The Sophist

2014-05-28 12:00 am

From dying lips was told,
A tale of winters melting wax,
Turning summers cold.
Stranger tales we will betell,
I'm sure,
Stranger sights we will behold.
Forever we will speak the truth,
Except regarding days of yore.

The Sophist

2014-03-10 12:00 am

My God that dumb-wrecked bitch;
The meaning of a hoe;
She tries perforce for her forget;
Her thrice exclaiming "no".

Her lips are chapped and rapid;
Face smooth and mar'ble;
Her mind a vapid wasteland;
Of her words unknow'ble.

Her bod' a sun-soaked beach;
By fear of under toe;
She tries perforce for my forget;
But hers I can not, no.

And thus some minutes pass,
And thus some minutes pass thereafter,
Pissing in my pants,
Dying forth in crippling laughter.

The Sophist

2014-03-07 12:00 am

A life pre-mortem;
Death of The Sophist that is;
Dying of boredom.
Deaf ears of the Quietude;
Hear tunes but abhor dem.
Good, there's more for 'em;
In a song they can hate through,
Than the femme de la femmes.
De la silence we dance to;
Scrotal Tongue's creme de la creme;
An online forum.

Gord

2014-03-01 12:00 am

The wheels of progress stand idle;
Men stand idly by while smiling;
Politicians planning kingships while
Kings devising the downfall of the talking;

My wheels fly dragging the ground behind them;
Idle hands will be chopped off desires;
Deny this and fate is brought to the light while dying;

Crying relatives will not rebut the sounds of the choir;
Desires are heard, disregarded and bound to the sire;