Beyond bent metal is bent men,
Tragically beyond them the concept.
One has freedom in their hands. 

The Sophist

2015-08-04 12:00 am

A tale of two lovers,
Who just couldn't chat,
Agree on a child;
So they cut two in half.
Half of a heart and a torturous act.

Kicked kids who were down,
In the back of their knees,
While they lay on the ground,
Begging,
"Help, please",
Raising their funds as they cough and they wheeze.

A tale of two brothers,
A matter of fact,
Who know what they want,
So they plot and attract.
Mending their hearts from the acts of their dad.

Kicked kings who were thrown,
On their backs with an ease,
To be cursed to the town,
No longer pleased.
Wandering streets eating scraps of raw meat.

Until the two brothers,
One gaunt and one fat,
Built a global chalet.
The plan isn't bad;
Physically wait for aversion to pass.

Gord

2015-05-30 12:00 am

Arrogance not of the phallus,
but of action, and inaction.
Tinnitus not of the hole in the head,
Ringing caused by self-trepanation.
Few trepidation to remove my brain,
Truth was reviewed to be,
But against what could be,
That said with mind ironically elating,
I do enjoy a memory when masturbating.

Gord

2015-05-06 12:00 am

Voice
To explore the belly of the beast,
Is to die for what you believe in.

Countervoice:
Explore the mouth of a dog, 
Finding nothing, move on.
I implore a decision by partisan.

Voice:
As if I were to run ashore autistic,
Circumventing a sky of no direction,
Upon sunken ship of squalid condition.
I prepare for no blockade partition, 
No handkerchief can adopt misdirection,
So no thief can hold a cloth of gold.

Countervoice:
Mention again of the god-dog.
Who sits at the feet of us all.
Sub servant religious dogma,
Poverty being stomping ground,
If man is to answer a challenge,
Who is to call him down?

Gord

2015-03-31 12:00 am

Belief being atheistic,
Aesthetics being belief; 
Invention of already dead,
Death of the intervention.
Intention lost, deemed release;
Life of ironically bloody guise,
Procession of the mighty parapets.
Discussion of the high architect,
Feminism of the mind, body high.

Gord

2015-02-09 12:00 am

Voice 1:
I may ask a question of nonsense,
However I ask not philosophical,
Practically, cannot we heed,
We merely speculate, sight unseen.
Anointing of the dyke absurd,
Fools searching to search of,
What poignancy is a question like,
What is strife?
Why not question, what is life?

Voice 3:
Life is currency of an institution,
When I speak loud of retribution.
We both die upon our war machine,
Apropos closure for those supine.
Solution besting additional convolution.

Voice 1:
Passing stars dull with light,
So perhaps all fate is forever finite.
And all twilight is then n'everlasting,
Caste chaste over trivial happening,
Casting themselves of classical tragedy,
Without squalor or clothes raggedy,
Hip stores looking to rewrite history.

Voice 3:
True, but I see no god protector.
Contractors of the holy body,
They are probably of nobody.
Villains to die of destiny,
Enemy of the true spectacular.
Enemy not just of the vernacular,
Binoculars or arbitrator.
An enemy alike to a Reich betrayer.

Aharon Yosef

2014-10-05 12:00 am

Soul filling everything,
You emerge from all,
Thus filling my soul.

Earth is mine mazily,
Will you leave me here, dying?
Between the shallows and the sky.

Nights gallop passing me,
Birds peck out the stars,
Thus we fall so far apart.

Crystal moon, it waits in peace,
Softly as mine eyes take autumn,
No crystal flakes that taste the breeze,
No barcarolle to be sung solemn,

Casting nets emphatically,
Thrashed by your oceanic eyes,
Thus reprising my demise.

I create when I embosom keys,
Muster up thoughts I pull from,
Throwing mine out to the wind,
Zephyrus mine soul in tandem.

Soul filling everything,
You emerge from all,
Thus tearing me apart.

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

2014-10-01 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 Sophist

2014-09-25 12:00 am

Decay and the rifle alone. Censored by Gods as 
cold winter snow passes men stuck in glop as 
it blows. Who knows? What the fuck does a soul 
call a home? Accepting ideals without gloves 
being shown. Refuting belief but still knowing 
that something transcends all of time, space, 
math, and the know-how. Gloating but feeling 
in pain for lost souls turned wayward, 
corrupt, or depraved by the fallout.

Take it in, as it turns out, by talking in 
strides with the crowds. Softly speak glop 
when it counts. Slowly speak up, and never 
speak out.

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.

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.

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.

Gord

2014-08-21 12:00 am

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.