The boy comes to a place on the sidewalk
As his sole prepares to waste it’s soul
The caterpillar calls out, shrieking calmly
Man, remember I am here
I don’t move as fast as you
So please, empathize with me
Man, why do you pretend
Pretend to be the object
That you loathe so deeply
A lustful thirst to be seen
Consumes the eyes of you
And ends the lives of youth
Man, why do try to find
So many reasons to end
What you’ve wanted so desperately
Since your first breath of sin
Man, man, man,
That lover doesn't feel like you
Could it be said that the knife
Cuts farther into the gold than the flesh
I can’t speak for you, man
Though your fleshy brain
Commands the cataclysm
To thwart your heart and optimism
And said with lonely intent,
Man,
Do what you wish onto yourself onto others
But do good for you and your lover
Not as a bad fellow did say
Felo de se
Accuse subtly
Apologize with sincerity
Empathize with touch
Show interest
Build trust
Entertain
Then strike
...observe
Ah, yes, recoil
Shocked at the moment
Insist misunderstanding
Declare character
Downplay tension
Smile and assure
Have a drink
Pull the rein
...train
Circumstances tighten
The fence is forming
The mind submits
The trial is over
The gate closes
The lie locks
The soul consents
Contract sealed
...order
Chaos concealed in control
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-16-2026
Note: Look up the title on Google...then reread. I love layered poetry :)
Petty indifferences invade your perception;
To cloud the pathways of your mind.
So that those delusions you've concocted,
Assault what’s left behind.
The trifling narrow mindedness you coddle,
Gives these fallacies their birth.
You forget your responsibilities,
When you can't recognize your self worth.
When you start barking orders;
Your ignorance comes to call!
I need no play by play;
I've no need to be told at all.
You’re giving them authority;
To hold your intelligence at bay.
Clearly I am not your enemy;
It's your anger leading you astray.
Prioritize all that rot!
Detour that confusion; get some peace.
Stop dwelling on trivial nonsense so that your problems will decrease.
Give and take as you command; it builds healthy respect.
Compromise always has the upper hand when it’s anger you reject.
Worrying is from your lack of faith;
You should never empathize your stress.
You can't let that last straw break your back,
You'll make your life a mess.
Don't take everything so critical!
Relax, you have to let it go!
Let’s sync together, you and I;
I’m your team mate, not your foe!
Dark circles 'neith bloodshot eyes,
problems increasing in size.
Oh, how I can empathize.
Constantly, she racks her brain.
Her grip, she fights to retain.
She drops off, won't go insane...
Just then, her alarm clock cries.
The tale of when our ancient world begins
when curious characters did abound,
such as the audibly contrasting twins,
who bore the common names Silence and Sound.
The mission Sound would always prosecute
with loud and bold voluble persistence,
thunderous, unyielding and resolute,
his one aim to tell of his existence.
While Silence stood still with an open ear.
not caring for notice or attention,
but to understand, empathize, and hear,
a humble, kind and loving intention.
The one who was Silent as a prayer,
was the one, in essence, really there.
Gentle Men as Mothers :Quest for Identity Protection.
Gentle he was with them, male and female -
His brothers and sisters from the start...
No giant in disposition, his tender thoughts
Spoke volumes to both men and women-
All of us need words that nurture hearts to heal
Like a nursing mother with her children,
His position did not forbid tones of comfort-
Well meant words from from men's careful hearts
Upbuild to teach, with confidence, not might.
No two -face approach which beats himself.
The feminine one, flesh of man's flesh safe in mind-heart.
No need to blow forbidden kisses
to false goddesses passing by...
The Apostle Paul: his motherly qualities. 1Thessalonians 2:7,8
(The "feminine" qualities in men, are drawn to the feminine qualities in women-
He is a Man who can empathize with his "complement." There is no need to be harsh.
God, as Supreme Authority, is the same. James 5:11
Aqua Marine. 10th April 2025.
Peach poetry flows like silver soul
Universal feelings from head to toe
Rises in surprises growing like red rose
People empathize bringing hearts close
Oh the purpose may be a story told
Some want to be heard or free to grow
Even the black bird has a song you know
Empathizing
Miracle Man
5/4/2024
We can’t feel some other’s pain but we can empathize,
we search our heart’s for comforting words to verbalize.
Pain we can’t feel,
To them, is so real,
their need is words of comfort, not someone to advise.
Turn of An Unfriendly Card
(Tarot 3 of Swords)
I cannot empathize with a shattered heart.
That image of a fragile, breakable baby pink orb
Is insulting to how I feel.
The turn of an unfriendly card depicts three swords
thrust into a still beating heart
I feel the sliver blade of that first sword
plunge hard, deep and succinctly.
