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Philippians 4:13
"Ah, but alas, my heart escapes me,
How may I feel if darkness grasps me,
To know the heart is why I write,
So that i may know the truth of others,
Is my very reason for being,
How must Galileo be tame,
Or the stars aligned,
If the life of me be not mine,
Truly i say,
Truly once more,
That the most terrifying creation beneath the heavens,
Should be the human heart.
Yes I know,
Yes indeed,
My style and purpose is rather unique,
Follow me and you shall see,
I guarantee that you'll all agree,
The human heart is the most terrifying thing indeed.
It flutters about and rests at my snout,
it hides away from the deepest doubts,
It loves to hate and hates to love,
But one thing I know is far from certain,
The human heart has drawn itself as a curtain,
The veil is torn,
The wrench is set,
The heart is beating faster yet,
Is this the heart,
Is there such beauty,
No of course not,
For i know my duty.
I must find the heart,
I must learn its secrets,
And maybe then,
I'll see the sequence,
Yes indeed,
This is a measure,
It must be,
Life is never as without a way,
In order to measure the circumference of faith.
But alas my time is done,
This is it I give up,
You win i must admit,
This is love but with a twist,
And now to know the depths of love,
Do i search the heights above,
Yes indeed do I believe,
Truly I admit,
The only truth i've known in life is thus,
That is to say the human heart,
As with all its ups and downs,
Is the most terrifyingly beautiful creation,
That heaven above has given us.
Yes I say,
And Yes indeed,
This I have said and will now repeat,
The human heart is both the most terrifying,
and the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
How is this poetry terrifying you ask,
If you figure that out,
You'll know without a doubt.
That the scariest thing this poem is about,
Is the fact it made you doubt.
I pass on this message to all whom may know,
The terror of the heart,
and the thrashing to and fro,
One day all who may see this and understand,
But until then those who may feel that they know the riddle,
Post your answer in Poems and try to get a feel,
This knowledge that I share,
It is hidden in rhymes,
But you who may know,
Join me sometime.
This is all that I have in me,
All the words i may offer,
But as parting advice,
I will stare into the offer."
-Coleton Ritmanich, 2020
How may I feel if darkness grasps me,
To know the heart is why I write,
So that i may know the truth of others,
Is my very reason for being,
How must Galileo be tame,
Or the stars aligned,
If the life of me be not mine,
Truly i say,
Truly once more,
That the most terrifying creation beneath the heavens,
Should be the human heart.
Yes I know,
Yes indeed,
My style and purpose is rather unique,
Follow me and you shall see,
I guarantee that you'll all agree,
The human heart is the most terrifying thing indeed.
It flutters about and rests at my snout,
it hides away from the deepest doubts,
It loves to hate and hates to love,
But one thing I know is far from certain,
The human heart has drawn itself as a curtain,
The veil is torn,
The wrench is set,
The heart is beating faster yet,
Is this the heart,
Is there such beauty,
No of course not,
For i know my duty.
I must find the heart,
I must learn its secrets,
And maybe then,
I'll see the sequence,
Yes indeed,
This is a measure,
It must be,
Life is never as without a way,
In order to measure the circumference of faith.
But alas my time is done,
This is it I give up,
You win i must admit,
This is love but with a twist,
And now to know the depths of love,
Do i search the heights above,
Yes indeed do I believe,
Truly I admit,
The only truth i've known in life is thus,
That is to say the human heart,
As with all its ups and downs,
Is the most terrifyingly beautiful creation,
That heaven above has given us.
Yes I say,
And Yes indeed,
This I have said and will now repeat,
The human heart is both the most terrifying,
and the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
How is this poetry terrifying you ask,
If you figure that out,
You'll know without a doubt.
That the scariest thing this poem is about,
Is the fact it made you doubt.
I pass on this message to all whom may know,
The terror of the heart,
and the thrashing to and fro,
One day all who may see this and understand,
But until then those who may feel that they know the riddle,
Post your answer in Poems and try to get a feel,
This knowledge that I share,
It is hidden in rhymes,
But you who may know,
Join me sometime.
This is all that I have in me,
All the words i may offer,
But as parting advice,
I will stare into the offer."
-Coleton Ritmanich, 2020
