The Sophist

2016-08-28 12:00 am

Sides of my mouth
Beaten and battered
Cucumber
Cheese
Salted crackers

The Sophist

2016-08-22 12:00 am

Heart Aches
Mine too
No matter what we say or do
Outtakes
Passing by me
Passing through
Outpost of the things I knew
I'll post about it 
Just to view
Last daze
Or maybe two
I'm sure that I will think of you
Darker days
There shines imbued
With brighter light of deeper hue
I sing
Though out of tune
Of hope this light will shine on you
Show us where we lost it all
Show me if your love is true

Gord

2016-08-18 12:00 am

Nothing of a light inside,
No desire for burning fire,
No mercy or desire, already alight,
Stammering as you admonish,
Changing that astonishing,
Changing again as you end,
Foreshadowing verbiage you admire.
Only my wendigo sees my ambitions,
And only others fear my desires.

The Sophist

2016-08-05 12:00 am

Alight with love he throws awry,
Pursuing human desire and fortune.
Poor reptile intellect, ignorant,
Jabbing until he finds himself.

Gord

2016-07-21 12:00 am

Haphazard he stumbles onward,
Following steps of a baron fool,
Limestone of illegal procurement,
Staring until the day drew longer,
No longer appropriate for knocking.
Waking to the inevitable pain,
On his steps a brother slain,
The lawn full of corvettes.
In the end he laid himself,
An afterlife misspent.

Gord

2016-07-19 12:00 am

A cold man prays for food.
A fed man prays for heat.
The rest pray obsolete,
Needing very little.
Pittance and a needle,
Praying a life discrete.
Peering through sheets,
Never seeing sunlight,
Only what cannot be,
and the divine.

Gord

2016-07-15 12:00 am

I wish I could be like you,
So fucking great,
The Grand Satan I erase.
With time they wash away,
despite their wish to stay.

Gord

2016-07-14 12:00 am

He pursues love,
Happiness in the sun,
While they feel nothing,
Canon blazing, wailing,
with no larger attack.
He can live with that,
As long as he can live again.

Gord

2016-07-12 12:00 am

In his future he sees tired coughing,
But the seer mundane usually finds nothing,
Only peering back upon seared meat,
Apparently to be, or feel something.

Caravans of the sky desire furniture,
Of which the past robbed the future,
Paradigms of the mind flipped suture,
Lying prone as a feat of nature.

Mary Steffen

2016-07-03 12:00 am

Times of your life 
Tomorrow a new day
You may slice things with a knife
You have your own say
Always forgive
Do everything to live

Gord

2016-06-30 12:00 am

Ire of the God that creates,
Pasty hands, adoration of the fans,
And regret of a moving caste,
Published spine of too much paste,
Toiled upon by uninitiated masons.
Cannot we end this race?
Show tolerance instead of patience?
Forget the genocide of ideals,
Lest we deal in inaccurate traits.

Mary Steffen

2016-06-20 12:00 am

Golden star shines on
Days shine on
You are rising star

Mary Steffen

2016-06-11 12:00 am

Stallion run
Land of free
Out having all fun

Mary Steffen

2016-06-10 12:00 am

Going on and on
Reach for stars
Reaching for future

James Williamson

2016-06-09 12:00 am

Crystal eyes. 
By:James Williamson 


Pierce through me 
with your crystal eyes. 
Look deep down to
my shame and 
to all things hidden. 

Allow me only my breath, 
Inhale and exhale. 
We will test our limits, 
as perspiration on my face 
begins to glisten. 

You are my lonesome 
shadow, the dagger 
between my breast plate 
causing unforseen pain, yet
If pulled out results in my demise. 

So look deep my dear
past my darkness, fears 
and hatred.See my heart, cradle 
it so maybe it will become like you, 
vulnerable and crystallize. 

James Williamson

2016-06-09 12:00 am

The spirit of a stallion. 
By:James Williamson 


A wandering spirit lives in me, 
no board or brick may be my home. 
With the soul of a stallion, 
through this world I will forever roam. 

Consisting of a two stallion band, 
only me and my lack of trust. 
We run towards the unknown future,
followed closely behind by regretful memories and clouds of dust. 

My shadow is my mistress, 
the world is my wife.
She is where my heart lies, 
and when I am tired of running, 
she will take my life. 

Until then I will drink from the sea, 
and gaze into oceans of black. 
From the world my heart emerged, 
and when it beats for her no more, 
she will submerge it back. 

My spirit is a stallion, 
forever running until I ache. 
A thousand times in this life, 
my brittle heart will shatter. 
Yet solid remains my soul, 
that no one can ever break. 

Mary Steffen

2016-06-08 12:00 am

summer beginnings
world changes within our soul
a new tomorrow

The Sophist

2016-05-26 12:00 am

Deep in the forest
Between pleasure and pain
Screams are so violent
Yet silence remains
How often do you think of me?
Or remember my name?
Am I just a memory?
Or do you ever think of me?

Stridently hopeless
Lotso' talk about games
Stammers to silence
There it goes again again
How often do you think of me?
Or remember my name?
Am I just a memory?
Or do you even think of me all?

Tomorrow, if you picture it;
Another chance to witness someone else's bliss
And envy it
And live your life in envying
Green both in your mind and in your skin
Clad in purple cloth worn to protect your sins
And mourn the loss of love you stitched into it

Around me I see
Ghosts of a memory
Smoke in the air I breathe
A complete lack of energy
Dogmatic discomfort
Dogmatic disbelief
Friends crushing my dreams
Becoming the enemy

I'm Building a fortress
To honor my name
To scream at the silence
To wander in pain
To wonder in fantasy
Living each day the same
Do you ever think of me?
Or am I just a memory?

Deep in the forest
Between pleasure and pain
Screams are so violent
Yet silence remains
How often do you think of me?
Or remember my name?
Am I just a memory?
Or did you ever think of me at all?