The Sophist
2016-12-28 12:00 am
Bird sings low Everywhere it goes Solo Volume decreased Old Crow can't hear Intricacies Flyin' from old notes Higher than most tho Song ain't loud Used to be Bird's quiet Crazy Speaks Feathers in beak Live Vibes to the beat Heat Released Birds flapping their wings Squawking their beaks Bending their knees Leaving their feet Lotus grows pink Cutting through deep Low melodies Low sounds of the songbird Played on repeat
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The Sophist
2016-12-14 12:00 am
Whatever I did I did it myelf Fucked God and the Devil Miserable Accosting young rebels When I was a kid I sat on a shelf Hiding in darkness 'til I piss'd myself Not fearful of Argus A game where amid We sought and dispelled My mother found these Piss covered shelves No brother beside me She helped when I hid She'd hear if I yelled Instead she heard beveled Breakfast cereal Make music of rainfall Taking blame for the good Forsaking myself Fuck with God and the Devil I play songs as well Drawing crosses in trebles All over the grid I marvel at how When I look at these crosses They offer some help
The Sophist
2016-11-17 12:00 am
It's you I want I just mean Do it Want me I'll scream Drown them More feelings Of wanting Longing For something Aloof Trot of the hoof Fall from the floor Land on the proof Smile at the whore Missing her tooth Trying to score Good times with the roof Ease to cool her Down and pass out Songs of abusers Speaking of peace Echo through darkness Then she falls asleep For something Standoffish I just mean It you whose the problem Not me I just solve 'em I can't be wrong 'Cuz I'm peaceful And honest And a really chill guy If you don't mind me talking At lengths just to show I'm not racist I'm mocking Their race 'Cuz it's funny Not Angry Just Loving That Pain From Above Automatic Dark static Creatures of habit Throwing outrage around Myself I won't have it Outraged at myself Myself never planning To be holed in a cell Living under you bandits You won't have it yourselves Yourselves being outraged At all of yourselves For all of your work Education and health Yell at your brothers Strangers Mothers Escaping from hell By throwing dirt At the world Insurmountable selves By the billions All with a version of self I'm doing it now Laying a seed To expand And develop I mean I just want to scream These guys I girl dog about I'm mad 'Cuz I'm me
The Sophist
2016-10-26 12:00 am
Waiting for a miracle to save us, And we have saviors, But they're controlled by secret agents, Waiting for a miracle to save them, And they have saviors, But they're controlled by secret agents. His father wrote his epitaph, I know. He captured the hearts of the young and the old. God given talent given highest awards. He was yesterday's child, So the day he got old... Like midnight's stars he disappeared. Fagments of influence rapidly spread, Directing the youth of the afteryears, But the man wasn't dead, I can prove it, 'cuz dead mean don't sweat.
The Sophist
2016-08-28 12:00 am
Sides of my mouth Beaten and battered Cucumber Cheese Salted crackers
The Sophist
2016-08-22 12:00 am
Heart Aches Mine too No matter what we say or do Outtakes Passing by me Passing through Outpost of the things I knew I'll post about it Just to view Last daze Or maybe two I'm sure that I will think of you Darker days There shines imbued With brighter light of deeper hue I sing Though out of tune Of hope this light will shine on you Show us where we lost it all Show me if your love is true
The Sophist
2016-08-05 12:00 am
Alight with love he throws awry, Pursuing human desire and fortune. Poor reptile intellect, ignorant, Jabbing until he finds himself.
