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.

The Sophist

2014-09-08 12:00 am

Oh, I'm tired of secrets,
While I'm fighting off wolves,
I'm tired of insomia,
While sleeping in the woods.
Oh, I'm afraid;
That this whole world may be depraved,
And the only thing I lived for stabbed me in a prank.

My life,
My Brother,
And my old friend;
Slowly insert the dagger again.
The life that I saw 'fore me is dead;
So slowly insert the dagger again.

Forever I'll die and you'll stay a mess.

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

2014-09-04 12:00 am

Both sides support reform,
God I feel dumb,
Then I go back to watching porn,
That still too is dumb,
Ah, ugh, I'm wracking my poor brain,
Surely nothing can be done,
If something clearly is insane.

Begone to the pits of apathy,
Where men are fighting to succeed,
Be free from binds which binding me,
Lead me blind to blind society.
Truth be told it would be great,
To record sounds and meditate,
Without hoping to get paid,
Ad space isn't free,
We pity ourselves if ads are sent to peace.

We sent our brothers off to war.
Speaking of the fun;
Fighting for a rival hoard.
Dying in the sun;
Pierced by a brother's sword.
Ah, ugh, I'm wracking my poor brain,
Thieves thieved some time for fun,
Our heroes appearing more and more depraved.

To share the same disease,
Tortured through our dreams,
To decay among the trees,
Torment; a short and brutish piece,
Yet all of it is great,
Bleeding essence every day,
Alderson loop of disjunctive melodies,
Existence sings in remedies,
Never will the tempest ease,
Yet underneath there lay a silent tone,
Arranging scattered harmonies.

The Sophist

2014-08-28 12:00 am

My mother thought that being silent was smart.
This is why I spent days in the dark, 
bed-crazed and my heart sobbing. I was 
ignorant of light blocked by goblins of my 
mind hoping to keep me trapped in the land of 
forgotten. Now I'm plodding; plotting my escape
daily to find peace whopping, lock it with me 
in a coffin and die flopping; watching my life 
pass before my eyelids drop and my chest 
begins rocking. It's like trainspotting or 
going yachting; either way it's going to cost 
me, and either way I'm rotting. I like to 
believe this is my personality popping, but I
also believe that everything I do's common. 
I'm not smart, I'm not witty, in wealth I'm not
sopping. I'm not silent, and I pity the poor 
for their problems. I'm not here to cheat 
people or shit on their knowledge. Prithee a
moment where people aren't thoughtless; prithee
a moment to claim a few losses for a man who
silent misfortune made solemn.

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.

The Sophist

2014-08-27 12:00 am

What differs us;
Introspectively we diminish complexities of
 our forms.
This is why we have technologous inventions,
Rearranging norms.
We apply our new conventions,
First to rich and then to poor,
Not this our main intention,
But complex enough for sure,
To be the aim of this erection,
Before we put it in a whore,
Let's reflect on resurrection,
It is you you're fighting for.

The Sophist

2014-08-27 12:00 am

To accompany a symphony of strings;
Vibrant sounds for vibing kings;
I play the timpani and you sing.
This sitch just ain't our thing,
We just don't have what they want us to bring.

The Sophist

2014-08-25 12:00 am

If you're called queer, but you aren't a gay,
If you rub beards with the same fag,
Maybe my lips are cleft,
Might be my lazy eye,
My sexuality is wild.
Pharrell: Come dirty it up!

I take off all my clothes,
Prepare for masturbation,
Acting all casual,
Prepare an invitation,
Ask her for licks and spanks too,
No, No, No,
Don't want to rape her,
No, No, No,
Men satisfy my anger.

That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl,
Not genderphobic,
But you wouldn't know it,
I'm afraid to show it,
But I want girls,
But I let guys blast me,
My face gets nasty,
All covered in man skeet,
I'm talking bad times.
Not genderphobic,
You wouldn't know it,
I'm afraid to show it,
But I want girls,
But they won't grab me,
If I do they slap me,
Gave up and got past it,
Pharrell: Come dirty it up!

Why do I dream poor?
My life never screams fun,
I spend nights on YouPorn,
Used to all this dick in my face,
Somebody fuck me,
Oh, oh, oh,
Who wants to fuck me?
Oh, oh, oh,
Smoke dimes,
Come fuck me.

I take off all my clothes,
Prepare for masturbation,
Acting all casual,
Prepare an invitation,
Ask her for licks and spanks too,
No, No, No,
Don't want to rape her,
No, No, No,
Men satisfy my anger.

That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl,
Not homophobic,
But a little bit dope sick,
AIDs epidemic,
Got me all butt hurt,
On which sex I should marry,
Not based on who loves me,
I'm talking a party,
I'm talking bad times,
Not homophobic,
But a little bit dope sick,
Let's hope I don't get,
Stuck without girls,
Or without laughing,
At a guy that's jacking,
Me off in his panties.
Pharrell: Come dirty it up!

