Gord

2015-12-31 12:00 am

He asks why do all the good men die?
He watches her eyes as the tears well up,
and they both just cry.
Through the wristwatches he loses time,
Ignorant to buyer's market.
Ignorant to the sacred time,
To save the come ons for another line.

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.

The Sophist

2015-09-21 12:00 am

Three loveless dynasties divine.
Providence in sheep inside.
Bleeding,
'Treating to be blinded.
The Feigning Suicidals.

Three peasants covering their eyes,
Not displaying thoughts inside.
Blinded,
'Treating to be bleeding.
A hopeless heart reciting.

Bed made and three pillows aligned.
Love lost 'tween a bout and twine.
Meaning,
Ends of never starting,
Twelve sorrows between two hearts.

Twelve hearts;
Their grief imparting.

Twelve stars align to follow charts.
Cosmic games of skeet in the dark.
Teeming,
Conducted by the stars;
An opera of three parts.

The loveless damned to be confined,
Only singing chorus lines.
Finding love within their sources.
Slamming on their desks with sore fists.

Bed tossed and our feelings opined.
Love found 'tween a tackle and twine.
Value,
Still,
But still restarts,
Twelve griefs of an ardent heart.

Earnestly,
Your soul departing.

Bhat Naieem

2015-04-20 12:00 am

Whenever i open
My wallet
And have a glance
Of your angelic brow
I gaze and gaze
And keep gazing,

Floods rise
In my eyes
My heart overflows
Emotions and pain,
Deep inside, cold wind 
Of need and desire blows,

And the flashes
Of all past memories
Conquere
My mind,
And my emotions
flow thru my pen

So, I'm caging
The days
Of your gracefullness
And my heart 
In the immortal 
words of my poem 

And after centuries
While they
Read me
They will see
You Beatiful 
And young ,

For my heart 
And my 
Words 
Would never
Let you 
Grow grey

Bhat Naieem 
All Rights Reserved

The Sophist

2014-10-21 12:00 am

Et Alibi,
'Tween Taliban and I.
Weak tale of sufi giants,
Coat tailing limpid skies;
Dissatisfied.
Attacking at their eyes;
Weak blades of sikh tyrants,
Vacate unqualified,
To sanctify,
Those left just nearly blind,
Lost in wanton silence,
Dreaming of a guise,
Declassified,
A gentle lullaby,
Babies turned Goliath,
Simple story ramified.

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 Sophist

2014-09-05 12:00 am

Smoke-filled and yearning childhood friend,
Slowly insert the dagger again,
He's dead,
Never in my eyes,
Ever in my head,
A snake transforms to rope,
Burning at both ends.

The Sophist

2014-07-22 12:00 am

I hear a voice,
A voice that is screaming,
Words with no meaning,
From lips I can't lean to,
If I try.

By chance or by choice,
By passion or comfort,
One or one hundred,
Sounds you can run through,
In your mind.

If you give it a try,
You can accidentally bike out onto the road,
Get hit by a car,
You can get drunk and die,
Body falls on a button,
Makes the world explode,
It isn't that hard.
If you're not young or retarded.

Theseisms destroy,
All classical meaning,
Those labels you're dreaming,
I'm going to eschew them,
If you try.

Sit back and rejoice,
I'm not trying to free you,
Nor'm I trying feed you my truth,
View beauty in tandem,
Anytime.

Life isn't a crime,
Keep your mind on a lovely abode,
Eyes watching the north star,
You can get drunk and not die,
Live all that is written,
'tis the will of the poet,
La palmure! J'am trop tard!¹
Soft sophist; sophisticated hardly.

Footnotes:
1. La palmure...tard "The web! I'm too late!"

The Sophist

2014-07-21 12:00 am

See depths of apathy,
In lengths of hair,
Like half of me there,
Other half in'other room,
Gaping blankly it stares there too,
Too, too, thoughts like lasers shooting off
 in my mind,
See depths of beauty filling my eyes' seas,
'splayed 'round the front of my being,
All this beauty is mine,
Even you are in the bounty,
You are the wind, the sail, the boat beneath
 my feet.
You move me.
You are a seed that grew toward this
 ever-falling tree.
Freedom gnaws at nature,
A crutching being what's need.

Gord

2014-07-03 12:00 am

Wireless like the spy network.
Re-worked that line reads:
Pyrite like the bomb network,
That evolved from good times.
Happy days and thick lines.
Hollywood bats his back nine.
Happiness captured in his eyes.

The Sophist

2014-06-24 12:00 am

They told me to love not,
Or so the way it seems,
Now everyone loves but me,
Critics embraced, 
Mystics fought,
Sweet love to never be,
A conversation over tea,
Medusian eyes stoned, 
My forearms to my knees,
Huddled, statued, 'splayed in local park,
Monument to those cold and alone,
Monument of a man without a heart.