The Sophist
2016-05-26 12:00 am
Deep in the forest Between pleasure and pain Screams are so violent Yet silence remains How often do you think of me? Or remember my name? Am I just a memory? Or do you ever think of me? Stridently hopeless Lotso' talk about games Stammers to silence There it goes again again How often do you think of me? Or remember my name? Am I just a memory? Or do you even think of me all? Tomorrow, if you picture it; Another chance to witness someone else's bliss And envy it And live your life in envying Green both in your mind and in your skin Clad in purple cloth worn to protect your sins And mourn the loss of love you stitched into it Around me I see Ghosts of a memory Smoke in the air I breathe A complete lack of energy Dogmatic discomfort Dogmatic disbelief Friends crushing my dreams Becoming the enemy I'm Building a fortress To honor my name To scream at the silence To wander in pain To wonder in fantasy Living each day the same Do you ever think of me? Or am I just a memory? Deep in the forest Between pleasure and pain Screams are so violent Yet silence remains How often do you think of me? Or remember my name? Am I just a memory? Or did you ever think of me at all?
The Sophist
2016-04-27 12:00 am
Lamenting the loss of colour Youths clamor at discomfort Accosted, encumbered All my life A series of numbers Fumbling afterthoughts of others Dudes stammering and sunburnt Call lost in the dark wood Flames alight A series of numbers Defining the cost of squalor Tomes hammer where mallets weren't None fumbled, nothing learned Say it right A serious slumber Prevented from dreaming color
The Sophist
2016-03-30 12:00 am
I can see her; kissing now. My Melita; buzzing round. In the country, In the town, In the streets, And on the ground. On the subway, In the suburbs. Skipping supper; Back street clubber. Just a number. Body of stats, Sizes, Dimensions, Hobbies. Pride; Absentia. Lies she said, And I believed them. Yeah? Did I believed them? Yeah. She did too; Watching me receive them. Not well. She buzzed away, Asked if I could leave her. Not today, I chased, Now I still can't see her. Now I'm still left waiting. Thoughts of honey, And my Melita.
The Sophist
2016-03-30 12:00 am
Same, Not same. Metaphor; Open gated. Similar as a simile stated.
The Sophist
2016-03-29 12:00 am
A Ballad of the Soft Sophist; When trying to scream, They said 'oh, stop this! Stop the sophist speaking free. Sophist softly speak to me. And make me pay, And teach me duly, And teach me how to write so bluesy!' Sophist took their time instead, Folding shapes from paper heads. Writers spending days in bed; Dazed and gazing at their pens. At night they sleep and then they start again. A ballad often spoke softest; When the sophists screamed, They said 'oh, stop this; Education should be free. Sophist slowly speak to me. In loving way, In budding grace, In virtue is the value based.
The Sophist
2016-03-29 12:00 am
Repeat, Repeat. Repeating repetitions. Repeating repetitions repetitively! Repeat repeating repetitions. Repeat repeating repetitions repetitively! Repetitively repeating repetitively repeating repetitions! Repetitively repeating repeat repetitions repetitively repeating? Repetitions.. Repeating repetitiously.
The Sophist
2016-03-26 12:00 am
A poetic community Continuously Refining Originality. Silent storms Tumultuously Inciting Communality.
The Sophist
2016-03-21 12:00 am
After everything I see Before me in the seats Cynics in the streets Dissecting the diseased Everything I see Finding something to believe Giving credence to contrarians Heretic as it seems I laugh Just trying to fit in Kidding like a kid Laughing Making them believe Nothing as it seems Only people watching People watching leaves Quietly in peace Raging afterwards Sighing in relief Totally alone Utterly at peace Vexed with my existence Waiting patiently Xeroxing mentally Yakking at the internet Zoning out on poetry
The Sophist
2016-03-14 12:00 am
Would it be poetic justice? Would it be just at all? If I saw it in the paper. "Obama killed by drone."
The Sophist
2016-03-14 12:00 am
A confection, black and round. With sugar and gelatin. Found in allsorts; the young child's delight. Bound in or licorice filled. To maintain the same shape, See the molds are all pre-made. Shine, wax of bees, and molasses, Failing potassium, High blood pressure and heart failures, Can be found in some. Chewy ropes made, flat and round. Bound with gum arabic. As the crowd swarms, by trucks in the light. Absurd to stock it at will. To maintain the same shape, See the molds are all pre-made. Shine, wax of bees, and molasses, Effecting the young, Low IQs and behaviors, Green stools of your own.
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