The Sophist

2014-03-21 12:00 am

Hermetic Hymns fill his head, 
Unwell-read, 
Thoughts in pericope, 
Polemically said.

Honesty overdue, 
If I'll ever be great, 
I'll have learned some things too, 
To Hell with the Ganges, 
My mind bathes in You.
The Steerageway,
Poetically Youth,
Polemically True.

The Sophist

2014-03-19 12:00 am

Hermes carries Lamb,
Across his shoulders,
Across timeless sands,
More he travels;
Still more land.

Crying out in hope,
Kriophoros left his home,
Carried Lamb eyes to our souls.
Mighty messenger of Gods,
Of all the Heavens and Below.

Calamis never same again,
Good Sheppard waits for Lamb,
Prepared to spill blood,
For the better of the herd,
For the chance to understand,
The voice of the Absurd.

Gord

2014-03-18 12:00 am

Her fifth incarnation in filth, 
The first tragic Buddhavista.
The last magic singer.
The last female singer to open her mouth
and not eat since after Christina,
The first entertainer to entertain us since
the entertainment era entered the picture.
Pictures need to go back to the silent era. 

Gord

2014-03-18 12:00 am

I pause for an applause, but silence fills the room's divide;
They don't like my lines? Well I'm the new pasty wino,
I came here to expound how I... then I left the game to die;
Like the game did to me with crack cocaine,
Which it turns out I like;
You'll niggas don't even smoke crack, viper provides.

Gord

2014-03-18 12:00 am

Dismayed, they go on to play with more singers,
Call girls and you call the band over;
Clearly you plan to continue forward;
With a drum and bass nobody has ever heard of;
Clearly you're like the Doors in the 40's with an in;
Misinformed; Just like Jim Morrison;
A university student proclaiming to know the way that God would live;

The Sophist

2014-03-18 12:00 am

Dwelling in the desperate,
Hermitage of my heart,
Life is apparent, 
Yet it appears to be not,
As it seams,
Cupid's eyes blinded by cloth yards,
Shooting at places unseen,
And all the arrows' arc,
Landing on me,
Heart changing by second,
Changing more in between,
This Cupid gone blinded,
Young, fat little fiend,
Now days pass idyllically,
Lost in the breeze,
Days Simon Iff spends searching the trees,
His goal has been set,
Simple Simon sets free,
Hiram Abiff in the woods on his knees.
Arms cut from body,
Both hands full of dandies.

Gord

2014-03-18 12:00 am

I dip a dapper super chicken tender;
It's Super Tender !, but whatever;
I'll forget tomorr'a with bongs and reefer;
I'll find myself on a floor 400 dollars poorer.
I'll master this lifestyle by vascect'ing myself;
Then I can curl into a ball and I won't come in my mouth.

Gord

2014-03-17 12:00 am

I eschew words like schlep,
I schedule my days upon lighting torches,
Renewing an old love for delightful chorus.
I see to it that the girl is kempt.

I make sure no golden meal even touch her,
No other lover,
I sure made my love for her seem abundant.
Previewing future proves nothing but true love.
My waifu loves the taste of cheeto dust, 
You know, when we kiss and stuff.

Gord

2014-03-14 12:00 am

Some live like Musical Elite, in a mansion on a hill of beans,
Never to please us with another music piece of relevant release;
Nickel and dime me for the deluxe CD, the pre-order must-see,
the live dvd, 
the artwork book, 
the signed poster in blue, red and green;
I doubt I'll buy all that to hear 'Compositions in C',

Gord

2014-03-14 12:00 am

A virtuoso steps away from the masons of his craft;
He claps and they turn on robotically, 
After lighting up himself;
Lightning cracks,
He cracks up himself,
Robots personify and become addicts;
They releases CD's,
He personifies the 80's,
or the 90's on every single tracks.
8 EP's later he releases the exact same thing out. 

Gord

2014-03-14 12:00 am

Such teeth, Such face,
Over the hills of red,
Ugly white horses run.

Gord

2014-03-13 12:00 am

No choir of angels come,
this victory feels meaningless.
I leave her behind, I favour to run,
they know not, nothing important,
of mocking the birds,
or humming at bees,
of hitting your son, wife,
or your daughter or anyone else,
anyone if the father pleaseed.

Gord

2014-03-13 12:00 am

A clasp of green.
A feel alive again today.
My high is here to stay,
No Evergreen, Nor pine mine is.
EUCALYPTUS 
I found the fabled forest,
Large enough to raise my kin in.

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-13 12:00 am

From 'MOONSTONE'

 (Prelude.)

 I have a secret.
 I am the last of my race.

 We existed in peace and harmony,
 For many eons of millennia.

 Even before the first formation
 Of the Order of Jedi Knights.

 Then the Emperor ordered
 The testing of the Death Star.

 The rest is history......

The Sophist

2014-03-12 12:00 am

Seek introspection elsewhere.
I'm here to burn my hands on incense smoke,
Telling God stories of my trysts,
Of all the times he missed.
To a world I doubt is there
I'm yelling my plans to an absent bloke,
telling God stories of my dick,
Of all the dames I dream it chokes.
Vocals crack on air,
The priest is watching alone.
I stare the beast in his eyes,
and keep yelling despite.
I draw a circle, a square,
Triangle, circle, and begin to invoke,
Two homunculi inside,
The smallest circle defined.
Behold, contrast and compare,
Presenting the Philosophers Stoned,
Their knowledge is blinded,
And wisdom unwound.
Priest still watching me stare,
I rub ash on my forehead and go,
To the front of the alter,
No foot dare to falter,
I scream and still nobody's there.

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-12 12:00 am

Bluesman.

He was jist sat there.
Strummin' away.
Softly.

Striking vacant chords.
Filled full
Of notes.
In various hues
Of the Blues.

Dusti Rodes

2014-03-12 12:00 am

NOT ALL ANGELS NECESSARILY 
WEAR THEIR WINGS AT ALL TIMES

Silly things.

What does your lipstick taste like?
How does it feel to kiss those luscious lips?

What would it mean to hold you in my arms,
And have yours in mine?

How will it feel to have our bodies entwined?

You have released pent-up passion,
That I had almost forgotten.

You have placed me on a pedestal so high,
The fall seems so far down.

I hope that my angel wings still work,
As I haven't had to use them
For such a long time.

The Sophist

2014-03-10 12:00 am

My God that dumb-wrecked bitch;
The meaning of a hoe;
She tries perforce for her forget;
Her thrice exclaiming "no".

Her lips are chapped and rapid;
Face smooth and mar'ble;
Her mind a vapid wasteland;
Of her words unknow'ble.

Her bod' a sun-soaked beach;
By fear of under toe;
She tries perforce for my forget;
But hers I can not, no.

And thus some minutes pass,
And thus some minutes pass thereafter,
Pissing in my pants,
Dying forth in crippling laughter.