The Sophist

2019-04-21 02:18 pm

My destiny 
Etched in stones
Skipped across the water
Far away from where I roam

The Sophist

2017-03-28 12:00 am

Lo
Alas
Loneliness
Encrypt my heart
From all the lies
Malicious hacks
Injecting pins in
Plur attacks
Controlling +
Alt-shifted minds
That place
I know
I am reminded
Of you
And I
Am unrequited
Still life
It goes
With booming silence
That light
That love
That caused the violence
That's not me
I am the silence
I surf through wind
I soar with lions
Still all my life
I witness
Nothing
Blood
Spill from my heart
My crimson shining
Armor lay beside it
Quiet
Still life
On it goes
In episodes
No heart decrypting
In fear our fear begets
Compromising love to death

The Sophist

2017-03-10 12:00 am

Nobody is so great,
Nobody is so pretty,
Nobody has such class,
Such taste.
Nobody believes in nothing,
Nobody learns scales for melodies.
I am nobody.

The Sophist

2017-03-06 12:00 am

Those Girls; They're Tasteless.
Waist Lips Off-Shore to Faces.
Beach Lips of Wasted.

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

2016-02-22 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

2016-01-26 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

2015-06-19 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

2015-01-21 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

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

2014-09-25 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.

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

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

2014-08-20 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

2014-08-12 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

2014-08-06 12:00 am

See World will fall when we all,
See a rope in a reptile,
Idealize walls in a jail cell,
Bear witness to false accusation of fraud,
See prophets as wrong,
See essences in every object apart,
Bear witness to art manifesting itself,
Square of a ball,
See ourselves as a witness,
Never abroad,
Forever in transit through cosmos with
 thoughts that material objects transcend even
 God.
"But what if I'm God?"
God transcends all, 
You're an ignorant clod,
Appendage at best,
Syllogistically flawed,
Essentially fraught,
Logistically faulty.
God can be everyone without everyone God,
Frogs are all animals (not all animals frogs).