The Sophist

2014-04-21 12:00 am

Sure there may be more,
Than a world of slurpies and porn,
But I am the First Man;
I judge the Second and tell him there's not.
If he teaches greater joy to the Third;
I'll tell him he forgot,
True joys of a purer world.
Of slurpies and porn;
Joys of life unfurled,
To weaker minds a portal,
To a world less ill-defined,
A portal for Immortals;
Two joys not hard to find.

The Sophist

2014-04-07 12:00 am

Did you call me a faggot?
No, I called you a bigot,
But you probably eat shit,
You big faggot, admit it.

The Sophist

2014-03-12 12:00 am

Seek introspection elsewhere.
I'm here to burn my hands on incense smoke,
Telling God stories of my trysts,
Of all the times he missed.
To a world I doubt is there
I'm yelling my plans to an absent bloke,
telling God stories of my dick,
Of all the dames I dream it chokes.
Vocals crack on air,
The priest is watching alone.
I stare the beast in his eyes,
and keep yelling despite.
I draw a circle, a square,
Triangle, circle, and begin to invoke,
Two homunculi inside,
The smallest circle defined.
Behold, contrast and compare,
Presenting the Philosophers Stoned,
Their knowledge is blinded,
And wisdom unwound.
Priest still watching me stare,
I rub ash on my forehead and go,
To the front of the alter,
No foot dare to falter,
I scream and still nobody's there.

The Sophist

2014-03-07 12:00 am

A life pre-mortem;
Death of The Sophist that is;
Dying of boredom.
Deaf ears of the Quietude;
Hear tunes but abhor dem.
Good, there's more for 'em;
In a song they can hate through,
Than the femme de la femmes.
De la silence we dance to;
Scrotal Tongue's creme de la creme;
An online forum.