Gord

2014-05-15 12:00 am

So low, I write solos. solo.
No hope, no dope, no jenkem,
To inhale into my lungs alone.
No friends to inhale with.
My redemption will be none.
Album sales will resemble past figures.
One.

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.

Gord

2014-05-14 12:00 am

I no longer scribble rhymes,
Rather my squiggles deny harim.
I charm snakes to pilot pilots.
Writing to merely appease the miser:
Metaphor of all those wiser than him.

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.

Gord

2014-05-14 12:00 am

A man comes to understand,
Only as is printed.
Lifted from the past,
The word casts its witness.
Powering part of a pattern,
The flower grows mathematically.

The Sophist

2014-05-13 12:00 am

My Life,
My Soul,
I am my own,
I am my everything,
My Sight,
So Foul,
To live perforce,
To Hell with destiny.

SO FOUL,
FIE SOUL,
THIS AMBIANCE PERVADING
 EVERYTHING.
NO DOUBT,
OR CONTROL,
BEYOND MY SIGHT I DREAM OF
 EVERYTHING.

The Sophist

2014-05-10 12:00 am

Education in some countries is just pure sophism,
I decree to stop this,
This writ from the wrists of the Sophist,
The Prophet of Modern Economics decrees fatwas,
I decree a fatwa on stockpiling gross product,
A fatwa on Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabanna.
I decree a fatwa on the arms race and the misconduct and
 misappropriated actions committed by the powers meant to
 help us.
Or at least help make shit less like a world of make-shift
 shiffs chaotic,
With less false promises to put less narcotics,
In the streets, our food supplies, and antibiotics,
All these soup lies make me vomit,
World spirit will not die,
But it crawls,
Dragging body behind hands,
Counting months in brief mnemonics.

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

2014-05-06 12:00 am

Int'resting,
In twisting,
Intro strings,
Inter resting,
Inner sting.

Known Chumpsky

2014-05-06 12:00 am

God and I touched lips, and we tongue kissed. Man, if God's 
a guy I'll be so pissed. You can have him, to shoot orgasms 
across each others' backs in a dark bathroom. I refuse to 
take God's cock in my asshole. I'd take God out to dinner so
I can meet his sister and fuck her. I heard she's younger 
and tighter, and when it comes to looks, I heard she's 
better. I begin to bestir; I'm afraid that God's a mister, 
and I want to fuck his sister.

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.

Kodyboi

2014-04-23 12:00 am

I remember when we broke up the first time.
I remember trying to do nothing.
Saying "this is it", like a Jackson hit.
I remember not seeing you for about a month.
I remember waking up,
I remember remembering a punch in the mouth,
Reminding me to chart future relationships out.

I'm calling it off.
The wedding and the dates you liar.
I'm telling you off this time.

We'll never, ever ever get back together.
Go talk to your friends. Talk to mine.
Waste your time,
Spend your time playing pretend.
End up like Islam on the Balkan Island.

I'm really going to miss writing.
Miss writing is miswriting,
Misleading my idols into the trivial.
Hiding the infinite potential on vinyl.
Throw on the CD, it's more indie than mine.
More John Frusiante than girls from Niandra.
So for another month I'l find peace of mind.

So you called me up,
To talk about like love, but no luck.
Because I was like, and he was like.
and they were like.
Even his parents didn't like him.
So he was like, ugh, boring.
and I'm always touring, so like, fuck him.

We're never, ever, ever, getting back together.
Your friends balk, and my friends bawk.
So the whole thing is pretty complimentary.

The Sophist

2014-04-22 12:00 am

The Ninety Nine Percent?
Represent yourself and fuck majority,
Fuck sitting in a tent,
Fuck sitting in an era,
Where lives are fucking spent,
In jails within America,
The Other One Percent.
They rot while you prepare,
Let it die,
And try again.
Go get high,
And find a pet,
In the whole world's seven bil',
The Land of Free's three fifty mil',
The Liberated Five percent,
Something there disturbs me still,
In jails there's ten times seven mil'.
Metal barring concrete tents,
The Captive;
Occupying One Percent.

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.