Voices in the dark
like Spring-heeled Jacks ,
run down a grimy slate roof
into a filthy gutter
filled with the tears of Saint Sophia .
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Dust , dirt , insects
and the remains of dead
forget-me-nots ,
the only images left to
a diseased mind .
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They run over and over
in geometric perfection ,
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a cataclysm of holes .
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No light for his lantern ,
hope forsaken gloom ,
then run down
tormented avenues
to an empty field ,
under the moon of
Mars in September  .
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Under blood red stars ,
without truth or meaning ,
the tower of his wasted
dreams ,
and the chimeras of his
past ,
gather now around
and begin casting lots .

The Lover's Of Sophia Are Called Philosopher's in life,

We Seek Her Beauty, Truth and Trust In The Cosmic Realm Herself.

We see Her Beauty in a Self Disciplined Life and everything is not in our field of control in life.

When the road is blocked, we stay controlled and seek a new road to our Goal, The Stoic Union with Sophia And The One.

We value Gnosis (Knowledge) highly indeed,
We value Gnosis (Knowledge) highly indeed,
We value Gnosis (Knowledge) highly indeed.

Yes Sophia whispers sweetly to Her Lover's in their ears,
Goodness, Kindness and Empathy turn me on my Lovers The Philosopher's.

Yes I get mind tingles from The Beauty of My Philosopher Lover's?

But Ignorance, Cruelty and Selfishness turn me off my Philosopher Lover's know this to be true about me.

So them that seek to date me must seek The Inner Beauty of The Hag At The Well Of Gnosis (Knowledge) Itself?

Then drink of the seeing spring's water that fills the well and wash their eyes in the seeing spring's water?

The hag by The New Higher Eye given to The Lover Philosopher's?

They are given The Grace to see the True Beauty of The Beautiful One hiding herself in a hag's form from the ugly of the world itself.

Then Sophia Transform's into the most Beautiful Female Being in Cosmic Reality Itself?

Then the Philosopher Lover's see Sophia is The Maiden Form, The Mother Form and The Crone Form and The Wise Philosopher's in human history see Sophia this way in Cosmic Reality Itself.

We value Gnosis (Knowledge) highly indeed,
We value Gnosis (Knowledge) highly indeed,
We value Gnosis (Knowledge) highly indeed.

Now Sophia is The Old One Of Days and The Ever Transforming One in Cosmic Reality?

So Sophia is that Paradox To Her Wise Philosopher Cosmic Lover's The Philosopher's.

So Sophia's Lover's The Philosopher's must value The Truth of Highest Value in Cosmic Reality Itself.

The Philosopher Lover's Seek True Union With Sophia in Life Itself?

So There Is Only Trust In The Cosmic Philosopher's Loving Relationship With Sophia Herself and Seeking Union With Sophia is The Life Goal Of The Stoic In Life Itself.

So Union With Sophia Is The End Point Of All Philosophy In Life.

We value Gnosis (Knowledge) highly indeed,
We value Gnosis (Knowledge) highly indeed,
We value Gnosis (Knowledge) highly indeed.

In the group that I come from, where philosophers comprise. Virtue, ethics and values they wrestle or oblige. One thing is missing and thats the truth in definition. From where philia itself is all about friendship.
Friends in wisdom, hey..it might just be empathy. Compassion hey, its truly a victory.

Whether Sophia or Nikea, it shouldn't really matter. Put them together and the robes will never tatter. Lest apart, were back to the start where this cute mythology loses its heart.

Yo, The Gods and Goddesses are just virtues. Principles of importance marked as divine. Personified and glorified to keep the spirit alive, thats just how they emphasized. Thats just how they empathized.

My light is slowly fading,
I don't know what to do,
Everybody hates me ,
But its ok cause I hate everything,
Except for you.

I found my home,
Away from strife,
I found my place,
That is pure light,
I found my angel,
That fell from above,
But I might have found,
That you are my love.

Signed and dated that pink vacation form
Slipped under that dark locked door
Standing in the hall watching
Shouted “You know she doesn’t work here anymore?”
Searched for someone with the key
Solution found and paper retrieved
Stated “Me standing there was fated.
Should you miss with not a soul knowing
Spells trouble, it could of been ugly
Saved you I did. I tell you its fate.”
Staring me down those blue eyes glimmered
“Sophia is my name.” left your lips.
Stammered back “My guardian angel, thank you.”
“See you around.” you said disappearing through the door
Softly whispering “If it's up to fate.”

Sloshing around in my head that lovey name
****** on the memory of your features
Scribbled down these intoxicated words
Stuck on that whisper “If it's fated.”
Stimulated I have never felt at this place
Searching always for that lovely face
Stars aligned on a late office night
Smile so lustrous so euphoric
Struck my ears with a voice so fine
“Seems as if fate has us in her grasp once again.”
She did, that beautiful fate, I will never forget
Sharing our stories
Swapping our laughs
Sobbing about ennui

Springing up with newfound courage
Stuttered “Do you want to go get lunch tomorrow?”
Started a new chapter in this book
Showing up to work now a new joy
Sitting in the office chair, usually in despair
Swiveling around, thinking of your name
Syllables echoing
Sweet Sophia.