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The Sophist
2016-02-22 12:00 am
The Sophist speaks of years forlorn. Breathing in the ears of corn. "What mercy does a savage make? What pity do the foolish take? They take one step, and nothing more." The Sophist speaks of emeralds. So green and dope for sure. So dope! So dope, Oh, And Green! For sure... Found but lost before, Lost for all eternity, Now He's found for sure. The Sophist still confused by waves, Playing seashells on the shore. Scarcely eats, Softly prays, The Sophist sings in uniform.
The Sophist
2016-01-27 12:00 am
Light in darkness; Fighting hardest. Writing ardent; Spiting artists. Plighting promise. Quite harmless. Trite incarnate. Reticent catharsis.
The Sophist
2016-01-26 12:00 am
Languish and pine farcically. Anguish behind bars I speaked. Sleep, breathe, and piss poetic imagery. Retards stillborn incestuously, then beaten. Death of a feeble pure breed, bleeding. Derelict to think souls leave and vanish. Remembrance lacking evilly. Evanescence; Drowning of a water lily.
The Sophist
2015-11-24 12:00 am
Seal sutured my soul; To a body- a home. Come help make me whole. Self life spent alone. Warm bed 'side a warmer throne, Bed heats by its own. Ten times two is four. Ten times lack of effort, All effort is poor. Tax taken from pews, Poor unfortunate two, Camels; too large crew. To dust grind my bones, Tear open by strings my heart, Seal sutured my soul.
The Sophist
2015-10-26 12:00 am
Dreams in retrospect viewed. No different than the rest when in viewing. Knowledge dissecting truth into smaller units. Methodological skepticism without self-refuting. Meditations doubting everything true in fake fables formed during youth, phantasming a demon by which we're utterly fooled. We goofed; trusted senses fool-proofed with no proof. Jiving to a wonderful groove. We lived in the exterior world; above my demon's roof. Your senses are lying, your dreams are not separate. Even your innermost thoughts are a ruse. Have a good night at work, while away the time brethren.
The Sophist
2015-10-23 12:00 am
A number persists through time Indefinitely Water boils Bones grind Triangle galaxy Amen Blacks die Highest degree Long playing records Elohim chimes The year we killed Jesus Then peaced His age Crucified Collection of East deities Battling basketball teams Meaning of life Hoping that I Get an invite to Club 33
The Sophist
2015-09-21 12:00 am
Three loveless dynasties divine. Providence in sheep inside. Bleeding, 'Treating to be blinded. The Feigning Suicidals. Three peasants covering their eyes, Not displaying thoughts inside. Blinded, 'Treating to be bleeding. A hopeless heart reciting. Bed made and three pillows aligned. Love lost 'tween a bout and twine. Meaning, Ends of never starting, Twelve sorrows between two hearts. Twelve hearts; Their grief imparting. Twelve stars align to follow charts. Cosmic games of skeet in the dark. Teeming, Conducted by the stars; An opera of three parts. The loveless damned to be confined, Only singing chorus lines. Finding love within their sources. Slamming on their desks with sore fists. Bed tossed and our feelings opined. Love found 'tween a tackle and twine. Value, Still, But still restarts, Twelve griefs of an ardent heart. Earnestly, Your soul departing.
The Sophist
2015-09-10 12:00 am
Day 1: No stoic women and no false metal, Living the life, Inside of a kettle. Hopping and jumping, Trying to escape. Grinding my teeth, While the symphony plays. "Does it feel great?" "Yeah, it really feels great." "Now what should I do?" "I'll cry the next day." Weeping, Watching the moon start to settle. Disappear too soon below false nettle. "With such regret I will miss when I die, So I dream to escape the world I deny." Day 2: I sleep; The moon and my mind both settle. I no longer jump; Steam fills my kettle. These stoic women; Fawns for false metal. Living my own life; Fit in fine fettle.
The Sophist
2015-08-07 12:00 am
I want to release. A rhyme about nobody, With no honest remarks, With no peace, For the days passed, I have lived, Learned regret. I am the reason for myself. Nobody makes my bed, If I don't make it for myself, The Sophist; The Thoughtless Beast.
The Sophist
2015-08-04 12:00 am
A tale of two lovers, Who just couldn't chat, Agree on a child; So they cut two in half. Half of a heart and a torturous act. Kicked kids who were down, In the back of their knees, While they lay on the ground, Begging, "Help, please", Raising their funds as they cough and they wheeze. A tale of two brothers, A matter of fact, Who know what they want, So they plot and attract. Mending their hearts from the acts of their dad. Kicked kings who were thrown, On their backs with an ease, To be cursed to the town, No longer pleased. Wandering streets eating scraps of raw meat. Until the two brothers, One gaunt and one fat, Built a global chalet. The plan isn't bad; Physically wait for aversion to pass.
The Sophist
2015-07-13 12:00 am
Twilight of the twelve queers; So twisted and obscured. We act as though we understand them; Though with fear. Twelve steers led by a steer. In twelve straight abstractions. A beast walks without ears. Travelling wayward through swelled sounds, Unable to hear. Walking billions upon billions of miles to see; Infinitude of the spheres.
The Sophist
2015-06-19 12:00 am
No bulwark for a king's depression, But bulwarks for a king, Homework is a learned obsession, But bulls work for a king. Dogmatic in a weird direction; Every single thing is, Worthless upon first conception, But the first born of the king isn't.
The Sophist
2015-06-09 12:00 am
I have grown with the band, When I couldn't sleep, When I lack intrinsic wake. When I watch them take the world; I feel I do the same. Symphony for a pilgrim's soul, Divine beyond these finite words, I dream to see them live. That bond will never break. Forget not, Those tunes will never leave my brain, Akashic records play forever; Even in my grave, I'll always love those men; So much it's prolly gay.
The Sophist
2015-05-22 12:00 am
I gave you that; Which wasn't half bad. I gave you love; If you consider my dad. Never gave my mom, Anything we had; So if I give you love, Be warned I'll take it back. If you find my love one day, Just don't take it half bad. Maybe it'll last for a day and a half. I sip hate with a handle; Pouring love with carafes.
The Sophist
2015-05-13 12:00 am
A charge upon thee, Assault upon my person, Trigger of my dignity, Myth'll make it worsen, Find two and two as three, Head hung beneath a merkel, Abhoring Greek, Abhoring Roman, Abhor mythology. Abhor to write or speak. When weakness strong, And braveness weak. And as we sleep, No longer fly, No longer laugh, No longer climbing trees, Our dreams are gone, As a treat, We put pure reason in our mouths, Infected with disease. Veins infected too, Running to my finger tips, Swelling to the moon, Back into my wrist, Swaying to the tune, In need of amethyst. To cure me of my drunken state, Kiss me with your teeth, Make me feel your pain, Then kiss me with your drunken lips. Burn the greatest books, Whisper greatest stories, Slowly back away from bliss, Lying down, Accept defeat, Merrily, Ideas are but temperless.
The Sophist
2015-01-21 12:00 am
You know that you listen, To the heart of my soul, Beating harder and whole. Hole deep darker than coal. I give my volition; To this part of my role. Any home is my prison; When I lack the control.
The Sophist
2015-01-13 12:00 am
Eating fresca thighs; My demise. Potatoes cut by hand, Spiced, cooked, and then; Pulled pork and fresh cut fries.
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