"hominem" poems
Confide in me
the irony
of laughter as a crutch to keep
with self descriptive Bildungsroman
in view of Schadenfreude's Ad hominem
Mask the image, compensate, compensate
Power struggle, shift division, relegate, relegate
Egocentric discharges inhabited by identity crisis
Circumstantial Deus ex machina, plastered on by streams of vices
No wreck, no head on, but a path beset by tolls and diversions
Somehow I must find a way to make these scattered routes converge
Dead and othered language roams the fields of pomposity
More ironic self aggrandizement, an appropriation of ferocity
Paint them a picture in the mind's eye of your blurred forward vision
I want to see the target marked, but attention is a competition
I'm Viable, I'm Jovial, I have the means to take these chances
I'm lying now, it's one or the other, let's hope I make the right advances
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
Questions asked—
Answers evaded
Questions asked—
Churlish responses
Questions asked—
Reality revised
Questions asked—
Dangerous denials
Questions asked—
Squeaky clean!
Questions asked—
RED HERRING!!!
Questions asked—
Deny FBI
Questions asked—
AD HOMINEM!!!
Questions asked—
Boast, repost
Questions asked—
Uncivil snivel
Questions asked—
Snide asides
A question asked:
Where are we?
Scary judiciary?
End times?
Revolution?
Not in this Kansas.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
*
arcanum arcanarom, argumentum ad hominem
animal disputans, dixi.., animal bipes implume
cessante causa cessat et effectus, damnant quod non inteligunt
audiatur et altera pars, hominus libenter quod volunt credunt
multi famam, consientiam pauci verentur
boni pastoris est tondere pecus, non deglubere
bonum virum facile crederes, magnum libenter
non omnes qui habent citharam sunt citharoedi
currente calamo, cave quid dicis, quando, et cui
gigni de nihilo nihil, in nihilum nil posse reverti
**
..love always...*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 14/03/1432
**
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
Have you lately realized
How much self absorbed
Heterosexual amorphous
Hominem ad narcissists
*Love their oneorientation
Love their self esteem pen
Love their uncanny purse
Love their rightful rituals*
They abide to admiration
*They wear polite persona
They share unrelentlessly
They know salt and peppa*
Immortal talent n'crowd
Inspiring dear friend days
Interrupting pink panther
Integrity by wild abandon.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
She turns her head from it;
I turn my back to it;
It faces them in their deflection, they who are ruled by planetary alignment, they who spill rogue waves from calm mouths, just as the lace crashes and pools around bare legs and lips -
Any enigma free from transcription lies within the chasm, who sleeps buried deeply between two bodies, too deeply, it has been said, though perhaps for the best, as the truths who precede intent rest there as well.
We, the sea, urge in ad hominem, convinced of indelibility, consistent in breakage and dispersment of that which is built from and upon determined chaos.
Her, I, the sea.
Our madness.
I turn towards it; she turns to face it;
The sea has drawn it's long breath
We reach for the exhale with open palms, never closed, for the retreat is inevitable.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
Recently,
There's been a dark cloud
Hovering over me
My mind's been provoking thunderstorms
In hopes it'll wash away the pain
Or whatever "woe is me"
That's been up with me
Recently,
It's just been dark
I'm on edge about the future
But I'm still deadset on the past
And mistakes that I am not anymore
All the things I was
All the things I left behind
Came back as ghosts
Storming my temple
As
I'm
Sitting
In
A
Room
Alone
Appealing to my own emotions
In an ad hominem argument
Versus my self
Or so it always goes
Me inciting thunderstorms
Before I ***** out the light
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
Marquis de Sade was arguably
the most dangerous man alive; until
the Reign of Terror & Napoleon; who
was arguably the most dangerous man
alive; until Jack the Ripper, who was
the most dangerous man alive; until
WWI & ****** who was the most dangerous
man alive; Al Capone was the most
dangerous man alive, until Hoover,
who was the most dangerous man
alive; Malcolm X was the most dangerous
man alive, until the AK47 & AR-15; now we
can all be the most dangerous person alive;
but human beings have always been the
most dangerous species on earth;
the nuclear bomb was the most dangerous
thing on earth until climate change; now
the earth itself is the most dangerous thing
on earth
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
My mistakes do not vindicate your mistakes.
My wrong does not make your right.
My folly does not justify your folly.