I gasp with the pain in my chest
I feel the second as it severs sideways
and tears my heart from side to side
and as grief overwhelms my shredded heart,
the third slides neatly, methodically
down the middle until it dismembers
the connection to keeping it all together,
and I double over, sink to the floor, rock my body
and cry.
What I avoided is staring at me
daring me
to accept the inevitable and grow from upheaval
Become something greater that the puddle I’ve collapsed into,
grow something strong from the richness
of the blood-meal soaked earth.
The sword hurts and tears again while being pulled out
in necessary preparation for the healing to begin.
My heart is not fragile.
It's about time I tell you my story-
so jot down notes, and take inventory.
I've been there, done it too-
I've left my past behind me, and started anew.
I've been in relationships, and I've been alone-
I've made it through, all on my own.
I am not stuck on any past ordeals-
I empathize with others and I know how it feels.
I've lived in many neighborhoods, some not so nice-
Most of the areas were good, and suffice.
I had my share of bad decisions-
Wrong choice's were my life's collisions.
I've lived, I've loved, I've envied, as well-
I've even lived behind bars, incarcerated in a cell.
I've been charged, and I've been convicted-
Not at all the life that I had depicted.
I've seen wicked, evil people in my time-
straight up demonic slime.
Once I had a man try to beat me into submission-
I've even had my bouts with the disease of addiction.
I lost opportunities and run out of chances-
Poor choices were life's circumstances.
I continue forward and try not to dwell-
No longer living in my own created Hell.
You know that feeling…
The one of a love filled with hate
When you love someone
So so much,
That you’d do anything for them
Because they are all you live for
But also,
because,
You hate them
You want to flee
And never ever look back
Just for a chance
of a little freedom
Because
You both are going through ,
And don't care to empathize,
For each other,
Because
You’ve both seen,
Opposite sides of the same world,
That just can’t seem,
To meet in the middle
Because
you are mad,
That they don’t
Deal with your problems,
Even if you ask for help,
Because
each others’ problems,
Just. matter, more,
Because,
Your idea of happiness,
Is the opposite of theirs,
Yeah,
I want to pull down that feeling too,
To pretend like nothing has ever happened,
Between us,
But I can’t can I?
My hands will glow,
rising higher, ebbing
and flowing
with the gold-glass sea.
Herald of angels in our midst
as we kiss the feet of Christ.
For the earth is His hassock.
My soles will rejoice
as they crush
sweet-scented petals.
Invisible to the naked
eye. Good news spreads fast.
A whirlwind of death to life.
My arms will reach
the pinnacles of
pearly gates. There’s healing
in each touch, a cure
to empathize with hurts,
not lording over, but
holding on, catching
each tear.
There is profundity
in togetherness,
in what we share.
Strength of mine
delivered to the weak
and the next time
I am the weak.
She stared into the lonely skies,
Wings in cobalt sought to chastise,
With breathless tears she always tries,
Giving esteem to the laughing sunrise.
She sat beneath glittering stars, so wise,
Listening to the stillness, trying to surmise
Would the swelling seas believe her lies,
As the rushing waves continue to surprise.
She began to feel dreams, like butterflies,
Remembering the joy their light implies,
Kindling wonders her faith would baptize,
Prompting the heart who continues to fantasize.
Wherever she goes, she’s known to empathize –
With those who are hurting, those she’ll surmise,
Are often mourning, living with grief she’d advise…
Souls to touch the light that shines when worry dies.
October days with overcast; hauntingly dreary skies
Underneath which; I am drawn to your essense breadthwise
Strong Northwest winds, become the summers greenest leaves demise
Your Auburn eyes; are my vision of monarch butterflies
Floating on air, gliding; you touch my arms thwartwise
Authentic are our feelings; shared, with no disguise
Recharging each other's batteries; in the ways we empathize
Your eyes may resemble the color rust; for me, they simply galvanize
The way I feel about you, that could not be faked, or synthesized
How we both find safety in each other's arms being compartmentalized
We all crave peace in the Middle East
and an end to the war in Ukraine..
World democracies huddle to stop
the rubble and halt those aggressors who maim.
We see the innocents suffer with out any buffer
where death and destruction now reigns.
We empathize with their agony thru daily doses
of this tragedy yet the heavy blood spilling remains..
As it tears at our hearts we can do a small part to
bring peace to our planet again..
We must weed out all thoughts of anger from loss until
light in our heart remains.
Just one small thing at least, as we pray for world peace
at the dawn of each new day..
When we get our thoughts right and our heart candle's bright,
we may lighten some lives far away.
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