"ferrum" poems - Hello Poetry

there's ethical idealism: where ethics is discussed... there's ethical relativism: where ethics is practised... there's ethical realism... where ethics is quantified as an improbability; and then there's ethical absolutism, where we supposedly "progress" - in this scenario are the laws of physics actually suspended: whereby oculus qua oculus is replaced - a loss of an eye is "relative" to 10 years in a cage... really?! ethics is ideal, realistic, absolute or relative... we're encouraged to live in "realistic relativism"... never in an absolute realism, since realistic relativism only compares itself to ideal absolutism... and nothing more... ever watched that film secrets in their eyes? you ever wonder what ethical idealism is to the ethnical consequence that can absorb a realistic libra? i can only believe in ethical absolutism, ethical relativism is horrid to me... relativism adorns idealism, absolutism adorns realism... a life sentence is worse than a death sentence, whether justified or not, prison is sadism, but at least ****** is simply ****** a space-time intact, a ****** penalty is not inhumane, nor a ouija board... it's time for time, space for space, the actual punishment comes with the missing adrenaline rush of the unexpected reception of the wielded weapon... either send these jealous plonkers to siberia, or sentence them to death, for you are no more than they are, nay, you are more... you're akin to cats toying, playing a sadistic games with half-mutilated mice... this is why i abhor ethical relativism of the crucifix... hence my belief in ethical absolutism in the paragraph of realism, which is perfected, by being exacted, and never, ever, being leisurely discussed, on a farcical palette with a grimace to boot: ******* a lemon; compensating the horrors within minutes, is never compensated with ordeals that last years... which is why i find the death penalty an act of authentic humanity, and not this quasi-humanitarian act of pardon, ******* hypocrites - i abhor the caged rat more than the rat gladly nibbling on a dead corpse... at least there was passion in the ****** waiting for death penalty is like killing a vermin with poison, disposing them with nonchalantly... the wise maxim states: ledo ferrum sicut id est calidi - strike the iron while it's hot... death is the dawn-broker - a new tomorrow promise - left intact, the fermenting process of ethical dynamism takes over... then again, the supposedly "evolved" preferred moral relativism to moral absolutism, because there was no moral realism to speak of, since morality could only be talked about in ideal terms of the supposedly so, supposedly fashioned via: it ought to never happen to me... and then it might, and then: oops... argument sinks like a wet fatty **** into shambles of keeping up with the presupposed pillar of argument being "impenetrable"; hey, genius, back to the blackboard!

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Nov 11, 2017

Nov 11, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC

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4 tiers of ethics / oculus qua oculus

there's ethical idealism: where ethics is discussed... there's ethical relativism: where ethics is practised... there's ethical realism... where ethics is quantified as an improbability; and then there's ethical absolutism, where we supposedly "progress" - in this scenario are the laws of physics actually suspended: whereby oculus qua oculus is replaced - a loss of an eye is "relative" to 10 years in a cage... really?! ethics is ideal, realistic, absolute or relative... we're encouraged to live in "realistic relativism"... never in an absolute realism, since realistic relativism only compares itself to ideal absolutism... and nothing more... ever watched that film secrets in their eyes? you ever wonder what ethical idealism is to the ethnical consequence that can absorb a realistic libra? i can only believe in ethical absolutism, ethical relativism is horrid to me... relativism adorns idealism, absolutism adorns realism... a life sentence is worse than a death sentence, whether justified or not, prison is sadism, but at least ****** is simply ****** a space-time intact, a ****** penalty is not inhumane, nor a ouija board... it's time for time, space for space, the actual punishment comes with the missing adrenaline rush of the unexpected reception of the wielded weapon... either send these jealous plonkers to siberia, or sentence them to death, for you are no more than they are, nay, you are more... you're akin to cats toying, playing a sadistic games with half-mutilated mice... this is why i abhor ethical relativism of the crucifix... hence my belief in ethical absolutism in the paragraph of realism, which is perfected, by being exacted, and never, ever, being leisurely discussed, on a farcical palette with a grimace to boot: ******* a lemon; compensating the horrors within minutes, is never compensated with ordeals that last years... which is why i find the death penalty an act of authentic humanity, and not this quasi-humanitarian act of pardon, ******* hypocrites - i abhor the caged rat more than the rat gladly nibbling on a dead corpse... at least there was passion in the ****** waiting for death penalty is like killing a vermin with poison, disposing them with nonchalantly... the wise maxim states: ledo ferrum sicut id est calidi - strike the iron while it's hot... death is the dawn-broker - a new tomorrow promise - left intact, the fermenting process of ethical dynamism takes over... then again, the supposedly "evolved" preferred moral relativism to moral absolutism, because there was no moral realism to speak of, since morality could only be talked about in ideal terms of the supposedly so, supposedly fashioned via: it ought to never happen to me... and then it might, and then: oops... argument sinks like a wet fatty **** into shambles of keeping up with the presupposed pillar of argument being "impenetrable"; hey, genius, back to the blackboard!