The Sophist

2014-08-25 12:00 am

New day intrinsically.
Prone intrinsic sleep,
A world so strange,
It mocks the sane,
Or so it seems to be,
As two arrange for three,
Plan the day,
Hours wane,
So one can live in peace,
Intrinsic wake so suddenly,
Search for cables in a rage,
Time is locked away.
Twenty minutes after three,
Moon falls soon from the trees,
Longing for to stay,
Now not time for play,
I clean myself and peace,
Work for eight or so at least,
Bike home,
Bus if there is rain,
Smoke a bowl then meditate,
One by one prepare the feast.
Deranged I aim to vaguely please,
People bitching in my face,
Keeping up a steady pace,
Intrinsically return to sleep,
New days for eternity.

The Sophist

2014-08-21 12:00 am

A Letter For A Dumb Cunt; That Slut.
Honk your horn and yell "fuck,
Fuck, Shit, move on to the sidewalk" on Bayview Avenue.
Suck my dick;
Long deck is muscle power.
Like that face covered muff.
So Fuck you;
Fuck your poon smeg also.
Piss off back to hell;
Take your jizz twat.
Slut shoo.
Make prey upon some four-some.
Jism over your butt plug.
Arse full like some wank show,
You race to get face fucked,
I glide as my bands flow,
Fuck your dumb cunt shit,
Bozo.

The Sophist

2014-08-20 12:00 am

Everyone is so depressed,
Though no one likes a downer,
As such casts frowns upon the Frowner,
And thus becoming frowns themselves,
Lusting after laughter,
Mad and frown obsessed,
Coat the world in spite of love or hate,
Diethyl Ether,
If I entertain the hatred one more hour,
I may get a bullet in my chest.
If I entertain my love for higher power,
I may still get a bullet in my chest.
Though no one likes a downer,
I'll admit that I'm depressed,
I wish I could be smart and know it all,
But I'll confess;
I'm not, and I don't.
Thus I walk unto another test,
Often times my thoughts are downers,
This is why I acquiesce.

The Sophist

2014-08-20 12:00 am

Left-hand turn,
Going 'round it widdershins,
Seems absurd,
If going 'round's done by a prince,
Without a girl,
A kingdom where two men are kings,
Oh, what a world,
Full of gay and shiny things,
And yet we curl,
And limit what we see in dreams,
Oh, what a world,
Fuck man and girl in sets of fours and threes,
We're not worried,
We'll get married to our companies,
The fucks insured,
All sure we're fucked contractually,
All sure it's pure,
Consummation makes the fuck complete,
Seems absurd,
You're raised so that your mind competes,
Submit to words,
Love for nothing,
Twiddle your box;
Accept defeat.

The Sophist

2014-08-20 12:00 am

All that follows may be cheap.
A 'squito bite from a 'siah kiss
No mas, this mass a mess,
'Spose we're 'spose to say we're bless',
Well bless it ought to fess,
A feeling for a million fools,
Is wanton for a prince.
Yet elegant amiss,
Fools dancing on the Sun's drying lips,
As though it were a tryst,
Forcing Cosmos to a fit,
Perhaps the sun is but a tool,
Reflecting light,
Projecting an abyss,
Perhaps there's dimensions we can't see,
We dream beyond 3D,
Yet teach it in our school,
Rest inside to silence screams,
Our origins never will be seen,
Although it would be cool,
All that follows may be cheap.

The Sophist

2014-08-15 12:00 am

Not alphanumeric,
Nor any form patternic,
Method for the people,
Persons sans generic patterns.

The Sophist

2014-08-15 12:00 am

We walk, sleep, and love at same time.
Never touching same land,
Maybe we have seen same clouds or birds.
It's super deep; seabed at high tide.
Such height to withstand;
Able to perceive high twos as thirds.
Gifts like Hebe; she gives a young mind.
Youth-centered slow man,
Thus in dreams; youth in ancient worlds.
I derive order from a simply beautiful life.
Beautifully skilled stoneman,
Carving life for himself in beautiful strides,
My woman is a strong plan sublimed,
Though I'm sure a leap could suffice,
With her I see that without her I'm blind.

The Sophist

2014-08-12 12:00 am

Bulwark for a king's depression,
Surely there is not.
Within the vast divine impressions,
Introspective thought.

A cirque carved in a sick obsession,
Leaves a body fraught.
Torn apart from mind's aggression
Coldness forced astop.

The Sophist

2014-08-08 12:00 am

First I make suggestions,
Then I make demands.
With my hands I teach you lessons,
Beat you with affection,
Bleed in my perfection,
Military dance.

I've never felt so much,
Bliss in my life,
With my knife cut a grudge,
Head off with a touch,
Headlong in my hutch.
Present for my wife.

I call this self expression,
Pissing in my pants,
With my rant cause indigestion,
Racist in intention,
Hostile when I'm questioned,
A laugh I think is grand,
Apostates cut in sections.