The Paraffin One

2014-10-31 12:00 am

Among data statisticians some are apt.
Strikepads merely look for matches.
Pyromancers fire from hands,
Magic tricks demand ignorance,
Turns education into pittance.
Hydromancy of the dire lands,
Outright drought of pious demands.
Stale games played, Crows become Kae,
Men become gods when displayed in 4k.

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.

Gord

2014-10-28 12:00 am

A million stars align to begin nothing,
Can truly the best begin insulting?
A test of love becomes benign offspring.
A gentle hand caresses a face softly,
Yet with the other casts aside a spade.
Cannot the hands of god be unloving?
Those wish for pain receive cavalcade,
Thinking prayer for cake, not for absolving.
Best rhymes touted as insults,
Trying to be what they aren't: wise.
True rhymes timeless be, no beauty sulks.
No man plays games to receive a prize.

Cannot you write of greater things?
Or still is life consumed with frings?

Gord

2014-10-27 12:00 am

Trysts seem so juvenile,
Society seems so obsessed,
Piling on, cracking tile,
Possessed gods false dressed,
Never again to remark.
Quiet piety trumped,
They never said to hark,
Only to trumpet forth.

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.

Gord

2014-10-16 12:00 am

Poets quickly release material albums,
Teachers equate material sophism as equal:
Knowledge concrete, belief in Calvin.
Topped off dressed in a top-hat and sequins;

The Sophist

2014-10-16 12:00 am

Perceptions growing crazed between schisms,
Deceptions of the rain going with them,
Exceptions never made to drink chrism.
Receptions always strained,
So please listen,
Meditate on chronoceptions of infradian rhythms.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-08 12:00 am

A collection of words,
Is nothing but prose,
Until elementary lords,
Teach elementary oppose,
To sophist tradition,
Among kitchen women,
teaching poor renditions,
of the stereotypical even.
A collection of bones,
Is nothing but,
Sophists label rock, and stones,
Confusion between causes rebut, 
Both deny their implied root,
Eventually becoming societies bigfoot.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-08 12:00 am

Depressed, never to make lasting impression.
A denizen of hope to never make the finish.
Yet gladly they have made no procession,
A gentleman leaves, not extincting the fish;
Yet, gladly the simple fish onward,
Unrealized is their colony of cowards,
No love and no goal worked toward,
Fools with lofty goals pulled Earthwards,
Nobody cheers as the people awe.
Nobody cares as the people stand jaw slack.
Nobody leers in care as they're not the law,
Nobody fares well, so they want old law back.

However the rulebook of old is lost.
Common sense now too far past is post.

Aharon Yosef

2014-10-05 12:00 am

Twisted moment making maidens kill heirs,
Violent hatred found only in pairs,
Dea, a deo exigitur, et deo accitos a mater.
Words that confine us will lead us to birth,
Sounds of the first man were cast upon Earth.
Cum dea exhorrent, cum dea so fair.
Cum dea horret, she shakes away care.

Aharon Yosef

2014-10-05 12:00 am

Soul filling everything,
You emerge from all,
Thus filling my soul.

Earth is mine mazily,
Will you leave me here, dying?
Between the shallows and the sky.

Nights gallop passing me,
Birds peck out the stars,
Thus we fall so far apart.

Crystal moon, it waits in peace,
Softly as mine eyes take autumn,
No crystal flakes that taste the breeze,
No barcarolle to be sung solemn,

Casting nets emphatically,
Thrashed by your oceanic eyes,
Thus reprising my demise.

I create when I embosom keys,
Muster up thoughts I pull from,
Throwing mine out to the wind,
Zephyrus mine soul in tandem.

Soul filling everything,
You emerge from all,
Thus tearing me apart.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-02 12:00 am

Upon the throne, no one will falter,
No deeper prose, nor dragon exalted.
Asia proceeds onward in laughter,
For the west has loans now defaulted.
Conceding mass fortune to misspent wealth,
Preferring concert above eating well,
Discoursing doctors say priority on health,
Referring to a disease that fell,
Not preventative well being.
Nor representative of the well read,
For mass appeal is just seeing.
The senses infinite within a small thread,
Only known to those rolling with laughter,
Callused so thick they survive the rapture.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-02 12:00 am

Apocalypse they prepped for never came,
For mother never even prepared for birth,
All, Among the leaves rot the same,
Yet none bother to even feed the earth.
For all that shoots becomes hostile,
Especially in the face of a newcomer;
Lowe the god that shoots the tile,
Bottle similar to that of his newborn.
Quoth the bottle: Leave my spirit,
No man burdened by free will,
Suppose the throttle is under skirt,
No man burnt will be free to chill.
Suppose we see our freedom filled,
Then who benchmarks freedom stilled?

The Paraffin One

2014-10-01 12:00 am

No glance, only mention of Descartes,
Reference is lost in the moment,
Youth culture stole musical art,
Changed preference to non-impotent.
Where is left for the lost artist?
No venue for the middle aged artisans,
So it seems in bed, as the allegorist,
All hurt for the chorus of musicians,
However bedrooms are the preferred court.
Aptly put nobody pays cash anymore,
And some end up overpaid in sport,
Wailing are the preferred poor,
However, nobody screams out of valor,
So everybody must scream out in squalor.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-01 12:00 am

Tragically the adolescence columbine,
Society takes blame for outlier.
Yet take no blame for the combine,
Priority is lost to class tier.
Yet they see no problem, all is well.
As long as one future desire's feces,
Vast open fields with enemies to fell,
Yet they see no problem in our species,
Masking an issue too virtuous to kill.
The children need guidance,
More knowledge and less grades.
For man is always capable of buoyance,
Only starting of poor knowledge in trades.

Perhaps they missed the lessons available,
Perhaps the guidelines made them incapable.