Tag Archive: Meaning


A Lesson in Empathy

Hide the guns, hide the bleach,
Keep the razor blades,
Out of reach.

This will prevent suicide.
This is all it takes.
There is nothing left to do.

Lie to yourself if you need to,
But removing the means, the ways,
The methods, the tools,
Does nothing at all.

Without a hammer in hand,
An average human will grab a rock,
And pound in the nail.

When cutting branches from your kid’s favorite tree,
To prevent them from falling and breaking their arm,
They will use a ladder,
To reach their favorite height.

Whether by creativity, ingenuity,
Or necessity,
Repression inspires revolt.

Being forbidden to partake,
Increases the desire more.
The well-behaved turns into a rebel,
When their forward paths are blocked.

Out of sight out of mind will only work,
For the ignorant,
The weak-willed,
Or those foolish enough to believe,
That they can trick themselves.

If the production of guns were banned,
And all existing guns were destroyed,
The number of death by guns would decrease.

Congratulations,
You’ve achieved your result,
You’ve dropped the gun deaths to zero.

But the overall statistic will not have changed.
Why?
Because you’ve been fooling yourself.
People aren’t killed because of the tool,
People don’t die because of the weapon,
People are the cause, guns are the means.

Even if all guns were outright destroyed,
And production halted,
The hunter,
The hobbyist,
The terrorist,
The enthusiast,
Would find a way to reproduce the weapon.

With suicidal thoughts harbored in the mind,
All that matters is the end,
And the ends justify the means,
Even if the options are one fewer.

Bleach, guns, window panes, neckties, and sleeping pills,
Are one and the same,
In the eyes of the desperate.

They are the one thing,
That will make them happy again.

We mustn’t address the means,
We must address the cause.
Suicidal tendencies, psychopathy, sociopathy,
Rage, insanity, trauma, depression,
Are what we need to shine a spotlight on.

Not on hiding guns away from our suicidal children.

I’m sure you mean well,
But you’re doing nothing at all.

Sympathy is useless because there is no connection.
Showing someone you care is not understanding.
All anyone wants in this world is to make a connection,
Even just one connection,
That says, without words,
I’m glad you’re here.
Your life has meaning,
And I would not be the same without you.

Make that connection and they would not want to hurt themselves,
For fear of hurting you.

Start saying,
You matter to me,
Instead of,
I feel your pain.

We all could use a lesson in empathy.

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The Pattern

Dust beneath the windowsill,
Falling to the ground.
So it seems it always is,
When no one can be found.

But when time is lost and memories are shot,
A room is still a room.
For everything that happened there,
No remnants remain to loom.

The meaning we assign to things,
Is a silly, trivial thought,
For the things that truly belong to us,
Surely can’t be bought.

Funny, though laugh I don’t,
Is the importance it seems to gain.
We are what we own in life, the masses scream aloud,
It all belongs to each one of us, no matter how mundane!

Love lost, meaning shot, everyone has long forgot,
The obvious incongruity of want versus need.
For it’s been years upon decades upon centuries,
Since reason has given up and fleed.

Expectations, responsibility, money, and deadlines,
All man-made problems only suffered by man.
Though that irony seems to evade everyone,
Naive to the master plan.

So take every bit of that conformity, unity, normalcy, sanity,
And burn it to the ground.
We can only be ready to grow,
When we have truly found,
A way to break the pattern.

Eloi are We

In a world where politics reign and good deeds are ignored,
Is it worth being purely talented?
Or must false interest, overused banter, and shallow conversation,
Be mixed with what is really of value?

In a world where individuality is celebrated,
But conformity is sold,
Can the unique emerge above the formulaic?
Contradictions everywhere.

There should be no incentive,
To remove quality, just to be rich.
Popular is great for the average,
But it’s useless for those that can see the transparency.

Art has become simplified, distilled, diluted,
Meaning, nuance, and form have taken the back seat,
Flash, wonder, and awe move to the front.
The quickly evoked emotion ensures continuous success, apparently…..

Whatever happened to subtlety?
Whatever happened to implications?
Why did we become this blunt ensemble,
That no longer thinks for themselves?

Are we too numb to recognize this trap we’re in,
Or have we simply become too comfortable in our laziness to climb out?

All I Ask

“All I Ask”
By Jacko Velt

It’s like a Christmas I don’t need
These gifts I can’t use
This feeling that means nothing
These sentiments that are left unfelt
Yet if there is not meaning
Everything is a shallow attempt
A transparent front

The feeling of belonging
Why is it that we all need it?
No amount of confidence
Can eliminate the lack
Of belonging.

What fills the gap
That grows inside
When no one fully
Appreciates
What it is you do
Who you are
That you’re here

What fills the hole
That purpose cannot complete
Goals, knowledge, experience, desire
Are not enough
To inspire your confidence

A picture’s worth a thousand words
But all I need are four
I know you want the best of me
Mediocre is not enough
But when does excellence
Excel expectation?
At which point
Does bottomless Want
Become unachievable?

Four words
I believe in you
You did it well
I’m happy for you
I’m glad you’re here
Good to see you
Good job, nice work

Uncertainty racks everyone’s mind
Because there is no connection
From brain to brain
If you think it, say it
If you believe it, convey it
Inference is a faulty interpreter
From one thought and voice
To another ear and understanding

The intonation you use, the words you choose
The way you stand, the way you smile, the way you hesitate
Even for a while
Everything you say and do
Is who you are to the
Outside world.

The way you think, feel, believe
Is never seen nor heard
Until you spell it out
By action or word

Let me know
That’s all I ask