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.
Empathize,
And part with the clouds;
Light's story.
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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The Paragliders like ravenous vultures flew
to southern Israel to predate on soft targets.
Like swarms of bees, they snuck, raped, maimed, shot, burnt and slew.
Terror did every man's fragile conscience becloud.
Hate made their embittered hearts to mercy forget.
Abductions followed, having to terror avowed.
Then came the IDF's genocidal intent,
having intended global laws to circumvent;
Children, women, all consumed by mighty vengeance.
A disproportionate response beyond balance.
Homes, hospitals, Mosques, Churches and schools are levelled,
as Gaza is by torrents of bombs bedeviled.
I do not with a livid Israel sympathize,
nor do I with a besieged Gaza empathize.
With humanity I have my affinity,
for my deep love for it, tends to infinity.
AI can’t empathize
no bones~
no sticks no stones
If you were me and I were you,
We’d know what we were going through,
For we can never quite explain
Our joys, our sorrows or our pain.
Those close to us will empathize
And try to see things through our eyes,
Yet even then, they will not know
How high or low our moods may go.
It isn’t like we try to hide
The feelings bubbling inside,
But we could only truly see
If I were you and you were me.
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