The Sophist

2014-06-24 12:00 am

They told me to love not,
Or so the way it seems,
Now everyone loves but me,
Critics embraced, 
Mystics fought,
Sweet love to never be,
A conversation over tea,
Medusian eyes stoned, 
My forearms to my knees,
Huddled, statued, 'splayed in local park,
Monument to those cold and alone,
Monument of a man without a heart.

Gord

2014-06-20 12:00 am

Truant of answers they ask questions.
How dare you darken a world?
How can you blacken a pearl?
Life lessons and cheap metaphors.
By having sex with your girl,
After her father finished with her.

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

2014-06-18 12:00 am

Abeyant for the fall of man,
Obeyant utilitarian,
To be killed by robot tanks,
Brought to life and killed again.

To turn the world into a sun,
Instead I'll long to own the moon,
No muse but she, the only one,
Her darkness tears my skin of gloom.

Bottled pride,
A drunk misuse,
Beauty whore'd out to the masses,
All could be in bliss without,
Fragile multitudes,
No doubt, 
My love is better glass-less.

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.

Gord

2014-06-16 12:00 am

Those with arsenic bedfellows, exposed.
Due to the TV show they gained exposure.
Closure to a chapter of chaos and rapture.
Posturing to a new hope, classically,
In hope that he masters poseur culture²;
How dramatically he captures folk,
Beards sip wine in¹ balcony of their brother.
It's the framework of laughter;
Silently I laugh as they excuse them both³,
Rendering their will less valid, excusing oath;
Adopting a framework of passtimes,
Instead of finding, lying among those guilty,
Chastising the filthy for soiled torn clothing.
Discarding carelessly the heart of an oak,
Instead of seeding they favour blind hope;
Sans man, would the trees still grow?
Forlorn will animals flourish?
The hands of man conceive the future, though,
Often he lacks the means to nourish.
The man will scream of price of grain, though,
Often he just lacks the means for omnipotence.

Footnotes:
1. latin for 'on the'
2. i.e. hipsters
3. unnecessary explanations given

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'.

Gord

2014-06-13 12:00 am

I hear them cat-calling: amateur poet;
I see that we have auteurs present.
Thank you for your enjoyment.
Please come again to show.

You all know so god damn much of artistic integrity.

Gord

2014-06-11 12:00 am

I dander,
To her I cling tightly,
In her I find me.
In me she finds her;
So clothesline or a ligature,
Is just a state of mind being.
At least, that's what I'm seeing;

So I pander,
I find the back end of a hand,
Which leaves me more filled with anger.
Yet everyday I manage.

Until I found out the sun is dangled,
So perhaps too, the moon is dangled,
Leaving me in anger.
My love in the clutches of another,
My whole life fandangled;

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.

EQ

2014-06-03 12:00 am

Statement to what. 
State What. 
I am not guilty of the charge of capital murder. 
Steal me and my family's money. 
My truth will always be my truth. 
There is no kin and no friend; 
No fear what you do to me. 
No kin to you undertaker. 
Murderer. 
Go to hell. 
Get my money. 
Give me my rights. 
Give me my rights. 
Give me my rights. 
Give me my life back.

The Sophist

2014-05-29 12:00 am

For you my love, 
A katana and five white chrysanthemums. 
The highest honor in a land of comfort women;
Bukakke warrior yellow cabs.
For you my love,
Crazed stalker and a madman,
Advance radionics will make you love me too.
Or see how I love you,
For you my love,
Peacefulness,
Awareness,
All of this was made and arranged,
For you my love,
Tiffany

Gord

2014-05-29 12:00 am

The rates remain,
In fact,
Let the rape remain,
In tact.
A Genghis plan,
No time for mathematics,
The Queen's virginity remains intact.
The people's impassivity remains fact.
Humanity needs a savior,
The mimicry drains that.
A finality,
For in the end, in synchronicity,
Invincibly the choir sings.
However dismissively,
Lyrically they sing lit matches.
For historically we lived like bastards.

The Sophist

2014-05-28 12:00 am

From dying lips was told,
A tale of winters melting wax,
Turning summers cold.
Stranger tales we will betell,
I'm sure,
Stranger sights we will behold.
Forever we will speak the truth,
Except regarding days of yore.

The Sophist

2014-05-26 12:00 am

If you could go back and change your life,
You look back on your strife?
Would I go back and change mine?
I look back and my life is changed daily.
For the better?
Questionable.
I look back at my life deranged gayly.
For the most part; 
Insatiable.
Satiated in my adolescence with hot knives 
hot paperclips unwinded
on hot tables 
while a hot ocean waited for hot iron;
Not able.
Enough quotes from a world of war to be the next supreme 
gentleman,
I changed my life enough to know that truth is irrevocable,
I'd choke a bull for a chance at life less like a festival 
of Bedouins negligible.

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.