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.

The Sophist

2016-03-03 12:00 am

Out of the rain his body dried.
People passed and the music private.
An everlasting non-surprise;
Eternal peace and your reprise.

C'est pour Robbie,
Et mon amis,
And all neighbors up and down my street.
I love you all just in the way I do;
All of ya're fuckin' bitches sippin' bitches brew.

I'm the kind of guy that boldly lies;
I say I'm not the type to boldly lie.
I am not bold.
I lay around,
I drink sometimes.

C'était ne pour Robbie,
C'est pour mon amis,
I do it just to make less enemies.
I'm weaker than I'm trying to be,
Eagerly I'm waiting for an equal opportunity.

An everlasting non-surprise;
Eternal peace and your reprise.
Nothing from nothing grows in size.
When something lives;
Nothing dies.

The Sophist

2016-02-22 12:00 am

The Sophist speaks of years forlorn.
Breathing in the ears of corn.
"What mercy does a savage make?
What pity do the foolish take?
They take one step,
and nothing more."

The Sophist speaks of emeralds.
So green and dope for sure.
So dope!
So dope, Oh,
And Green!
For sure...

Found but lost before,
Lost for all eternity,
Now He's found for sure.
The Sophist still confused by waves,
Playing seashells on the shore.
Scarcely eats,
Softly prays,
The Sophist sings in uniform.

The Sophist

2016-01-27 12:00 am

Light in darkness;
Fighting hardest.
Writing ardent;
Spiting artists.
Plighting promise.
Quite harmless.
Trite incarnate.
Reticent catharsis.

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.

The Sophist

2015-11-24 12:00 am

Seal sutured my soul;
To a body- a home.
Come help make me whole.

Self life spent alone.
Warm bed 'side a warmer throne,
Bed heats by its own.

Ten times two is four.
Ten times lack of effort,
All effort is poor.

Tax taken from pews,
Poor unfortunate two,
Camels; too large crew.

To dust grind my bones,
Tear open by strings my heart,
Seal sutured my soul.

The Sophist

2015-10-26 12:00 am

Dreams in retrospect viewed. No different than the rest when in viewing. Knowledge dissecting truth into smaller units. Methodological skepticism without self-refuting. Meditations doubting everything true in fake fables formed during youth, phantasming a demon by which we're utterly fooled. We goofed; trusted senses fool-proofed with no proof. Jiving to a wonderful groove. We lived in the exterior world; above my demon's roof. Your senses are lying, your dreams are not separate. Even your innermost thoughts are a ruse. Have a good night at work, while away the time brethren.

The Sophist

2015-10-23 12:00 am

A number persists through time
Indefinitely
Water boils
Bones grind
Triangle galaxy
Amen
Blacks die
Highest degree
Long playing records
Elohim chimes
The year we killed Jesus
Then peaced
His age 
Crucified
Collection of East deities
Battling basketball teams
Meaning of life
Hoping that I
Get an invite to Club 33