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.

The Sophist

2015-09-10 12:00 am

Day 1:
No stoic women and no false metal,
Living the life,
Inside of a kettle.
Hopping and jumping,
Trying to escape.
Grinding my teeth,
While the symphony plays.
"Does it feel great?"
"Yeah, it really feels great."
"Now what should I do?"
"I'll cry the next day."
Weeping,
Watching the moon start to settle.
Disappear too soon below false nettle.
"With such regret I will miss when I die,
So I dream to escape the world I deny."

Day 2:
I sleep;
The moon and my mind both settle.
I no longer jump;
Steam fills my kettle.
These stoic women;
Fawns for false metal.
Living my own life;
Fit in fine fettle.

The Sophist

2015-08-07 12:00 am

I want to release.
A rhyme about nobody,
With no honest remarks,
With no peace,
For the days passed,
I have lived,
Learned regret.
I am the reason for myself.
Nobody makes my bed,
If I don't make it for myself,
The Sophist;
The Thoughtless Beast.

The Sophist

2015-08-04 12:00 am

A tale of two lovers,
Who just couldn't chat,
Agree on a child;
So they cut two in half.
Half of a heart and a torturous act.

Kicked kids who were down,
In the back of their knees,
While they lay on the ground,
Begging,
"Help, please",
Raising their funds as they cough and they wheeze.

A tale of two brothers,
A matter of fact,
Who know what they want,
So they plot and attract.
Mending their hearts from the acts of their dad.

Kicked kings who were thrown,
On their backs with an ease,
To be cursed to the town,
No longer pleased.
Wandering streets eating scraps of raw meat.

Until the two brothers,
One gaunt and one fat,
Built a global chalet.
The plan isn't bad;
Physically wait for aversion to pass.

The Sophist

2015-07-13 12:00 am

Twilight of the twelve queers;
So twisted and obscured.
We act as though we understand them;
Though with fear.
Twelve steers led by a steer.
In twelve straight abstractions.
A beast walks without ears.
Travelling wayward through swelled sounds,
Unable to hear.
Walking billions upon billions of miles to see;
Infinitude of the spheres.

The Sophist

2015-06-19 12:00 am

No bulwark for a king's depression,
But bulwarks for a king,
Homework is a learned obsession,
But bulls work for a king.
Dogmatic in a weird direction;
Every single thing is,
Worthless upon first conception,
But the first born of the king isn't.

The Sophist

2015-06-09 12:00 am

I have grown with the band,
When I couldn't sleep,
When I lack intrinsic wake.
When I watch them take the world;
I feel I do the same.
Symphony for a pilgrim's soul,
Divine beyond these finite words,
I dream to see them live.
That bond will never break.
Forget not,
Those tunes will never leave my brain,
Akashic records play forever;
Even in my grave,
I'll always love those men;
So much it's prolly gay.

The Sophist

2015-05-22 12:00 am

I gave you that;
Which wasn't half bad.
I gave you love;
If you consider my dad.
Never gave my mom,
Anything we had;
So if I give you love,
Be warned I'll take it back.
If you find my love one day,
Just don't take it half bad.
Maybe it'll last for a day and a half.
I sip hate with a handle;
Pouring love with carafes.

The Sophist

2015-05-13 12:00 am

A charge upon thee,
Assault upon my person,
Trigger of my dignity,
Myth'll make it worsen,
Find two and two as three,
Head hung beneath a merkel,
Abhoring Greek,
Abhoring Roman,
Abhor mythology.

Abhor to write or speak.
When weakness strong,
And braveness weak.
And as we sleep,
No longer fly,
No longer laugh,
No longer climbing trees,
Our dreams are gone,
As a treat,
We put pure reason in our mouths,
Infected with disease.

Veins infected too,
Running to my finger tips,
Swelling to the moon,
Back into my wrist,
Swaying to the tune,
In need of amethyst.
To cure me of my drunken state,
Kiss me with your teeth,
Make me feel your pain,
Then kiss me with your drunken lips.
Burn the greatest books,
Whisper greatest stories,
Slowly back away from bliss,
Lying down,
Accept defeat,
Merrily,
Ideas are but temperless.

The Sophist

2015-01-21 12:00 am

You know that you listen,
To the heart of my soul,
Beating harder and whole.
Hole deep darker than coal.
I give my volition;
To this part of my role.
Any home is my prison;
When I lack the control.

The Sophist

2015-01-13 12:00 am

Eating fresca thighs;
My demise.
Potatoes cut by hand,
Spiced, cooked, and then;
Pulled pork and fresh cut fries.

The Sophist

2015-01-13 12:00 am

Death of Ahmed Merabet,
Bit by cerebrus,
Defends our right,
To abet terrorists.
In death defends,
Their right to murder him.
I heard him die,
But not a word he said,
Unholy voice sings slandering,
Lives at diverse ends.

The Sophist

2015-01-06 12:00 am

Hey ladies;
Why so shady?
Y'like my style?
Y'hate me.
Meaning rape me;
Via meager dating.
Eager taking,
O'fore a day's fading.
Y'kno'wha'm sayin'?
Y'crazy,
I'm'a take o'for a day or so maybe.
To bomb you with aggression;
Guinness, Jameson, And Bailey.

The Sophist

2014-10-30 12:00 am

Doll Robert in a sailing shirt,
Ever lurks through souls deserted,
Tall akward leaves a trail covered,
Never hurt but he scared the girl.

The Sophist

2014-10-29 12:00 am

Throw your freedom to the wind;
Enslaved to throw again.
So intelligent he looks,
Though even though he sinned,
This man you would defend.
Written in the books,
Vices will be trimmed,
Virtuosity amended,
Sheet of truth been shook,
Giving common men their wings,
Free to fly ahead,
Travel on by hook or crook,
Approve or you rescind,
Find your freedom in your music,
Letting go of other things.

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.

The Sophist

2014-10-16 12:00 am

Perceptions growing crazed between schisms,
Deceptions of the rain going with them,
Exceptions never made to drink chrism.
Receptions always strained,
So please listen,
Meditate on chronoceptions of infradian rhythms.

The Sophist

2014-09-25 12:00 am

Decay and the rifle alone. Censored by Gods as 
cold winter snow passes men stuck in glop as 
it blows. Who knows? What the fuck does a soul 
call a home? Accepting ideals without gloves 
being shown. Refuting belief but still knowing 
that something transcends all of time, space, 
math, and the know-how. Gloating but feeling 
in pain for lost souls turned wayward, 
corrupt, or depraved by the fallout.

Take it in, as it turns out, by talking in 
strides with the crowds. Softly speak glop 
when it counts. Slowly speak up, and never 
speak out.