The Sophist

2016-12-14 12:00 am

Whatever I did
I did it myelf
Fucked God and the Devil
Miserable
Accosting young rebels

When I was a kid
I sat on a shelf
Hiding in darkness
'til I piss'd myself
Not fearful of Argus

A game where amid
We sought and dispelled
My mother found these
Piss covered shelves
No brother beside me

She helped when I hid
She'd hear if I yelled
Instead she heard beveled
Breakfast cereal
Make music of rainfall

Taking blame for the good
Forsaking myself
Fuck with God and the Devil
I play songs as well
Drawing crosses in trebles

All over the grid
I marvel at how
When I look at these crosses
They offer some help

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

2014-07-22 12:00 am

I hear a voice,
A voice that is screaming,
Words with no meaning,
From lips I can't lean to,
If I try.

By chance or by choice,
By passion or comfort,
One or one hundred,
Sounds you can run through,
In your mind.

If you give it a try,
You can accidentally bike out onto the road,
Get hit by a car,
You can get drunk and die,
Body falls on a button,
Makes the world explode,
It isn't that hard.
If you're not young or retarded.

Theseisms destroy,
All classical meaning,
Those labels you're dreaming,
I'm going to eschew them,
If you try.

Sit back and rejoice,
I'm not trying to free you,
Nor'm I trying feed you my truth,
View beauty in tandem,
Anytime.

Life isn't a crime,
Keep your mind on a lovely abode,
Eyes watching the north star,
You can get drunk and not die,
Live all that is written,
'tis the will of the poet,
La palmure! J'am trop tard!¹
Soft sophist; sophisticated hardly.

Footnotes:
1. La palmure...tard "The web! I'm too late!"

The Sophist

2014-05-26 12:00 am

If you could go back and change your life,
You look back on your strife?
Would I go back and change mine?
I look back and my life is changed daily.
For the better?
Questionable.
I look back at my life deranged gayly.
For the most part; 
Insatiable.
Satiated in my adolescence with hot knives 
hot paperclips unwinded
on hot tables 
while a hot ocean waited for hot iron;
Not able.
Enough quotes from a world of war to be the next supreme 
gentleman,
I changed my life enough to know that truth is irrevocable,
I'd choke a bull for a chance at life less like a festival 
of Bedouins negligible.

The Sophist

2014-05-13 12:00 am

My Life,
My Soul,
I am my own,
I am my everything,
My Sight,
So Foul,
To live perforce,
To Hell with destiny.

SO FOUL,
FIE SOUL,
THIS AMBIANCE PERVADING
 EVERYTHING.
NO DOUBT,
OR CONTROL,
BEYOND MY SIGHT I DREAM OF
 EVERYTHING.

The Sophist

2014-05-06 12:00 am

Brown the new black,
White the new Arab,
A new wave of terror,
The whole world is scared of.
A new version of false flag,
By creating false nations,
Causing in artists a self-flagellation,
All these rebellions are government run,
Occupy is government run,
The Arab Springs are government run,
Benghazi was government run,
Movies are made using government funds,
Syrian Opposition on The Simpsons in 2001,
A decade later formed in Syria,
Why so much talk about guns,
Alcohol, war, and marijuana?
Using themes to denigrate people,
In the very grounds that they run.
Leaders were raised on Hare-Abian Nights,
Now they kill Arabs for fun.

The Sophist

2014-04-29 12:00 am

I'd strike out the sun for harming sinews,
This service I'll pay myself as a fine,
Enlarger of kingdom if ever I die,
'queathing my soul for the roar of a lion.

I giveth thee lukewarm blood of a newborn,
God my appetite; I hunger for power.
Shrew Lord of perpetual night liveth nigh,
Covered from danger in half-lighted fog.

Co-sign and write before bloodlines congeal.
Our magic will bring desolation to smog.
Fill the lines afore 'why?' and 'oh sigh'
Flog grace and damnation 'till three parts combine.

The Sophist

2014-04-25 12:00 am

Self circled in dirt,
Drawn via stick,
To conjure Lapland giants,
Keeping them sic,
Self free from hurt,
To conjure vagrants and larrikins,
Doing battle in mine eyes,
Cain's mark upon my lamb skins,
Letters in twine.
Speaking names in droves of demons,
Melodic tunes 'twixt thought and time,
Emblems of the saints and spirits,
'Mephisto, please, appear and rise!'
Ut appareat et surgat Mephistophilis!
A basilisk thus clouds mine eyes.
'Switch form you beast, but please don't die!'
Smoke appears to change the guise,
'Return to me Franciscan Monk!'
By magic I am blindly drunk,
Mephisto doth appear to me,
Apparently, he says, with ease.
But apparently his own volition,
Per accidens he blessed my wishes.
'I charge thee wait upon my life,
Do what Sophist shall command,
Be it moon to fall from night,
Oceans all to swallow land,
Orient wife with adjunct girls,
Harvest the seas of opulent pearls.
Surgat nobis dicatus The Sophist!
Pray devoutly to the prince of hell,
Confounding home with Elysium,
The Sophist;
To Whom Sophist dedicates himself.'
Conjuror laureate beyond control,
Mephisto a piece;
Mystery whole.

The Sophist

2014-04-14 12:00 am

Falling Night,
Earthly harness,
Silent still,
I am the Darkness;
Growing violent,
Life betwixt,
Sitting hell,
Rising Sophist.