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.

The Sophist

2014-04-21 12:00 am

Sure there may be more,
Than a world of slurpies and porn,
But I am the First Man;
I judge the Second and tell him there's not.
If he teaches greater joy to the Third;
I'll tell him he forgot,
True joys of a purer world.
Of slurpies and porn;
Joys of life unfurled,
To weaker minds a portal,
To a world less ill-defined,
A portal for Immortals;
Two joys not hard to find.

The Sophist

2014-04-17 12:00 am

Making sure my cock's in my peripheral,
Making sure my stream fails not to stray,
Making sure my dick is not ethereal,
I pray to God my Momma raised no gay.

The Sophist

2014-04-16 12:00 am

Ohm, I wish to be Austere,
For if I knew I was her end,
I truly wouldn't care.

Ohm, I wish to be the air,
To float where she has fun,
For truly there is none,
If in life she isn't there,

Ohm, I wish to be the Pleiades,
Forever sailing ones,
Sailing to my maiden's needs.

Ohm, I with to be Pellucid,
An interest in her sight,
To cloud her camera obscura.

Ohm, I wish to be Polaris,
In dark her warmest light,
Beaming through her apertures.

The Sophist

2014-04-15 12:00 am

Is staff all insubordinate,
Or management defunct?
Will anybody fill the holes,
Of corporations fucked?
Busy-bodied filthy moles,
Art of ethics trumped.
On cliffs she has me climbing poles,
'Till brain's a bluish funk,
In defiance of their shallow souls,
I tie my rope and jump,
Economically concordant soul,
Laughing, I spelunked.

The Sophist

2014-04-14 12:00 am

Falling Night,
Earthly harness,
Silent still,
I am the Darkness;
Growing violent,
Life betwixt,
Sitting hell,
Rising Sophist.

The Sophist

2014-04-12 12:00 am

Morning Glory,
My favorite dozens,
An age old story,
Of age old muffins.

The Sophist

2014-04-11 12:00 am

You stole my fucking stones,
And now I want them back,
I'm exhausted for no reason,
And I doubt,
I doubt your mind's on track.

Where are all your pyramids?
I've never seen a one,
I'm angry all damned season,
And I know,
I know you're still undone.

I'm damn tired for too damn long.
Millennia since pyramids,
Meager wage preventing treason,
And I believe,
I believe conspiracies in myriads.

To stand back and reflect,
Drowsy,
Erect,
Accomplished,
And now we are the Iliads.
Worthless,
Lacking respect,
All shit.

New hands smacking old elect,
Lousy,
Inept,
Unaccomplished,
Yet the common ride on chariots,
Horseless,
Acting intact,
Shit polished.

The Sophist

2014-04-10 12:00 am

It's not easy being green.
It's not easy helping people make their own disease.
My name is Unimportant; 
I carry scopolamine flowers,
And I pay nothing for it.
My name?
I'm Confused;
I carry scopolamine flowers giving greetings profound.
Playing God of the hour,
Fleeting bodies abound.
Falter and fumble and fall to the ground;
Witnessing light of a paradise found.
Leading the blind,
With my feeble eyes,
Misplaced moral outrage,
Attempts to rewind.
To see druidic days,
Where there's bodies unfounded.
Peat bogs set ablaze,
Simple murders unsounded,
Lacking cause,
Mental haze killing thousands,
Our future disgraced,
Pelves smashed and heads pounded.

The Sophist

2014-04-09 12:00 am

First Epoch

Remaining austere,
Regaining sophistication,
Antonio tore us,
Your all-known creation,
Teaching the Sophist the true contemplation.

Second Epoch

Antonio Torres in poor destitution,
For the music they play is pure prostitution,
Well-tempered lyres swelling vast elocution,
Conception of torrents of great contribution.

The Sophist

2014-04-07 12:00 am

Did you call me a faggot?
No, I called you a bigot,
But you probably eat shit,
You big faggot, admit it.

The Sophist

2014-04-06 12:00 am

Now I'm alone,
My plans fall through my hands,
My plans falter my plans,
Ditch-dogging philosophers,
Diurnal bemoan,
Unified spirit,
Plods as it tries,
Not to grovel and heave,
Unable to die,
Hand firmly on heart,
Swear tell not a lie,
Humankind curses nix,
Shant invention decry,
For those who know me,
Easy going guy,
Steed Spearhorse,
A nobody,
Unable to kill a man,
With no body.
Triangles illuminating,
Intercepting, dissecting,
Emanating, reflecting.
Nervously wrecked,
Fuck-up of the hoi polloi,
A boy torn from life,
Tearing back at the tears,
Falling drunken sufficed,
Your plans fall in your hands,
Your plans are your plans,
You fall alone,
Your all alone,
And I'm Alone,
To Die Alone.

The Sophist

2014-04-01 12:00 am

BGEA,
Time to bash on gays,
Time to bash on Asian food,
Don't just bash to haze.
Bash some fucking heads in too,
Bash some fucking brains,
Bashing all the lunatics,
I'll bash them all insane,
I'm bashful in my private life,
Bashing costumes in the gaze,
Bashed my own head full of dreams,
Abashed, I bashed them all away.

The Sophist

2014-03-31 12:00 am

First they flew planes into towers of freedom,
Now they fly planes to Diego Garcia.

The Sophist

2014-03-31 12:00 am

Sit back and listen as appassionata plays,
Something fires from a musical regatta,
Emotion lingers on for days.

Simple sounds service not his fingers,
All basic math retold and forgot,
Something more than strings and levers.
Some more than Beet and Bach.

The Sophist

2014-03-25 12:00 am

Dammit, why?
Scenes go by when hips moved side by side,
Striding by wayside before waving good-bye,
Parallel shutting her eyes;
My shoulders shudder when boats pass me by.
Before air was too dry,
Before I was too late to try,
To crack a smile to the heavens wry,
Asking why.
Dammit, why?

The Sophist

2014-03-24 12:00 am

For all those lost in darkness of the rain,
Shelter's on the way, and sun will shine again,
Fluttering truths in their sleepless pain,
All their dreams estranged.

For all whose love still rules the heart,
Love itself possesses nothing for our art,
We row ourselves upstream in barrels,
Throwing Apollo ahead-start.