The Sophist

2014-06-10 12:00 am

As acumen abjects, 
Objectors expect to see;
Families dissecting tragically,
A death in the humanities,
Favor to the selfless vanities,
That favor self-indulged reality,
Unfavoring the human breed,
With all due respect,
I don' respect the scene,
I don' spect to pass unseen,
By turning 'round in leave,
I'll levitate with ease,
Every package needing fleet,
Sans rest sleeping on my feet,
Life absurd in retrospect.

The Sophist

2014-06-04 12:00 am

A worldview bittersweet,
Sweet world viewed bitterly,
Reigning trembling defeat,
Bare-feet rambling d'street.

The Sophist

2014-05-20 12:00 am

"Perchance to make music to move them.
Your music is blandly, boringly, gruesome."

"Your attitude's gruesome. Perchance to make music to sooth 
them of their hideous minds lost in loathsome confusion. Let 
me be eaten by dogs if it means not bowing to the flogs cast 
by unjust retribution. Perchance to be cat's paw; to flog 
yarn worlds strewn loose by melodic volution."

"Your mind's in dilution. All these ideals are depraved 
convolutions."

"My mind's in Confucians. I seek absolution while you seek 
out a stage to pimp tone prostitution. Fucking air pollution 
is what it is, no good contribution in the vast 
distribution of data and discs."

"You're best substitution; you just add trills or a long
resolution."

"I swear I do more than just posture and bull shit with 
forms and techniques, curse your persecution!"

"Curse us. Goodbye, writ of execution!"

Gord

2014-05-16 12:00 am

I screw up, just before the exit,
Re-schedule my days upon lighting torches,
Renewing an old love for delightful corpses.
See to it that the girl is pleasur'd.

No golden god summoned will even touch her,
No other lover to serve under,
I sure shit the bed on this one.
Previewing future proves absolute doom.
My wife loves the taste of blood, 
I spend my life providing it to her.

The Sophist

2014-05-14 12:00 am

Perchance to live in witness,
Stars burst and rearrange,
Radiantly crumbling,
As charcoal'd skies remain.

Bemeeting life with endless bliss,
This bears repeat in ways,
Beyond the charcoal skies and souls,
A single voice remains,
A single man to compliment,
Beyond the stars there lays,
An endless charcoal firmament,
Muse of all my days.

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

2014-05-02 12:00 am

If you think,
You are probably failing;
The system designed,
For Confusion.
Mass sanity waning,
Or so I find,
Mass devolution,
Mass losing of minds.

Give me death or give me liberty,
To build dreams out of my reveries,
To deny myself to occupy,
'Til all of land is free,
'Til land taxes aweigh,
Streets still paved and cleaned.

If you think,
They are probably hailing,
Controlling your mind,
With delusions.
If you are training,
To think 'Occupy',
That's mass prostitution,
Truly controlling your mind.

Give me death or give me liberty,
To build dreams out of my reveries,
Tell them at a campfire,
How good it feels to breath,
When I fly above the trees.
It's not awake to think,
The only way to stay cosane,
Dream vast absurdities.

Known Chumpsky

2014-04-30 12:00 am

I'm no pedophile; I teach pedagogy and scream at young 
kids to choke on my cock meat. A Gnome Chomping; I eat 
out the ass of a known chumpsky. Tasteless with no class.
Classically awful on molly. Noam Chomsky.

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

2014-04-21 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.

Aharon Yosef

2014-04-14 12:00 am

Vested in reality,
Blood of beasts and saints.
Destin blind with empathy,
Believing self divinely great.
And I suppose that's fine?
I mean, Hey;
What of judgements cast as mine?
Howbeit, 
What of judgements cast as they?
Pretending watch though eyes are blind.
Lay my head in shallow water,
Watch my face in clouds pass by.
Let me drown as hallowed fodder,
The message, 
Nearing.
The message,
Fie!
Simple timeless truths elude us.
Clouds in our heads,
Dreams in our skies.

Gord

2014-04-11 12:00 am

I log in online,
Most likely I'm confined,
   or retarded.
Online I can be anything I wanted.
Like I can be a dog,
and eat a dog's food,
I'm the average aspoet user.

I Have a sexual fetish,
With no sexual elements.
Eat clementine oranges,
Receive my erections,
Pointed in your direction.

Un-anointed poets are bereft.
The bottom of the page is best.
They re-post the date and the city.
Supplement updates how their feeling,
While they manage to omit their audacity.
Masterfully crafting their art: Re-posting.

The Sophist

2014-04-10 12:00 am

It's not easy being green.
It's not easy helping people make their own disease.
My name is Unimportant; 
I carry scopolamine flowers,
And I pay nothing for it.
My name?
I'm Confused;
I carry scopolamine flowers giving greetings profound.
Playing God of the hour,
Fleeting bodies abound.
Falter and fumble and fall to the ground;
Witnessing light of a paradise found.
Leading the blind,
With my feeble eyes,
Misplaced moral outrage,
Attempts to rewind.
To see druidic days,
Where there's bodies unfounded.
Peat bogs set ablaze,
Simple murders unsounded,
Lacking cause,
Mental haze killing thousands,
Our future disgraced,
Pelves smashed and heads pounded.

The Sophist

2014-04-09 12:00 am

First Epoch

Remaining austere,
Regaining sophistication,
Antonio tore us,
Your all-known creation,
Teaching the Sophist the true contemplation.

Second Epoch

Antonio Torres in poor destitution,
For the music they play is pure prostitution,
Well-tempered lyres swelling vast elocution,
Conception of torrents of great contribution.

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.

Gord

2014-04-04 12:00 am

Wait Waist!
Stay in Place!
I should've eaten more at subway.
I aimed at abstaining, dammit.

Gord

2014-03-26 12:00 am

Wagonwheels, they do appeal,
My stomach reveals lessons.
Six is my limit.
I should not eat a seventh.