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Promise by Paul Zietsman

[tabby title="Poem"] An anvil that chimes when punished, my heart has become Though hammered without pause, it now sings a melody of love Love for the pain that split opened the hardened shell which enclosed a heart, fortified by fear...

Consume the Pain by Paul Zietsman

[tabby title="Poem"] Why does this pain not abate, yet, brings beauty with its presence When will this balance be paid, how long remains of this sentence Is there mercy yet to come, even a moment of respite Or is this...

My Mask by Paul Zietsman

[tabby title="Poem"] Decades of erosion, willingly losing limbs, to reveal only what's real, no mask concealing a fracture, or a scar. Only a polished approach toward the actual, the real, sarcastically inoffensive, characteristically helpful, blatantly self. Humbly assured, equipped in...

The Way of Reflection by Paul Zietsman

[tabby title="Poem"] When the fog lifts, as it always does, fucking sunshine... lifting of a veil, it's like a new life, within an old self. A future in the present, the past shed from broken mind, to instantaneously heal, and...

The Seven Heavenly Virtues by Paul Zietsman

[tabby title="Poem"] As on any path chosen, when striving to better oneself, and to walk in truth, No more excuses to grasp, no conniving, Only to be of substance and of worth, To encounter, the virtues, on this path, Seven...