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marisa Oct 2014
When you’ve asked yourself, “what the hell am I doing with my life?”
Five times before you’ve even had your morning coffee
Which isn’t enough, so you grab a second coffee
Because you stayed up until sunrise writing a lab report on the psychological effects of coffee
They call that an education.

When you stare at screens and sheets of paper
Until Shakespeare’s sonnets and Sir John A. Macdonald
Are scratched into the blackboard on the inside of your brain
Only to have the slate wiped clean
The second your Scantron card spells “success” in Braille,
They call that an education.

When you’re swimming in, shall we call it, the Academian Sea
And tentacles reach out and start to pull you under one by one
And the lifeguards on the shore simply tell you to swim harder,
They call that an education.

I remember walking onto campus feeling so inspired
Ready to be re-wired
Until they said my arts degree would never get me hired
Now the time keeps passing by and I always feel so tired
And for what reason?
I’ve read countless books on history and Hamlet and how to speak Italian yet it seems as though the most I’ve learned is all the different ways I can doubt myself
I am creative, I am well-read, I am kind, I am caring, but I am a history major
And in a place where 3.0s and 4.0s and future capital value is practically etched into our skin for the world to read like a bad tattoo
Apparently that means I’m not going anywhere.
There are so many days when I want my tattoo removed
So people will stop staring at the decimal points and prerequisites that distract from the rest of me and look me in the eyes for a change and see in my smile that this is who I really am

But instead I’ll probably stay up late again
Learn names and dates again
Forget them after the test again

Because when you stare at that sheet of paper if you’re dedicated (or crazy) enough to make it that far
And you cover up your tattoo with your graduation gown only for them to draw your degree wherever enough skin shows to prove to the world that they’ve churned out another one
They call that an education.
i love learning, but i have a bone to pick with the education system.
woolgather Jul 2016
I once knew a man
Whom I'd see everyday
And I'd swear he'd love all and hate not even one.
And I'd swear he'd always smile through the day.

He'd be joyful and kind,
Handsome and smart
He'd let no one fall behind,
He'd let everyone take part.

How could a man so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to torture himself with pain and regret,
To poison himself that "nothing is the cure"?

I once knew a man
Whom I'd see everyday
Who'd see the goodness in all, though not an academian,
Who'd let nobody alone to enter the fray.

How could a man so perfect,
Feel bad about himself?
To torture himself with pain and neglect,
To put his big heart on the shelf?

I once knew a man
Whom I'd see everyday,
No one thought he'd be a madman,
No one thought he'd never want to stay.

How could a man so perfect,
Doubt himself so bad?
As for him, his emotions, adject,
Seeing himself, a terrible lad?

























I once knew a man
Whom I'd see when he goes past,
No one knew who ruined his fun,
Sadly he took the breath that was his last.

He may be joyful and kind,
Handsome and smart,
But he'd let his tears slide,
And break his big, big heart.

He wrote some notes to leave:
"Sorry I didn't tell"
"But I just felt so bad, I just couldn't live."
"Sorry I didn't tell"

And to the one who'd be reading my letter,
Who feels the way I do;
I'd know everything would be better,
Please don't give up on you.
I'm sorry
Ken Pepiton Apr 20
Let me try to make sense of the effectual fervency requirement.

Availing much, eh, what is avail, to me, valient effort expense, perhaps.
Available. Too much, eh.
A valorous effort, charging a kind of
weform mindform spirit shape we
attending with half a brain, to A.
Huxley, speaking from 1960 or so,
What a piece of work man is.

Very large numbers is subject
to average approximation
means, all means
in rational balance and spinning energy
allocations, as means
to attract idle words, non compete,

old karma dharma levels too deep
to imagine twice the same.

Fortune tellers or insurance companies,
confidence business
Framing referents,
insuring we get the point, as readers
Force fed referential self evidence
from a printed grapho
hos grapho grapho grafitti, evidence
from Kilroy, the idea/

EASTER. {Passover} Prelude
to Maydays, Kings are dead, long
live the king, the thing, the idea, eh, boss
of me,
in me, he, is risen.

He is risen, indeed, the enchantment,
seen as we assume a shape,
some spider's abandoned kite,
we ride as a lash mite may, animated,

we, as not me, nor thee, but we,
working wonder
for a living, offering confident upright reasons,
for the prelogos nous level conscience, knowns
at the liver level,
knowns
at rhenaladrenal level, gut conscience, upright, I, inside,
rationally balanced dancing levels,
we, as not us, but what we form,
whenever, we become a mind
of our own, a mobmind, Zeitgeist, any two or more,
wonders what ifed into 2025 access to information interesting

enough,
to leave room
for rest,
in proof, pure
peace, enough,
to ponder liquid metaphoric
reflective contemplative gearing is called for, mechanically,
-moments ABSing preventative slow
to bring seconds worth of concentration,
to the scale, fluxuation vibratory humming,
in balance, my rationed willpower used to make believe,
I am chosing words at random, in a familiar way, being

as one may literally be, in a book like environment, seeing
as one can imagine, being a grapho, a decree, be me, see

what a creature
on the order
of a reader familiar
with Huxley,
at Ape and Essence, experience a reader ties
to carp… old fish,

wisht once toomany times, solo hook, life sunk,
back
to the shack
by the see full
of good things
to eat,
beside a trickling stream seeping
from high
on the granite wall,    

Remember, hours
of silence,
with these inner humms, Acutron
steady, even when the big guns go….
how biguns do, Acutron
steady hummin', human interest, …
how I hapt'gno, Acutron

hmmm, steady, effectual fervent waiting
to know, you know
what time it was,
in big picture 20th century mindhats known
worn, bhering evidence
to the wearer's status and caste known,
witness the projected value associated, eh, what I say

as sociated we think, ah
as such, breathe, we think, while others read, ambiguous tense,
as so situated, we think, we have being as readers ready logically,

for whatever we find fits our plainest version of our version
of the overall results of Easter, or, more importantly, today,

Christmas, the message, McLuhan, most know something
of his presentation
of his perceptions from Canadian Academian POV verily,
verily postpone --- time hold, a thought,

thinking, first time, breathe, and think what thought feels like.

Let this mind be in you, listen to yourself retell the reason, the use for,
the faith ration each ready reader has availed one's own self's access to,

letters, pen slow, brush slow, rude reed grapho in the beach, washt away,

though your sins, as you define what has beguilted thee and thine idea, I am
and curcumin -pops in- an adlib AI word, beguilingly the one this idea is, I am.

At that point, in a real weform, we sigh, as is, we all sigh, but some think sigh.
Exhale, I think, that was kinda fun.

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