The Paraffin One
2014-09-15 12:00 am
No wave easily embraces a shore, Yet broken it finds solace soars. Beyond is sea, pale godless, No effect easily saves scores. Yet a violin plays of the whore, Upon the pier, praying for goddesses. A boat launches without birth mother, Father never sees need for guidances, Tragedy is compassions' like brother, Yet time must pass or we tarnish each other. My tragedy at sea was like no other: I believed in no Poseidon of fate. So I found no place safe to wallow, Waves endlessly chased my starboard, Port too was nothing but ocean onward, So I trumpet ironic prayers for rain, Anything to wash away my shameful act.
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The Sophist
2014-09-11 12:00 am
This content is irrelevant, More often too irreverent, Artist holds a reverence, For using but one element. All one needs is a beat and a mantra, A beat and a mantra, A beat and a mantra, A beat and a mantra.
Gord
2014-09-02 12:00 am
I transform retribution, I collide with an enemy, Destined for fusion, Corroding my memory, Crashing the computer, That is me. I open on pretense false, In hopes to gain my loss, Yet no fate goes uncrossed, No face goes on unmarked, No bullet grazes, They self aim and kill marks. In honesty, I hope for their retribution, Not believing what you do, I find no institution for truth, Investigations reveal soot. To conceal boots under sock. Truth should be implied, Secrets shouldn't even be whispered, When no secret knock is employed. Among Imperials, two faces clash, Destroying the child middle, Purpose born was to protect class. Among the tyrants, A sleeping dog, His brother opposite, A sleeping god, Purpose forlorn and meaning lost. Shoot the gun across, regardless, Trees grow from the river, Implying a garden should exist. Yet at the bottom I find no solace. No mythical beast of which to conquer, Nor mythical flower of to tame beasts. So no feast among mythical followers. Sewn feet no longer bother to move. Brooms no longer even bother to sweep. I see Cost front by the citizen, Expected which are also to clean. Past participle's partisan cuts so cleanly, No partisan is left opposite to thee. Clearly, No god laughs, Sincerely, No god falters, And no human shots cast, Except into human carnage. 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. 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. I stand purportedly screaming peace, Screaming bullets purportedly corpse. I stand in face of uproarious force, Screaming should-haves, Scoring for would-have, Who now will manage. Tired, I cast aside, Casting stones seems now juvenile. Especially in a world this finite, Who needs to choir for killing time? Button press' jest as being less vile, Truth as masked chide, Who now will bandage?
Gord
2014-09-02 12:00 am
I stand purportedly screaming peace, Screaming bullets purportedly corpse. I stand in face of uproarious force, Screaming should-haves, Scoring for would-have, Who now will manage. Tired, I cast aside, Casting stones seems now juvenile. Especially in a world this finite, Who needs to choir for killing time? Button press' jest as being less vile, Truth as masked chide, Who now will bandage?
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
2014-08-11 12:00 am
Alas, you make like critics predicted. The marathon runner now needs no glass. Condensation enough for a victory. Shock has found equivalency, Just adopt this piece of shit dog. Type? Don't ask me. It would be a vain attempt at breed, Trivializing my identity.
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.
The Sophist
2014-07-07 12:00 am
Hating rap, Via rappers hating freestyle, Respecting the art, Seeing nothing worthwhile. A new look is what's need, Art lied, we need focus, Rap needs Lied.
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.
Gord
2014-06-26 12:00 am
I return nothing, In return to cost. I posture a nomenclature, Fecal mouth needs an orthodontist.
Gord
2014-06-25 12:00 am
It gets better, not in the context of health, In the context of health we need some help. In this complex, contents are sealed. It gets better, complicated of locks of steel Cause continents to kneel, or to be a lone teammate. Re-invigoration repeal, cancelled and revealed false. Truth of anything else would be nice, Instead of the lack thereof.
The Sophist
2014-06-10 12:00 am
As acumen abjects, Objectors expect to see; Families dissecting tragically, A death in the humanities, Favor to the selfless vanities, That favor self-indulged reality, Unfavoring the human breed, With all due respect, I don' respect the scene, I don' spect to pass unseen, By turning 'round in leave, I'll levitate with ease, Every package needing fleet, Sans rest sleeping on my feet, Life absurd in retrospect.
Gord
2014-05-29 12:00 am
The rates remain, In fact, Let the rape remain, In tact. A Genghis plan, No time for mathematics, The Queen's virginity remains intact. The people's impassivity remains fact. Humanity needs a savior, The mimicry drains that. A finality, For in the end, in synchronicity, Invincibly the choir sings. However dismissively, Lyrically they sing lit matches. For historically we lived like bastards.
The Sophist
2014-04-16 12:00 am
Ohm, I wish to be Austere, For if I knew I was her end, I truly wouldn't care. Ohm, I wish to be the air, To float where she has fun, For truly there is none, If in life she isn't there, Ohm, I wish to be the Pleiades, Forever sailing ones, Sailing to my maiden's needs. Ohm, I with to be Pellucid, An interest in her sight, To cloud her camera obscura. Ohm, I wish to be Polaris, In dark her warmest light, Beaming through her apertures.
Gord
2014-04-03 12:00 am
I find fault at the way we speak. Common practice happens to be harmful. Why not cause change? Because It's not change you seek. You seek far less than mediocrity; Practice harder and ply a trade, Realize what it is to carry an armful; I find fault at the way kids speak; The common practices, owning Iphones. Of their needing to cause change. Of standing and telling me I'm the cynic. Standing with less skill than Dionysus; The propaganda industry only has 50 years; No readable peer review, judges or pundits. Industry fooling people into contributions. No revolution, strictly opaque movement. True knowledge occult only by emotion elicited. We just don't need a German Nazi Party revisit.
Gord
2014-03-24 12:00 am
Peanut butter, outrageous amounts; Both on my plate, and in my mouth; Born of a craving, I now need a drink To wash all of it out, two coke cans, Dipping with mustard, pretzels and breadsticks: The best side dish for a sandwich peanut butter.
Gord
2014-03-18 12:00 am
Her fifth incarnation in filth, The first tragic Buddhavista. The last magic singer. The last female singer to open her mouth and not eat since after Christina, The first entertainer to entertain us since the entertainment era entered the picture. Pictures need to go back to the silent era.
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