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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...

Who Are You Now? by Paul Zietsman

[tabby title="Poem"] who are you but a forgotten past who are you but the wound of a lie, healed, and worn as a symbol of growth a reminder that pain is the master of progress Who are you, but who...

A Prayer by Paul Zietsman

[tabby title="Poem"] a prayer, in the form of a will, as slight as a breeze gentle, as moonlight's touch... can set into motion, a storm so magnificent, the fabric of existence, ...could tear at it's darkest foundation... to ignite into...