Here’s a poem by Claude McKay “On Broadway”

About me young careless feet
Linger along the garish street;
Above, a hundred shouting signs
Shed down their bright fantastic glow
Upon the merry crowd and lines
Of moving carriages below
Oh wonderful is Broadway — only
My heart, my heart is lonely
Desire naked, linked with Passion,
Goes trutting by in brazen fashion;
From playhouse, cabaret and inn
The rainbow lights of Broadway blaze
All gay without, all glad within;
As in a dream I stand and gaze
At Broadway, shining Broadway — only
My heart, my heart is lonely.

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MAN MADE RELIGION

“RELIGIOUS TRAINING!” 11/28/2017 Tuesday!

My Daddy is a Methodist,
Had a bunch o’ rules!
He forced me there on Sunday, to-sit-with-a-bunch-o’-“ghouls!”
{When-I-was-young} To sing old hymns, by Wesley & St. Claire,
When he knew {by gol’} I-wanted-t-play, when he KNEW I didn’t care!
‘Bout all that boring, religious stuff, ‘bout Jesus on the cross,
Forgiving (pause)
EVERYBODY!
I tell ya:
“Church! A ‘loss!’“
And so, so long ago
I QUIT!
Going to that place!
But mom & dad, they kept on going, to-save The Human Race!
And what of me? Well,-I’m-on-my own – (pause)
Don’t need people – ‘round me,
I flew-to-the-moon, REAL SOON, and dance and sing “Old Blarney!”*
I have no rules; I am my own!
I’ve no companions – “Give-a-dog-a-bone!”
I AM AN ISLAND! Whatcha think o’ that?
And
Dang!
I’m lonely!
Wish-I-had-a cat! (pause)
Or Someone-To-hold-my-hand! {Maybe}
In Church!
I’ve burned-all-my-bridges! I’m-really-in-a-lurch!
I think I’m feelin’ ill!
I think I’ll go to bed!
And cry myself to sleep!
I wish that I was dead!

BUT
Wait!

What’s this?
On the DARK side o’ The Moon?
It’s my dad!
And mom!
And-the-preacher!
And there’s a potluck soon!
And there’s gonna be turkey! And gravy! And good stuff to drink!
And there’s that cute girl Mimy – who’s looking awfully “pink!”
And how did I get here? I haven’t a clue!
But, dang, there’re lots of cats and dogs and groovy things to do!
And, now, Margaret’s flirting at me, and I’d forgotten-I-can-blush!
You know, maybe (just) a couple o’ rules will not my “soul” a-crush!
My Daddy – Yea, a Methodist! But maybe not so bad,
I guess I never, ever knew – exactly what I had! fin. ❤

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P. S.: [My Dad, well, he IS Methodist, but he’s a Catholic too! He has him no Italian blood – Yet (pause) a-more through & through! And, yes, he’s also Jewish and likes a gospel choir! And he’s at The Food Pantry, and, I guess, he’ll never tire! ‘Cause Dad’s at home with everybody – atheists and whores – and holds the hands of child-molesters – To Heaven they all soar! “Cause Dad’s a right and ready man, a real cool cat! My Daddy! He’s OK by me – he’s a Social Democrat! 🙂

*: ‘Tis there’s the stone that whoever kisses, He never misses to grow eloquent; ‘Tis he may clamber to a lady’s chamber,Or become a member of Parliament.“A noble spouter he’ll sure turn out, or An out and outer to be let alone; Don’t try to hinder him, or to bewilder him,For he is a pilgrim from the Blarney stone.”Francis Sylvester Mahony

Here’s a poem by W.B. Yeats entitled “The Second Coming”

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity

ABUSED

Why would we purposely let ourselves get involved with an emotional abuser? Obviously we wouldn’t, but it happens. And that’s why it is so hard to recognize it because it happens without our knowledge.
Loving an emotional abuser is like a drug, you don’t think that it’s bad for you because you’re having a good time, until you find out it has destroyed your outlook on life, self esteem, and eventually you’re addicted and getting away isn’t an option. You think you can stop anytime you want, but they control you now.

