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.
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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.
The Paraffin One
2014-09-26 12:00 am
Less tragedy found, less existence. Scathing review of society liberated, Less imagination and less acceptance. Perhaps in a basement wired fascinated;
The Sophist
2014-09-25 12:00 am
Decay and the rifle alone. Censored by Gods as cold winter snow passes men stuck in glop as it blows. Who knows? What the fuck does a soul call a home? Accepting ideals without gloves being shown. Refuting belief but still knowing that something transcends all of time, space, math, and the know-how. Gloating but feeling in pain for lost souls turned wayward, corrupt, or depraved by the fallout. Take it in, as it turns out, by talking in strides with the crowds. Softly speak glop when it counts. Slowly speak up, and never speak out.
The Paraffin One
2014-09-25 12:00 am
Empty Silence tops a rattle of chain, A whores horse then tries to evade. To no avail, assailants fear no pain. Those that must then ply their trade. Grasping flail, to no avail legitimate, For none is literate in God. Often assumption made inconsiderate, For law cares not if grass is sod. That said, what lies here is often not. Opinion tends to be but a clod tempest, Consensus leaning toward an insane plot, Mass opine religion of uneducated priest. Green reds now shake with blue collars. Only masons of insured welfare collard'.
The Paraffin One
2014-09-18 12:00 am
Classlessly the entire generation asks, Perchance who is to breathe this air? Perhaps they know not of gasses, How easy they are to acquire, wherever. Why not just call someone a thief? Why not a liar, or simple cheat? For selling someone a leaf, Calling gold that found among peat. Couldn't ignorance be but a plea? With no common ground to stand, Everything you see marketing fleas, Ticks suddenly drop in market demand. Concept, is a concept if you understand conception. The epitome of tomorrow claim they never got the lesson.
The Paraffin One
2014-09-18 12:00 am
A bridge too far is a bridge too far. Simply put it goes beyond. Unnecessarily a player struggles, To play an off-key yawn, Play chords, save the trouble. Nobody listens anyway inside of a bar. Bridges that lead to beyond, Then abruptly end in the sea. Why turn from sea so calm? You could jump to freedom.
The Paraffin One
2014-09-16 12:00 am
Crime rate bears no relevance, As evidence now confesses, Relatively they decide evidence. An industry denies its heritage, Evidently they know confused: Rage declines its benefits, Never does it consider time, Crime is of no relevance, As victims now stand blameless.
The Paraffin One
2014-09-16 12:00 am
So before my light extinguished, I'll least try my hardest, Exploring every possible cavern, In hopes of holding my interest.
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
2014-09-11 12:00 am
This content is irrelevant, More often too irreverent, Artist holds a reverence, For using but one element. All one needs is a beat and a mantra, A beat and a mantra, A beat and a mantra, A beat and a mantra.
The Sophist
2014-09-08 12:00 am
Oh, I'm tired of secrets, While I'm fighting off wolves, I'm tired of insomia, While sleeping in the woods. Oh, I'm afraid; That this whole world may be depraved, And the only thing I lived for stabbed me in a prank. My life, My Brother, And my old friend; Slowly insert the dagger again. The life that I saw 'fore me is dead; So slowly insert the dagger again. Forever I'll die and you'll stay a mess.
The Sophist
2014-09-05 12:00 am
Smoke-filled and yearning childhood friend, Slowly insert the dagger again, He's dead, Never in my eyes, Ever in my head, A snake transforms to rope, Burning at both ends.
Gord
2014-09-05 12:00 am
A cell is the only home I've ever known, Ad hominem, myself, let you down, I know. A child dreams of life in a home, with love, Only way of attaining goals is selling drugs. My father was a bad influence growing up, His father was a bad influence, when he was growing up, Now that I've grown up, I've decided to be one myself. The Phoenix Rises again, To be condemned to a cell.
Gord
2014-09-05 12:00 am
Slane Girl I wish I were Giving head to my peers All these feelings ecstasy brings Lack of self control teenagers portray No ecstasy feelings linger No hand from my peers Wish I weren't Slane Girl
Gord
2014-09-05 12:00 am
I write oral histories, Stories, opened on lies. So everyone else a liar. I'm not of their kind, Though, I seem like-minded. I seem to like it tough, So your head and cough, I've gotta do my job.
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