I, who have never touched,
Thought, the mind, I,
Who has never believed in,
Anything but what is obvious, I,
Even I, can see beyond,
These painted masks, but I,
Find the people inside, I,
Who have no opinion,
The complexity almost overwhelming,
I, on only the shallowest layers,
Have seen the beast to kingdoms build,
And the creature to force them fall.
I, who do not exist,
Except in lies and myth, I,
Have seen the monster’s smile,
As true compassion is given,
And I have seen the mercy,
Of the demons and the devils, I,
Who does not matter, I,
Who has no soul, has seen,
My soul revealed before me, and
I, the sins of others forgiven,
Yet I, the true beast, they say,
I have seen Heaven but also Hell,
I, the one who listens, I,
Who sees unspeaking, I,
Have spoken God’s words and by God,
I deliver myself into Truth.
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Heartstrings, Dreamsongs: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA book of poetry written by poet and aspiring author, Rachel Jesmer (or, as she calls herself online, Kunabee Tiger). "Heartstrings, Dreamsongs" is her first collection of poetry, part of the reason it's so brief. She hopes to have more poetry col...
