0 Novina Alfe
2016-02-16 12:00 am
Is it just enough to look at the roughness of your hands do you ponder over the texture complexion and remember how each scar got there do you take the time to examine who they loved and who they hate WHO tears they wiped away and on whose face I know you look at them often do you use them just to pray or used them to play with your prey amen do you use them to take pictures of the Sun when it rise do you use them to heal hearts or just leave marks on degraded body parts your hands your hands do you keep them clean have they shed innocent blood have they robbed the lowly one have they said hello thank you and please is the look of toughness just a disguise a way to fool people who sympathize with their eyes your hands your hands do you use them just to eat do they feed the needy do they try to make peace do you praise them for a job well done do you use them to raise a good son surely you let them rest after you just bust one and by bust I mean nutt and by nutt I mean there's nothing new under the Sun so how do you plead guilty or innocent Mr mirror man do you have killing or healing hands
The Sophist
2015-10-26 12:00 am
Dreams in retrospect viewed. No different than the rest when in viewing. Knowledge dissecting truth into smaller units. Methodological skepticism without self-refuting. Meditations doubting everything true in fake fables formed during youth, phantasming a demon by which we're utterly fooled. We goofed; trusted senses fool-proofed with no proof. Jiving to a wonderful groove. We lived in the exterior world; above my demon's roof. Your senses are lying, your dreams are not separate. Even your innermost thoughts are a ruse. Have a good night at work, while away the time brethren.
The Sophist
2015-05-13 12:00 am
A charge upon thee, Assault upon my person, Trigger of my dignity, Myth'll make it worsen, Find two and two as three, Head hung beneath a merkel, Abhoring Greek, Abhoring Roman, Abhor mythology. Abhor to write or speak. When weakness strong, And braveness weak. And as we sleep, No longer fly, No longer laugh, No longer climbing trees, Our dreams are gone, As a treat, We put pure reason in our mouths, Infected with disease. Veins infected too, Running to my finger tips, Swelling to the moon, Back into my wrist, Swaying to the tune, In need of amethyst. To cure me of my drunken state, Kiss me with your teeth, Make me feel your pain, Then kiss me with your drunken lips. Burn the greatest books, Whisper greatest stories, Slowly back away from bliss, Lying down, Accept defeat, Merrily, Ideas are but temperless.
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.
The Paraffin One
2014-09-15 12:00 am
No wave easily embraces a shore, Yet broken it finds solace soars. Beyond is sea, pale godless, No effect easily saves scores. Yet a violin plays of the whore, Upon the pier, praying for goddesses. A boat launches without birth mother, Father never sees need for guidances, Tragedy is compassions' like brother, Yet time must pass or we tarnish each other. My tragedy at sea was like no other: I believed in no Poseidon of fate. So I found no place safe to wallow, Waves endlessly chased my starboard, Port too was nothing but ocean onward, So I trumpet ironic prayers for rain, Anything to wash away my shameful act.
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
2014-08-05 12:00 am
My Nicomachean ethics dictate every day, Every day I sleep until I'm late, I place blame on my friends and family, Regarding problems I create, Leading all our lives astray, I pay friends to rape my fiance, Go to church, kneel down, and pray. I waste my life away, Raise my kids like JonBenet, Rotten melons in Easter hay, So well my part I play, Shadows fades, the suns awake. Used socks left a-hang, Stinking up the atrium of the Global Chalet.
The Sophist
2014-06-19 12:00 am
Oy Vey, A Mogwai of a brain, Nibbled after midnight, Now unable to maintain. They say, We can move to Hogewey, We can spend time doing nothing, We can piss away our days.
The Sophist
2014-06-17 12:00 am
Youth dreamed a smiling father, Age and wisdom despise it, Youth aimed at trying faltered, Where misfortune is a muse, Poor ol' fortune is abused. Handed off and thrown away, Opulence burnt dead thrones, Meaning in our days are found, Amongst marginalia on headstones.
The Sophist
2014-06-13 12:00 am
All life delenda est¹, Heterogeneous minds develop post-deletion, War, Children, it's just a shot away, Rape; a murderous arrest. All life lived best, Mental quest yearning soul completion. War, Children, it's just a shot away, This is only a test. Footnotes: 1. delenda est latin for 'to be destroyed'.
The Sophist
2014-05-15 12:00 am
Prithee those afore me, Leave or die away, If only for a moment, Prithee chance to meditate.
Kodyboi
2014-05-07 12:00 am
You have to swear Swear to love loving me, This trailer will last forever, We must have a story-book ending. With a happy end game. I swear to never go away. I swear to never put aside, The things I'm gonna say. To the stagehand, I will never confide. Use your eyes only to look at me. Use your piss-soaked, whore mouth, Only to kiss my whore lips. We are branches of the 21st century. You can laugh only if you laugh at me. You can cry only if you cry for me. Forget what you're condemned to be. Can't you see? You filthy cur, You always were, You always will be. You used to Willoughby so nice I should see a doctor, Who could keep trains from hitting me. But A jealous woman would suffice, She makes it easy to see coffers. She knows I'll defrost to keep pace. Opinion will change, but at steep cost. It also may take a while, So smile for the time being. I'm feeling poor in the stomach, My head is spinning and I feel like a fool. I think it's about time I change the rules.
The Sophist
2014-04-21 12:00 am
In the name of women's rights, Two young men get pissed and die, By the blade in his own hand, By the rope he himself tied. In the name of women's rights, To never find out why, To never hear converse opinions, A mental homicide. Bitches screaming loudly, 'til their voices touch the sky. A lot of them are guys, Barring men from their own brethren, In the name of women's rights. Hoards of them unite; Birds in search of civil war, Spread their wings in flight, Planning only in the sun. They tear away the night, Blocking doors and bearing torches, Forcing entry via fight. As such, I fear I might, Find my way to unknown speaker, And be confronted via knife, By fanatics without wives, Or fanatics without husbands, Living stark perverted lives.
The Sophist
2014-04-01 12:00 am
BGEA, Time to bash on gays, Time to bash on Asian food, Don't just bash to haze. Bash some fucking heads in too, Bash some fucking brains, Bashing all the lunatics, I'll bash them all insane, I'm bashful in my private life, Bashing costumes in the gaze, Bashed my own head full of dreams, Abashed, I bashed them all away.
Gord
2014-03-14 12:00 am
A virtuoso steps away from the masons of his craft; He claps and they turn on robotically, After lighting up himself; Lightning cracks, He cracks up himself, Robots personify and become addicts; They releases CD's, He personifies the 80's, or the 90's on every single tracks. 8 EP's later he releases the exact same thing out.
Dusti Rodes
2014-03-12 12:00 am
Bluesman. He was jist sat there. Strummin' away. Softly. Striking vacant chords. Filled full Of notes. In various hues Of the Blues.
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