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Concoxide Jul 2017
it's just a phase..
this face that i must fake..
yes, the cake is a lie..
that only you and i recognize.

i am a scar..
though i ask of you, look hard..
for the compartments left departed
are only vacancies of an exhausted heart.

i have issues deep in tissues..
ink stains in the pink flesh I've misused.
a subtle twitch in this left eyelid..
reminiscent of where I've been.

my aim, to wipe a slate clean,
and further, to electrify like lightning,
hydrates a sane mindscape..
that I've made my end game.

so please, go easy on me.
i needn't reload those leavened loaves.
I'll leave it be 'till kingdom come.
just watch and you'll see, I'll overcome.

just dare me to go barreling
into life like a stunt man's staircase.
I'll take the risks even if it means splints
as long as it benefits those around me.
Concoxide Jul 2017
i saw the results of an amateur study claiming to measure which religion cares the most about the homeless by the amount of money dropped into a variety of bowls with each religion labeled and laid out in front of a beggar.

i propose that money is not an accurate measurement of caring in this situation.  the following points could also be applied to raising children and/or running our education system... here is my argument:

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money is not the most accurate measure of caring in this situation.

for example, if a child has not yet learned to walk, and you want the child to walk (you care) you have these options:

1. use money to pay someone to manipulate the child's legs or build an expensive apparatus that performs the task of walking for the child

2. use knowledge and training to encourage the child to familiarize themselves with the mechanics of walking.

3. do nothing, just observe.

each method may have a different result..

1. the child walks, although this stops when the manipulator stops.  this is a solution, although the child probably didn't learn anything. he may have made a new friend, but he is dependent on that friend... payments must be made perpetually to achieve the goal we care about.. alot of money is needed to maintain this type of caring... it may never end because skills may never be learned.

2. the child struggles. the child gets frustrated. the child gets motivated to overcome the frustration. the child's learns how to follow instructions.  eventually the child acclimates himself to the mechanics of walking. the child walks.  the goal we care about is achieved. we no longer have to concern ourselves with the goal in any way, shape, or form.

3.  the child struggles.  the child gets frustrated.  the child gets motivated to overcome the frustration.  the child either falls into desperation and gives up or learns how to be innovative and resourceful.. discovering the mechanics of walking by trial and error.

scenario 1
the throw money at it scenario may be the most commonly accepted form of caring, although it is often the worst at achieving the goals we care about.

scenario 2
the structured training scenario can be good at achieving the goals we care about, although there could still be a level of dependency here if/when new problems are encountered that aren't covered by the training.

scenario 3
the hands off scenario has both the greatest and the worst potential.  the goals we care about may be achieved or the subject may be lost entirely.  if the goals are achieved, the subject is likely to be very prepared to take on any new or unexpected problems encountered.

the most appropriate approach may be in the form of a combination of scenario 2 and scenario 3...  providing knowledge/training to overcome a problem only when the subject is leaning towards desperation/giving up... one must determine, however, whether the subject that has given up can be remotivated.

so you see, lack of monetary donation does not equate to a lack of caring.  and i do realize that "training" involves money although it's not money put directly in a beggars bowl.

the measurement depicted seems to be more of an inverse representation of the wisdom and problem solving capabilities of the average followers of said groups
Concoxide Jul 2017
this planet has
problems
but I've got a drinking
solution
everywhere i look there's
nuisances
though i perceive them as a
challenge

this planet has
solutions
but I've got a drinking
problem
everywhere i look there's
challenges
though i perceive them as a
nuisance
Concoxide Jul 2017
i am happy
i am sad
when I'm angry
i am mad

i am lonely
I'm content
I'm a misguided
continent

If I were an island
in the sea
I'd have no reason
to compete

but i am hungry
belly breached
I've had my fill of
what I've seen

I'm outspoken
shy as can be
I've been broken
entirely complete

i am helpful
can't be reached
a subject of
my Majesty

i am bored
excitably
you are what I'm
supposed to read

"i like turtles"
"apparently"
full disclosure of
originality

i am thankful
rude indeed
appreciating
ungratefully

I'm distorted
static free
I'm the poem that
ghostwrote me
Concoxide Jul 2017
i kissed a girl
lipstick smeared from here to
the spear edge of the world

itching to curl up with you
cozy with tunes, smelling your
scent in curly cues

i moved in with a girl
passion lapsed then came back
in the cyclical style of God

alot of compromises and laughs
tamed our minds, molded and
made us unified at last

i married a girl
spoken vows composed with
power, prose, and love devout

we bought a house
came close to thrown in towels
but worked it out

we made a boy
the greatest joy we've attained
up to this point, of course

now all our previous
complaints seem so
lame and unimportant

life is art I'm told
so here we paint our broad strokes for
happy house, hearth, heart and home
Concoxide Jul 2017
under a weeping willow
with just a pillow, i sleep
with the stars so far away
yet still bright for eyes to see

a breeze blows from the East
on the leaves, dew settles
and a few mellow butterflies
flutter by me

so peaceful a setting
i see a fire fly light show
a sight for sore eyes
deep into the night they glow
Concoxide Jul 2017
i wrote a poem
full of low blows and
stone throws

hits below the belt
in the name of help like
I'm the hero

but I'm not the hero here
when i stoop to that level
i spoke in their tongue
with a song sung
to slight the devil

I'm sorry
i apologize
that's not the guy I'd like to be

i got carried away some
by the momentum of
sought inspiration freed

my creativity has no patience sometimes
i just go with the flow and
follow the first phrase that rhymes

i find myself obsessing over
ways to intertwine them
I'd take a taser to the spine
if it meant I'd find that next line

here i go again
letting go of it
cuz it just keeps flowing in
like the spigot handle broke off
jeez man,
am i just a show off?
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