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Beneath the surface of our giving,
A quiet echo, always living.
The hand extended, the gift bestowed,
Holds traces of what the heart is owed.

In every act of kindness shown,
A seed of self is always sown.
A smile exchanged, a burden shared,
The giver leaves their soul ensnared.

Transaction speaks in whispers faint,
Not loud enough to mar the saint.
Yet woven in the tapestry,
Is the thread of reciprocity.

Evolution’s pen, so deftly writ,
Has carved the rules; we benefit.
To give is to connect, survive,
To keep the fire of bonds alive.

But purest light, we chase, we yearn,
For altruism that won’t return.
A gift devoid of self, of gain,
A spotless deed, untouched by stain.

And here, the fallacy takes form,
A standard raised against the norm.
To cast aside what’s real, profound,
For lofty heights that can’t be found.

For in the real, the flawed, the small,
Lies beauty woven through it all.
A kindness fraught with give and take
Still soothes the wounds that living makes.

Should we dismiss imperfect grace,
Because it wears a human face?
Or hold it close, and see it whole,
A blend of heart, and mind, and soul.

The saintly act, the selfish cheer,
Are not as distant as they appear.
For even joy in giving free
Forms part of our humanity.

So let us honor deeds once spurned,
Where subtle trades of trust are earned.
And measure worth by what is done,
Not by the motives of the one.

For if perfection is the goal,
We’ll find no virtue in the soul.
Yet in the flawed, the fractured light,
Shines something real, and something right.

Reflection
Altruism is no saint’s domain,
But the hand that lifts through joy or pain.
A mirror held to humankind,
Revealing heart, and what’s behind.
A Reply to:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4926937/what-about-me/

**Synopsis**
This poem, Altruism's Mirror, explores the multifaceted nature of altruism, juxtaposing the realistic, transactional aspects of human kindness with the idealized concept of selfless giving. The verses acknowledge that altruistic acts, though often celebrated as purely selfless, are deeply entwined with human psychology, biology, and social constructs.

Through vivid imagery and reflective tones, the poem weaves a narrative that critiques the pursuit of "pure altruism" as an unattainable standard, likening this pursuit to the **Nirvana Fallacy**. It invites the reader to embrace the imperfection inherent in acts of kindness, emphasizing that flawed and transactional altruism still holds profound value in fostering connection, survival, and mutual support.

The poem also highlights the inherent beauty in altruistic acts, regardless of their underlying motivations. It challenges the dismissal of acts deemed "impure" for carrying elements of self-interest, reframing them as authentic expressions of humanity.

**Artist’s Intent:**
The poet aims to reconcile the tension between the ideal and the real, urging readers to move past the binary of "selfless" versus "self-serving" acts. Through this piece, the artist seeks to celebrate the complexity of altruism, emphasizing that its worth lies not in its perfection but in its impact. By embracing the transactional nature of giving as part of the human condition, the poem calls for a more compassionate and pragmatic view of altruistic behavior.

Ultimately, Altruism's Mirror is a meditation on human nature, inviting readers to find beauty in the nuanced interplay between generosity, self-interest, and connection. It challenges the notion that altruism must be pure to be meaningful, suggesting that the flawed, everyday acts of kindness are the truest reflections of our shared humanity.
I love you with all my DNA
But i fear that you don't
I fear rejection and discompassion
I love with you with all my DNA
With all my being
But I think that you
Return my love with
Hatred
I love you with all my DNA
But I think that you only
Want money from
Me
I love you with all my DNA
But I can't be to sure to
Sure if your eyes
Are really smiling at me
And if your touch says
That you love me with all your DNA too.
As you make love to me and
I, you
I cannot help but think this
All a lie like the others
Before you
I Autopsy  your feeling and investigate
The idea of love
The scene where we made love kissed and made intense love
This is just of my dreams
I feel depressed that you won't return my love for you
I love with my DNA
Always
But do you feel the same
Kiss my lips and hold me until  I pass sweetly in your arms
Let our bodies entwine with eachother as
We make the best love in our lives.  As I find that we
Will never part.
Is this just an experiment gone wrong
Kiss mee where every you want.  
And I will die for you.
So I am human
Though I have been discarded
By many people and lovers
Never to be touches again
I have a biohazard sticker on my forehead
No one wants to go near me
I am emotional Medical waste
I find  nothing  redeeming
About love the
Very mention of that word
Frightens me
More than
A fight with death
I am scared
That if I come looking for it
It will lead
To me
Being hurt
Discarded as if I am medical waste
Don't go near me
I am who I am
As I cry in the corner
I can't think of anything
More then to flutter
Off like a butterfly
A butterfly to a better place
Why don't I stop looking for love
Why can't I look for
More knowledge
And curiosities
In life and death
~
The day was orange
The word is yellow
Out like a light switch
Teeth a steady glow

The projectile's
Crisscross trajectory
Is no kindness

In the catacombs of this mine
Watch it leak
Watch it settle

What remains is
Subterranea, urania
Built to last
A moment to inhale
Before fade to black

~
I am your Bonny
You are my Clyde
Together forever
Side by side .
Take to the highways
Travel through towns
Run with the ups
Push away the downs.
We will sleep under
The stars look up
At the moon
Greet every sunrise
As if the light in the room.
We will dance the meadows
Sing to the hills
Everyday we will blossom
With the people we ****.
 May 30 Rob Rutledge
rick
people have their god
               and
people have their no god
               but
neither has solid proof
                nor
the definitive answer
               only
what they truly believe in
                and
they’re so sure of themselves
               that
they’ll defend and protect their beliefs
                  if
any differences are shouted at them
                 and
they’ll hold and cradle their beliefs
               tightly
like a security blanket
                 and
they’ll preach their beliefs
                  to
any pair of ears they come across
                  it’s
the never-ending game
           straddling
the on-going centuries
                  if
you have god, go with god
                and
                  if
you have nothing, go with nothing
                 just
leave me the hell out of it:
your beliefs
      my beliefs
          his beliefs
             her beliefs
               their beliefs
                 were never a certainty.
 May 30 Rob Rutledge
Cadmus
When a noble heart is betrayed,
He runs not home, but feeds the flame.

Toward the low, he throws his grace,
A furious fall from a higher place.

As if to curse what once was pure,
To make his past no longer endure.

Not for pleasure, not for thrill
But to punish the light it once stood still.
Even the most virtuous soul, when betrayed deeply enough, may seek ruin not out of desire, but as revenge against the very morality that once made them vulnerable. It is not corruption they chase, but justice twisted by pain.
 May 30 Rob Rutledge
kaya
wilt
 May 30 Rob Rutledge
kaya
they picked the brightest flower;
not the one
wilted,
bent at the stem,
dull from too little sun.
i never expected it to be me—
but god,
i wanted it to be.
A man goes to a doctor—
“Doctor, I’m depressed,”
the man says; life is harsh,
unforgiving, cruel.

The doctor lights up!--
The treatment, after all, is so simple!

“The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight,”
the doctor says,
“Go and see him! That should sort you out.”

The man bursts into tears.

“But doctor,”
he says,
I am Pagliacci.
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