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

2015-01-13 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

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

2014-09-04 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

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

2014-08-20 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

2014-08-15 12:00 am

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

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.

The Sophist

2014-08-07 12:00 am

Don' be 'fraid just don' come back.
Don' plan attacks on modern days.
They don' like us 'cause we're free,
If "free" means happily enslaved.
Raped every day but with a smile,
Hostility like Abu Ghraib,
Graves stone but a worthless trial,
We might as well carve frowning faces,
Omit names and write words only in dirt.
There just write "fags".
"Junior pupil at a private school nailed by
 nerds."
Then just laugh at it.
Muslims aren't depraved,
Lennon even spoke at large of living in a bag.
It's freedom in a way,
Think about it,
Living without caste,
Judged only by your spoken word sans judgement
 'pon your face.
They sort of make a case,
I'll even take it off if you can find a private place,
It's just less of a disgrace.
To think my mid-pubescent beard could not  
 effect my fate.
Ignoring shit we hate,
We could probably find a pace that we can all 
 relate.
Chill music but still rocking in your face,
Fat bowl of potato dill salad I created.
Personally, I like war with lots of laughs;
It can be great.
Nothing personal, but I'll crack 'spic and
 nigger jokes all day.

The Sophist

2014-07-24 12:00 am

If only I had money to make bets,
I'd bet some lunatics have somehow met,
To plan silent auctions for dead men,
If I won I would buy Casey Kasem's head.

The Sophist

2014-07-23 12:00 am

Law makes obligatory,
More than one Nation,
To waste business hours,
Achieving more profligation.

You shall not pass,
The whole world may perish,
From Brahma to a blade of grass,
But you are still here.

All uninhibitory,
Lord of Creation,
You are in all things,
You are in every location.

View darkness unmasked,
The whole world you cherish,
Will dissolve in a flash,
But still have no fear,
Knowing self world dissolves,
Ignorant it appeared,
You are the heart of awareness,
No less, end of story.

The Sophist

2014-05-10 12:00 am

Education in some countries is just pure sophism,
I decree to stop this,
This writ from the wrists of the Sophist,
The Prophet of Modern Economics decrees fatwas,
I decree a fatwa on stockpiling gross product,
A fatwa on Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabanna.
I decree a fatwa on the arms race and the misconduct and
 misappropriated actions committed by the powers meant to
 help us.
Or at least help make shit less like a world of make-shift
 shiffs chaotic,
With less false promises to put less narcotics,
In the streets, our food supplies, and antibiotics,
All these soup lies make me vomit,
World spirit will not die,
But it crawls,
Dragging body behind hands,
Counting months in brief mnemonics.

The Sophist

2014-04-22 12:00 am

The Ninety Nine Percent?
Represent yourself and fuck majority,
Fuck sitting in a tent,
Fuck sitting in an era,
Where lives are fucking spent,
In jails within America,
The Other One Percent.
They rot while you prepare,
Let it die,
And try again.
Go get high,
And find a pet,
In the whole world's seven bil',
The Land of Free's three fifty mil',
The Liberated Five percent,
Something there disturbs me still,
In jails there's ten times seven mil'.
Metal barring concrete tents,
The Captive;
Occupying One Percent.

The Sophist

2014-04-15 12:00 am

Is staff all insubordinate,
Or management defunct?
Will anybody fill the holes,
Of corporations fucked?
Busy-bodied filthy moles,
Art of ethics trumped.
On cliffs she has me climbing poles,
'Till brain's a bluish funk,
In defiance of their shallow souls,
I tie my rope and jump,
Economically concordant soul,
Laughing, I spelunked.

The Sophist

2014-03-31 12:00 am

First they flew planes into towers of freedom,
Now they fly planes to Diego Garcia.

The Sophist

2014-03-07 12:00 am

Its time for thyme.
Get out the knives.
Spices mount the turkey and climb.

The Sophist

2014-03-07 12:00 am

Hoeryong Concentration Camp,
Saul-ri, North Hamgyong, North Korea.
Google Maps can see it;
The place where he was raised.

Hooks through shoulders dance;
Three generations relieve it;
Crimes against human spirit;
Humanity crazed,
Choose to not believe it.

See Kitty Genovese,
In a nation void of peace,
Cries out for help.

Markets open and diseased;
Meth soaked in teas.
Get high;
Accept defeat.