Kodyboi

2014-05-07 12:00 am

You have to swear
Swear to love loving me,
This trailer will last forever,
We must have a story-book ending.
With a happy end game.
I swear to never go away.
I swear to never put aside,
The things I'm gonna say.
To the stagehand,
I will never confide.

Use your eyes only to look at me.
Use your piss-soaked, whore mouth,
Only to kiss my whore lips.
We are branches of the 21st century.
You can laugh only if you laugh at me.
You can cry only if you cry for me.
Forget what you're condemned to be.
Can't you see?
You filthy cur,
You always were,
You always will be.

You used to Willoughby so nice
I should see a doctor,
Who could keep trains from hitting me.
But A jealous woman would suffice,
She makes it easy to see coffers.
She knows I'll defrost to keep pace.
Opinion will change, but at steep cost.
It also may take a while,
So smile for the time being.
I'm feeling poor in the stomach,
My head is spinning and I feel like a fool.
I think it's about time I change the rules.

The Sophist

2014-04-25 12:00 am

Self circled in dirt,
Drawn via stick,
To conjure Lapland giants,
Keeping them sic,
Self free from hurt,
To conjure vagrants and larrikins,
Doing battle in mine eyes,
Cain's mark upon my lamb skins,
Letters in twine.
Speaking names in droves of demons,
Melodic tunes 'twixt thought and time,
Emblems of the saints and spirits,
'Mephisto, please, appear and rise!'
Ut appareat et surgat Mephistophilis!
A basilisk thus clouds mine eyes.
'Switch form you beast, but please don't die!'
Smoke appears to change the guise,
'Return to me Franciscan Monk!'
By magic I am blindly drunk,
Mephisto doth appear to me,
Apparently, he says, with ease.
But apparently his own volition,
Per accidens he blessed my wishes.
'I charge thee wait upon my life,
Do what Sophist shall command,
Be it moon to fall from night,
Oceans all to swallow land,
Orient wife with adjunct girls,
Harvest the seas of opulent pearls.
Surgat nobis dicatus The Sophist!
Pray devoutly to the prince of hell,
Confounding home with Elysium,
The Sophist;
To Whom Sophist dedicates himself.'
Conjuror laureate beyond control,
Mephisto a piece;
Mystery whole.

Aharon Yosef

2014-04-14 12:00 am

Vested in reality,
Blood of beasts and saints.
Destin blind with empathy,
Believing self divinely great.
And I suppose that's fine?
I mean, Hey;
What of judgements cast as mine?
Howbeit, 
What of judgements cast as they?
Pretending watch though eyes are blind.
Lay my head in shallow water,
Watch my face in clouds pass by.
Let me drown as hallowed fodder,
The message, 
Nearing.
The message,
Fie!
Simple timeless truths elude us.
Clouds in our heads,
Dreams in our skies.

The Sophist

2014-04-10 12:00 am

It's not easy being green.
It's not easy helping people make their own disease.
My name is Unimportant; 
I carry scopolamine flowers,
And I pay nothing for it.
My name?
I'm Confused;
I carry scopolamine flowers giving greetings profound.
Playing God of the hour,
Fleeting bodies abound.
Falter and fumble and fall to the ground;
Witnessing light of a paradise found.
Leading the blind,
With my feeble eyes,
Misplaced moral outrage,
Attempts to rewind.
To see druidic days,
Where there's bodies unfounded.
Peat bogs set ablaze,
Simple murders unsounded,
Lacking cause,
Mental haze killing thousands,
Our future disgraced,
Pelves smashed and heads pounded.

The Sophist

2014-03-25 12:00 am

Dammit, why?
Scenes go by when hips moved side by side,
Striding by wayside before waving good-bye,
Parallel shutting her eyes;
My shoulders shudder when boats pass me by.
Before air was too dry,
Before I was too late to try,
To crack a smile to the heavens wry,
Asking why.
Dammit, why?

The Sophist

2014-03-19 12:00 am

Hermes carries Lamb,
Across his shoulders,
Across timeless sands,
More he travels;
Still more land.

Crying out in hope,
Kriophoros left his home,
Carried Lamb eyes to our souls.
Mighty messenger of Gods,
Of all the Heavens and Below.

Calamis never same again,
Good Sheppard waits for Lamb,
Prepared to spill blood,
For the better of the herd,
For the chance to understand,
The voice of the Absurd.

The Sophist

2014-03-18 12:00 am

Dwelling in the desperate,
Hermitage of my heart,
Life is apparent, 
Yet it appears to be not,
As it seams,
Cupid's eyes blinded by cloth yards,
Shooting at places unseen,
And all the arrows' arc,
Landing on me,
Heart changing by second,
Changing more in between,
This Cupid gone blinded,
Young, fat little fiend,
Now days pass idyllically,
Lost in the breeze,
Days Simon Iff spends searching the trees,
His goal has been set,
Simple Simon sets free,
Hiram Abiff in the woods on his knees.
Arms cut from body,
Both hands full of dandies.