Ad hominem all the way down.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 9:15 AM UTC
ad hominem in utero;;
stuck in a hole just out
of grasp, you are the
shell of the boy that
you've been-- i am the
shell of the kid she
knew for all those years
and im sick of textbook
readings and im sick of
wasting your time trying
to breathe when youre
still hooked to an inhaler
and i'm sick of wasting
my time because i spend it
doing math while you are
wasting away, somehow-
i wish you were here, oh,
it feels like i've been
asleep for years in this
pouring rain and it feels
like i am the setting sun
even as i pour cup after
cup of coffee; the doctor
said he saved me, but im
still dead, im sorry.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
there's this guy who thinks he knows more than me about the far-left than i do, even though i'm the one with a communist grandfather; which means he's gone as far as mao to replicate an answer that i might agree with alongside adolf. ah no worry... the queen's corgi(s) are here. they always do that, the left, as long as they can provide you with a house and pension, they have the upper hand in argument meaning you have to agree with them... what about colour says the right? ah don't worry... we'll just all wear gray and become radically different from the canvas.
i love how the left asks to be agreed with
in terms of politics,
given no far-right politics was expressed...
death of communism taught them
they had to express far-left politics in such a way
as might be a form of deviation and counter-intuitive expression
of the middle ground... poor stalin...
god please let me enter the mozart club of death at 35...
i missed the modern club of 27... drinks on me... amy;
i just hate the way the left opresses us now...
it’s that thumb missing in terms of english law...
you know that thumb... ex hominem ad exemplum non hominem...
a lightbulb moment... because man never gave a nullifying
example with each example of his existence given as non;
man is curiously aware of his mortality, therefore he engages
with dating things in order to orientate...
of course... coins... deus ex **** although no solis ex ****
that would never work... would it now?
why would man need a sun if all man desires from
the sigma expression of will is to not exist?
can i enter the reference of will with a craft that deciphers water
as two hydrogens and one oxygen?
oh wait... i already have... three years of chemistry
in edinburgh taught me pressurised concentration
of carbon dioxide was termed fizzy.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
The more absurd the concept,
The easier it is to see
That, forthwith, it will be taken
To a ludricous degree.
Group A will declare it—
An issue of great import.
Group B will tag it preposterous
And demand their day in court.
Group C comes to the forefront,
With inconsequential facts,
And will use them as the basis
For ad hominem attacks.
Group D calls a conference,
Claiming they have the solution,
Which will (naturally) necessitate
A violent revolution.
Then somebody sets off a bomb;
Now it’s page one news.
Panels of experts will be convened
To express their cogent views.
Disquiet and anxiety
Will sweep across the nation.
Each side blames others for everything,
From abortion to inflation.
Are we witnessing the fateful events
That will tear our world asunder?
Nah! It’s just the banal anatomy
Of the latest nine day wonder.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
oh **** i missed a spot
on the wall,
i painted my face instead:
any creases or wrinkles apparent?
ex hominem... that’s related to a universal person,
the whole notion: wouldn’t you?
that’s the paradox contra ad hominem -
for it to be true you'd need to
be a universal person in a universal scenario...
but since you're a particular person
in a particular scenario... we're meddling
in untracked territory of freedom...
the freedom that's not coupled to doubt
but the freedom that's coupled to denial...
and here come the priests saying
the former is evil... and the latter good...
bigots and sheep ******** the whole lot of them
who mumble prayer but
can't tell you directions to the library
for the anti-climax of monday's sanctimony,
of tuesday's operatic tabernacle,
to wednesday's: the cure's friday night i'm in love,
to fatty thursday not using pancakes...
to one good friday where the crucifixion
is not repeated using actors and
the audience of shadows...
to saturday the day of binge drinking...
to sunday when lucifer said the words:
i illuminate turning helium into hydrogen
and not turning the new testament into the old testament...
to the remnant first monday after:
eye for an eye... i won't take your money
to spare you... keep that filth with you -
buy yourself a parrot... or a labrador...
i won't take this "adequate compensation"
not one bit... better me bitterer on the street
or as a satanic sacrifice... take it with you...
i'll have my eye for an eye in the realm to come;
good sir... it would be counter-intuitive otherwise...
it would go against newtonian physics
to be recompensed with money
rather than an undamaged brain.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
Warmth spreads from touch and tongue,
warm breath from hot lung.
We are laying in bed- waiting to paint our world red
and I am dwelling on every little thing you have said.
Wishes float in the air-
and your hands encompass everything I’ve sought,
here we live in a thought.
Bones form a full body with moving dynamics
and your mind fills with ad hominem tricks.
I’ll look through your skin; it’ll look back in shame of its sin.
Indulgence of the flesh, the meat of your faults melt when our hands mesh.
A single frame doesn’t move, bordered by broken limbs and forgotten whims.
Your kiss smears on my cheek, softly we become weak.
Hold close your bit of me defined,
and I'll grip tightly to the only chipped piece left behind.