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He stopped mid-sentence. He took their offense quite seriously and, with a dash of omnipotence, saw the fall folly. One and only one arrow points to this tree, narrow and quite bleached and, with a European tint, sheltered a girl. Leaves burnt on the skin of Mother Nature, burnt by lack of chlorophyll. Pumpkin-orange yearns to cause tree-white harrow. Back in the debate “Kannst du nicht warten – wait!” Mahogany trends designed this room of uninterested people with hunger to sate; His powerful, wintry heart is taking a step back in time. He is harboring fate in his heart like iron boots left aside –, grievous greaves weighing things down in ferrum. He fell back from his wooden podium showing a modicum of care by yearning the boat to come. A cryogenized hull of darkness was his mind, melting in the warmth of a dying tree a ways away. He clutched his core agony pushing far beyond sore OPEN THE DOOR HE’S GOING TO DIE But he had a dream – However black and white he spoke to seam and seal would never end the color of the turning wheel – He had erred, but now Winter ended “how.” How he wished to return to the girl in fall, but too late. He already fell.

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Oct 15, 2010

Oct 15, 2010 at 1:21 PM UTC

milieu

In a Heated Debate, When...

He stopped mid-sentence. He took their offense quite seriously and, with a dash of omnipotence, saw the fall folly. One and only one arrow points to this tree, narrow and quite bleached and, with a European tint, sheltered a girl. Leaves burnt on the skin of Mother Nature, burnt by lack of chlorophyll. Pumpkin-orange yearns to cause tree-white harrow. Back in the debate “Kannst du nicht warten – wait!” Mahogany trends designed this room of uninterested people with hunger to sate; His powerful, wintry heart is taking a step back in time. He is harboring fate in his heart like iron boots left aside –, grievous greaves weighing things down in ferrum. He fell back from his wooden podium showing a modicum of care by yearning the boat to come. A cryogenized hull of darkness was his mind, melting in the warmth of a dying tree a ways away. He clutched his core agony pushing far beyond sore OPEN THE DOOR HE’S GOING TO DIE But he had a dream – However black and white he spoke to seam and seal would never end the color of the turning wheel – He had erred, but now Winter ended “how.” How he wished to return to the girl in fall, but too late. He already fell.