I didn’t think I was being abused, I thought I was having a good time. I was trusting, forgiving, and clearly very gullible.
I hated all of his friends, they were all cheaters and liars and they would tell us stories about them proudly cheating on their girlfriends. “Thank god he isn’t like them” is what I would tell myself.A few months in I found out he was downloading dating apps while I wasn’t around. When I brought it up he would say that he hasn’t met anyone and that he only did it to meet new people and pass time. I guess I should have realized that that wasn’t the case, maybe somewhere deep down I did but I ignored it.
I started to get messages from girls at his school saying they heard he cheated on me, that only led him to be angry that I would question his integrity.
It got worse and eventually I started seeing messages and pictures of other girls and really tried to ignore it because we would have some stupid plans to do something exciting and I wouldn’t want to ruin that. Eventually I found out it wasn’t just messages but these things were happening pretty regularly. Most of the time I was scared to bring up the times I knew he cheated on me because I was scared to start a fight.
When that happened his favorite thing to do was to make me seem crazy, I can’t count how many times I heard that one.
I don’t know how it happened, but somehow over time he managed to have complete control over me and our relationship. He thought he was able to do what he wanted and I didn’t matter.
He hit me once for bringing it up, then once turned into three or four times, and that turned into almost any time he got angry.

Every time he hurt me, emotionally or physically, I cried less and less, I was getting used to being treated like this.
I became completely emotionally dependent on him and he knew it. I started apologizing for bringing these things up, because it upset him.
He could do what he wanted because I was never going to break up with him. Why would I? He’s gotten away with so much now so why would the next time be any different?
“You could walk in on me with another girl and you wouldn’t break up with me”, “You’re just like your mom you’ll never break up with me”. You would think comments like that would be a wake up call right? But he was right.
I lied to my friends and family to protect him. No one knew I was being treated like this, I eventually opened up about it to a few people but just enough that I could try to justify why I stayed so long.

I learned from him that I wasn’t able to think for myself, I wasn’t able to be my own person. My feelings and emotions didn’t matter and I started to believe that I deserved how I was being treated. It took him being across the world for me to realize that I didn’t deserve it and more importantly he didn’t deserve me. He thought I was kidding, like I wasn’t allowed to be done.
If there’s any advice I could give about emotional abusers, it’s to walk away as soon as you see a red flag. As soon as someone disrespects you and makes you feel like less than you are, walk away. Don’t give someone a second chance to break your heart or lay a hand on you.
You know what you’re worth, don’t let this person distract you from that. You deserve to be cherished. I know they’ll tell you they’re sorry and that they love you, it’s easy to believe them because you wish so badly that they’re telling the truth. They don’t love you, they love the control they have over you. Love isn’t making you feel sad, betrayed or unimportant.
You think you can change them, get it through their head that they aren’t treating you right. It doesn’t work, these people don’t want to change.
We try to justify it to ourselves by saying “that’s not who they are, they just make mistakes/get upset/ etc.” But if they deal with their mistakes and emotions at the cost of your emotional and physical health, then that is not a safe relationship for you to be in.
It is so hard to walk away especially after becoming comfortable with being treated this way, because you forget who you were before that person. You just need to be reminded that you’re strong and you’re important. Every person deserves to live their life happy, and only surround yourself with people that make you feel that way.
It is so important to love yourself before you try to love someone else. We allow others to treat us the way we feel about ourselves, if you aren’t happy with yourself, you’re allowing someone else to treat you that way. This person is supposed to make you feel better about yourself, they’re supposed to support you and add to your quality of life, not the opposite. Remember that it isn’t love, and you deserve better. It hurts to walk away, but it hurts even more to stay.

SIR

We’re meant to understand that things sometimes not going how we want them to is life, and not getting our way all the time is part of living it.

None of this is supposed to be that complicated. Love shouldn’t be complicated. Work shouldn’t be complicated.

We make it all so much harder than it’s meant to be.

That’s the way most act

No One fin.🤗

“The Old Stoic,” by Emily Brontë

Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream
That vanish’d with the morn;
And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, “Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!”
Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
’Tis all that I implore:
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.