Mar 13, 2010
Mar 13, 2010 at 10:27 AM UTC
philosophia est scio nihil, continuum timor et taedium ego: actus automaton: in excelsis hospes.
in england the ad hominem principle
is easily brushed aside,
someone might have something
interesting to say, even though
all would agree to an abhorrence
in terms of moral relativism
which is an abhorrence-in-itself,
why make anything apart from
space & time relative? people change,
get with the grooves and your
free will and your freedom to commit
mistakes...
in england the ad hominem principle
is a farce... it doesn't exist...
that's why the english can't philosophise,
they can sing, but they can't philosophise,
because instead of ad hominem
we have the principle ad populo,
yeah, i'm an apologist of heidegger,
it took me 2 years and several other
books in between to finish his being and time,
because i believed he was onto something,
and the argument against him
on the principles of ad hominem is deflected
toward argumentation ad zeitgeist,
yet in england engaging with controversy
of the times is curbed and censored
by the principle ad populo, i.e.:
to the people.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
Don't use
gender bias
as justification
to be equally prejudicial;
most feminists I've met
are just as sexist
as the dogma they fight.
Hate cannot usurp hate.
Prejudice cannot quell prejudice.
These tactics
are cheap ad hominem arguments.
People are people.
All lives matter.
Period.
All this schismatic exclusion
only further polarizes
a fractured and diseased worldview;
we must work together
to bring the spectrum
back to healthy balance
rather than
acting on hubris;
equilibrium is inevitable,
so it may as well be sought
on our own terms,
lest we be forced against our wills
to come to terms with it.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
Whatever floods the veins, the poet said, excuses the faint and the young
-cj
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
"take me to church," the con man said
and I agreed to it, as I was yet to see
his feignness, his shrouded cloud cast
over the sunny afternoon
I thought I was moving on, getting somewhere,
but I was chasing reflections of someone
I thought I knew,
trapped in a mirror's maze until winter
-c.j.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
Give a person a platform,
and he will speak,
as if he has been called upon,
to reimagine the Gettysburg Address,
Plato's Symposiym,
The Sermon on the Mount,
As if his voice,
and more importantly his VOICE,
were the first,
last,
and only.
Give a person information,
and she will use it learn,
precisely all that she intended to learn,
according to precisely the correct agenda,
Choosing facts like accesories,
artfully selected reinforce the image.
Give opinion power,
and it will bulldog its way around reason,
and usurp logic with its echo.
The telephone game.
The telephone game.
Give emotion a foothold,
on the mountain of knowledge,
and it will erode etched stone,
into dust,
drifting motes of once-facts.
Give humanity a sense of importance,
and it will pontificate itself
into righteous extinction.
Give society freedom,
And it will see it abolished,
in the name of good cause...
In the name of justice...
Whatever that is.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
i really miss fighting... throwing punches,
kicking people's *** i miss it, because i'd love to
sport a plum... but... the last time i was
in a fight...
i was only a witness...
just outside a nightclub...
this guy punched another
guy dead...
no, seriously, one proper
hit to the head, and the guy
was out...
it's very peculiar seeing
death before your eyes...
it looked very much like
chopping down a tree...
with a single chop...
and the tree lay flat, and it didn't dare to move
to the syllables of exchanging seasons...
i guess it would be easier
to stomach seeing a suicide
taking place... a man jumping off a bridge
would be easier to stomach that seeing
a man punch another man, dead...
but seeing a punch like that
in the face... with the guy falling
down, dead, so quickly?
watching someone die,
right before your eyes?
it's no fun... since there's no funeral
to be had...
it's too quick, because it is:
as it happens...
i was off the scene as quickly as possible,
no... i was not going to
be a wtiness... **** that...
i've been a witness of a theft of a mobile
phone,
stood in court...
prior to had to sieve through a bunch
of culprit profile pictures, to identify the suspect,
and so i did, the owner of the stolen mobile phone
couldn't identify him...
and many years later...
what, a, complete, **** he, became;
so much for the human conceptualisation
of either knowledge, or jurisprudence...
how unlikely it has to become...
that i believe in a theocracy;
since man is so "schizophrenic"
(i.e. he's not rational... he's split!)
in serving his so-called
conceptualisation of, "justice",
having been... perfected, to a universal /
uniform, socialist, alternatively stated: desirable level;
i base my belief in god,
on the inadequacy of man, as having
the sane capacity, to serve a just argument,
for whatever reward, or, therefore "just", punishment;
and this is, an ob hominem statement;
simply translated? i'm just going
to ignore the people that disagree with this
kind of "decree".
just talk to me, when you see one man, punch
another man... dead; there's a reason for
the sport of boxing, enforcing boxing gloves.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC