The Sophist
2016-02-22 12:00 am
The Sophist speaks of years forlorn. Breathing in the ears of corn. "What mercy does a savage make? What pity do the foolish take? They take one step, and nothing more." The Sophist speaks of emeralds. So green and dope for sure. So dope! So dope, Oh, And Green! For sure... Found but lost before, Lost for all eternity, Now He's found for sure. The Sophist still confused by waves, Playing seashells on the shore. Scarcely eats, Softly prays, The Sophist sings in uniform.
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
Rebecca Cherrington
2016-02-15 12:00 am
His beauty is beyond compare His powerful stance and hypnotic stare! His orange and black exterior Makes all other species look inferior He stalks his prey with majestic grace The concentration on his expressive face! A beautiful animal from head to tail tip But undeniable power in his vice like grip The unofficial King of cats That poachers kill to make fancy mats His beautiful tiger should be left alone Maybe in another time zone! (C) RCherrington
The Sophist
2016-01-26 12:00 am
Languish and pine farcically. Anguish behind bars I speaked. Sleep, breathe, and piss poetic imagery. Retards stillborn incestuously, then beaten. Death of a feeble pure breed, bleeding. Derelict to think souls leave and vanish. Remembrance lacking evilly. Evanescence; Drowning of a water lily.
Gord
2015-11-10 12:00 am
Cross bred are the soldiers, Artists common to the last works, Finality of human soul is earth. Salt So dietary it kills the world.
The Sophist
2015-10-23 12:00 am
A number persists through time Indefinitely Water boils Bones grind Triangle galaxy Amen Blacks die Highest degree Long playing records Elohim chimes The year we killed Jesus Then peaced His age Crucified Collection of East deities Battling basketball teams Meaning of life Hoping that I Get an invite to Club 33
The Sophist
2015-09-21 12:00 am
Three loveless dynasties divine. Providence in sheep inside. Bleeding, 'Treating to be blinded. The Feigning Suicidals. Three peasants covering their eyes, Not displaying thoughts inside. Blinded, 'Treating to be bleeding. A hopeless heart reciting. Bed made and three pillows aligned. Love lost 'tween a bout and twine. Meaning, Ends of never starting, Twelve sorrows between two hearts. Twelve hearts; Their grief imparting. Twelve stars align to follow charts. Cosmic games of skeet in the dark. Teeming, Conducted by the stars; An opera of three parts. The loveless damned to be confined, Only singing chorus lines. Finding love within their sources. Slamming on their desks with sore fists. Bed tossed and our feelings opined. Love found 'tween a tackle and twine. Value, Still, But still restarts, Twelve griefs of an ardent heart. Earnestly, Your soul departing.
The Sophist
2015-09-10 12:00 am
Day 1: No stoic women and no false metal, Living the life, Inside of a kettle. Hopping and jumping, Trying to escape. Grinding my teeth, While the symphony plays. "Does it feel great?" "Yeah, it really feels great." "Now what should I do?" "I'll cry the next day." Weeping, Watching the moon start to settle. Disappear too soon below false nettle. "With such regret I will miss when I die, So I dream to escape the world I deny." Day 2: I sleep; The moon and my mind both settle. I no longer jump; Steam fills my kettle. These stoic women; Fawns for false metal. Living my own life; Fit in fine fettle.
Gord
2015-09-03 12:00 am
He puts on his cap, Regardless of a bat or bases, His face is just like his dads, So they clap. Beyond a pale horse is forever-after. Regardless of initial fervor lacking. Many men look upon a hill backing, Ocean drying the Earth's pasture. So they have.
The Sophist
2015-07-13 12:00 am
Twilight of the twelve queers; So twisted and obscured. We act as though we understand them; Though with fear. Twelve steers led by a steer. In twelve straight abstractions. A beast walks without ears. Travelling wayward through swelled sounds, Unable to hear. Walking billions upon billions of miles to see; Infinitude of the spheres.
The Sophist
2015-06-09 12:00 am
I have grown with the band, When I couldn't sleep, When I lack intrinsic wake. When I watch them take the world; I feel I do the same. Symphony for a pilgrim's soul, Divine beyond these finite words, I dream to see them live. That bond will never break. Forget not, Those tunes will never leave my brain, Akashic records play forever; Even in my grave, I'll always love those men; So much it's prolly gay.
wanderer
2015-05-05 12:00 am
I lie eagerly awaiting for your return exhilarated by the thought of your lips once again touching my famished soul anew, then by the light of the moon you hesitantly came, first, a gentle, subtle caress gingerly knocking on my sands then a gradual deluge, enveloping consuming, the whole stretch of my being and as I lie prostrate , ecstatic with our intimacy, you have once again retreated silently to the mighty vastness of your benefactor.., But you shall never be mine, for the ocean is a jealous lover. and I am eternally condemned to be your willing mistress caught in this perpetual longing waiting anticipating desiring For the next cycle....
Bhat Naieem
2015-04-20 12:00 am
Whenever i open My wallet And have a glance Of your angelic brow I gaze and gaze And keep gazing, Floods rise In my eyes My heart overflows Emotions and pain, Deep inside, cold wind Of need and desire blows, And the flashes Of all past memories Conquere My mind, And my emotions flow thru my pen So, I'm caging The days Of your gracefullness And my heart In the immortal words of my poem And after centuries While they Read me They will see You Beatiful And young , For my heart And my Words Would never Let you Grow grey Bhat Naieem All Rights Reserved
Gord
2015-04-03 12:00 am
Voice 3: Forgive and forget, Tear and set, Vie and vet, Live and let. Yet, This I forgive? I will not set my own bones, I wish to ride stone to Set. Ptolemaic as it may be, I pray for death. Voice 2: I pray for rain, Simple as it may seem, It delays the contrary, It is all it should be. Love as loved same, Wish not for pain, Wish for the gods to delay it. Fish not for enemy graves, Fish for a handshake sentient. Voice 3: The bastard dies regardless. King, czar of inaction ardent.
Gord
2015-02-18 12:00 am
Voice 6: Voice 5: Impart not, depart impassioned. Skirt not around the main subject, Constrict yourself within contract, Remain slack, what remains lacks. Often gold is only plated brass. Voice 6: Massive injuries cost my crawl, A future gone, Even barring expectation, I could bawl tragic. Should Atlas drop the ball, Just expecting God catch it? I want no tricks nor magic. Voice 4: There shall be no magic, silly tricks or dancing, Only men upon a battlefield. Some dead, some laughing. For if you could take a life, I could take a life. Only without procrastinating. I will bring a squire only, No men will hold you down, Assuming no-one eviscerates me, only father shall go to town, my final wish being a canary.
Gord
2015-02-11 12:00 am
ACT I: The brother of the first protagonist challenges the first antagonist to a duel, during which the wife of the first antagonist interferes on the battle causing the brother of the first protagonist to be slain. The right hand man of the first protagonist slays the first antagonist in revenge, during which the wife of the first antagonist flees. The right hand man of the first protagonist is injured, and takes a much longer period to reach home than the wife of the first antagonist. The wife of the first antagonist spread false rumors of cheating on the side of the brother of the first protagonist, and takes a secret lover as her new husband. ACT II: A long period passes and the first protagonist agrees to battle both the first antagonists wife and her new husband, who looks to regain the honor of his small kingdom against the wealth and influence of the wealthy protagonist. During the battle, a man who looks alike to the first protagonist (second antagonist) shows up and watches over the battle as the first protagonist slays both the first antagonists' wife and her husband. As he celebrates his victory, the second antagonist slays the first protagonist with an arrow, and his right hand man disposes of the bodies. ACT III: A short period passes with no word of a victor on either side and the wife of the first protagonist has a breakdown, and she dies just before her husbands funeral. During the ceremony the second antagonist shows up and declares that he is alive, and had just fallen into a river during their battle after slaying them both. A great celebration is held in his honor during which he does not question where his wife is until the right hand man of the first protagonist mentions it, which raises his suspicions. The Right Hand Man of the first protagonist is demoted whole the right hand man of the second antagonist is promoted. ACT IV: The second protagonist (RHM of the first protagonist) attempts to gain evidence against the second antagonist, however, the second antagonist falls ill and dies. The second protagonist gains evidence of the truth at the second protagonists funeral, but chooses not to reveal the sensitive information, and instead plans to slay the right hand man of the second antagonist, although he has reached a high ranking position since his arrival, especially as his name was left a large inheritance by the second antagonist.
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