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the following poems are precursors to what became a sleep-deprivation thought experiment: - crown of myrrh / c'est la vie! - coming to december - hydry jawa (hydra's consciousness) - misery humour... at first there's only the subjective observation, but that is soon followed by an undeniable objective fact - that: these poems were written in frustration at not being able to solve the times' (15th november 2017) súdokū puzzles no. 9455 (difficult) and no. 9456 (fiendish) - out of a mere subjective account, i found my body dulled by a seeminngly perpetual sleep, not morose, or numbed, disorientated, but somehow muted. my reaction was obvious: you need to be sleep-deprived - the actual thought experiment happened rather unexpectedly... what i found the following incident is that, in rare conditions, sleep-deprivation can allow the mind to transcend a regular pattern of sleep-rest, and engage in sleep-deprivation overdrive... i only have one decent proof... but it's a **** good one... hours of being constantly awake? since 7pm yesterday... from 7pm today, at quarter past 10pm, that's: 27 hours 15 minutes... the times 20th november 2017 súdokū puzzle no. 9467 (fiendish) - and the proof is the solution, completed in under 10 minutes: 6 2 5 9 4 8 1 3 7 9 7 3 1 2 5 8 4 6 8 4 1 3 7 6 9 5 2 3 5 9 7 6 1 4 2 8 7 8 4 5 3 2 6 1 9 2 1 6 8 9 4 5 7 3 5 6 8 2 1 7 3 9 4 1 9 7 4 8 3 2 6 5 4 3 2 6 5 9 7 8 1 the actual answer to puzzle no. 9467 will only be available in the times 21st november 2017 t2 supplement, and if in desperation you can only receive four clues before midnight... but i'm cheap, can't be bothered to pay 75 pence + network access charge... for four numbers, when the ******* phone number consists of eleven numbers. believe me, i never thought that sleep-deprivation, as a thought experiment could achieve a lucidity of mind that the otherwise sleep-recovery sometimes merely dulls the mind... notably via the dream fabric; not so long ago i found dreams to be exhausting, very much like the iron curtain - they bugged me... intellectually depraved - this velum somnium, just like the velum ferrum spawned the cold war, psychological warfare, false information, distortions, exports of a "utopia" having been established, nonsense of every calibre... no communist thought it was utopia, but some people on the other side of the iron grip must have thought so... or were subverted into thinking it was so... hence the end result: the current zeitgeist.

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Nov 20, 2017

Nov 20, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC

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the sleep-deprivation thought experiment

the following poems are precursors to what became a sleep-deprivation thought experiment: - crown of myrrh / c'est la vie! - coming to december - hydry jawa (hydra's consciousness) - misery humour... at first there's only the subjective observation, but that is soon followed by an undeniable objective fact - that: these poems were written in frustration at not being able to solve the times' (15th november 2017) súdokū puzzles no. 9455 (difficult) and no. 9456 (fiendish) - out of a mere subjective account, i found my body dulled by a seeminngly perpetual sleep, not morose, or numbed, disorientated, but somehow muted. my reaction was obvious: you need to be sleep-deprived - the actual thought experiment happened rather unexpectedly... what i found the following incident is that, in rare conditions, sleep-deprivation can allow the mind to transcend a regular pattern of sleep-rest, and engage in sleep-deprivation overdrive... i only have one decent proof... but it's a **** good one... hours of being constantly awake? since 7pm yesterday... from 7pm today, at quarter past 10pm, that's: 27 hours 15 minutes... the times 20th november 2017 súdokū puzzle no. 9467 (fiendish) - and the proof is the solution, completed in under 10 minutes: 6 2 5 9 4 8 1 3 7 9 7 3 1 2 5 8 4 6 8 4 1 3 7 6 9 5 2 3 5 9 7 6 1 4 2 8 7 8 4 5 3 2 6 1 9 2 1 6 8 9 4 5 7 3 5 6 8 2 1 7 3 9 4 1 9 7 4 8 3 2 6 5 4 3 2 6 5 9 7 8 1 the actual answer to puzzle no. 9467 will only be available in the times 21st november 2017 t2 supplement, and if in desperation you can only receive four clues before midnight... but i'm cheap, can't be bothered to pay 75 pence + network access charge... for four numbers, when the ******* phone number consists of eleven numbers. believe me, i never thought that sleep-deprivation, as a thought experiment could achieve a lucidity of mind that the otherwise sleep-recovery sometimes merely dulls the mind... notably via the dream fabric; not so long ago i found dreams to be exhausting, very much like the iron curtain - they bugged me... intellectually depraved - this velum somnium, just like the velum ferrum spawned the cold war, psychological warfare, false information, distortions, exports of a "utopia" having been established, nonsense of every calibre... no communist thought it was utopia, but some people on the other side of the iron grip must have thought so... or were subverted into thinking it was so... hence the end result: the current zeitgeist.

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