Empathy

This method of writing eliminates as many words as I can from an existing piece to create a new element. I leave it open to your capable imagination my dear friends.

 “Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant with the weak and wrong. Sometime in your life, you will have been all of these.” – Gautama Buddha

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New
Seeing smiles, feeling frowns
Hearing empty laughter 
tears
Wet my reaching palm
A facade of silent screams
Searching, a waiting heart 
mourns
 Strangers will never know
 Old
I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
 
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 

– See more at: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2010/12/empathy.html#sthash.azi4OmuA.dpuf

I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
 
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 

– See more at: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2010/12/empathy.html#sthash.azi4OmuA.dpuf

I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
 
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 

– See more at: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2010/12/empathy.html#sthash.azi4OmuA.dpuf

I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know?
I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
 
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 

– See more at: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2010/12/empathy.html#sthash.azi4OmuA.dpuf


revised 10242013
 

A Uniquely Exquisite Pattern – The Pain Of Success

“As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation — either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.” – Martin Luther King Jr.

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I bear wounds that seem to never heal, a constant pain that surrounds all my reality. Where will I go from it? What will I do with it? Pain is my fuel that stokes the fires of excellence and success. Without it, I’m powerless before pleasure, seduced to be complacent. I bear the marks of life’s whips in a uniquely exquisite pattern. So beautiful are their ragged trails that spell my name – “Survivor”. To excel I must accept my pain. When I fight it, or hide from it, it kills me. When I accept it, it empowers me. Mourn your pain, then brush yourself off, take it by the ear and demand from it success, knowing that unless you experience the depths of pain, you’ll not know the heights of joy.

Also published in:  Broowaha
02202011