Don’t feel sorry for me. I am a competent,
satisfied human being.
Be sorry for the others who fidget complain,
who constantly rearrange their lives like furniture.
Juggling mates and attitudes,
their confusion is constant.
And it will touch,
whoever they deal with.
Beware of them:
one of their key words is LOVE.
And beware those who,
only take instructions from their God.
For they have failed completely,
to live their own lives.
Don’t feel sorry for me,
because I am alone.
For even at the most terrible moments,
humor is my companion.
I am a dog walking backwards,
I am a broken banjo,
I am a telephone wire strung up in Toledo, Ohio
I am a man eating a meal,
this night in the month of September.
Put your sympathy aside.
they say
water held up Christ:
to come through
you better be nearly as lucky.
(by Charles Bukowski)
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I put in it, and all I knew
Of canvas-cunning and of Art,
Of tenderness and passion true.
A worshipped Master came to see;
Oh he was kind and gentle, too.
He studied it with sympathy,
And sensed what I had sought to do.
Said he: “Your paint is fresh and fair,
And I can praise it without cease;
And yet a touch just here and there
Would make of it a masterpiece.”
He took the brush from out my hand;
He touched it here, he touched it there.
So well he seemed to understand,
And momently it grew more fair.
Oh there was nothing I could say,
And there was nothing I could do.
I thanked him, and he went his way,
And then - I slashed my picture through.
For though his brush with soft caress
Had made my daub a thing divine,
Oh God! I wept with bitterness,
. . . It wasn’t mine, it wasn’t mine.
(by Robert William Service)
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I remember the day like yesterday
When I looked into your heart,
I thought I saw forever,
But forever fell apart.
I never knew this day would come,
Not in a million years.
That I would be sitting here without you,
To wipe away my tears.
I never believed you’d kill yourself,
I thought it was a joke.
Till i heard the gun go off,
My heart leapt to my throat.
Nobody understood what happened,
Nobody really knew why,
I was the only one who knew you wanted to die.
I told myself it was meant to be,
But i knew it was a lie.
The thought of living without you,
Still makes me cry.
So I’m sitting here without you,
Four years since that day.
The day the boy I was meant to love,
Went so very far away.
I seem to love another now,
Just like you said I would.
But life here without you,
Still isn’t very good.
I know you’d be so proud of me,
To see how much I’ve changed.
I’m learning to trust again,
To break away the chains.
The ones that held my walls so tight,
That no one could get in.
I’m learning to love myself again,
I’m learning to Forgive…
(by Amber D. Shipler)
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