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The Ramblings of a Troubled Man
By: J Michael Wilbanks
I say that everything is okay
Those things happen for only today
And that tomorrow all starts anew
And that all I say to you is true
I lie, I have lied my whole life
I hold back the error, pain, and the strife
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I tell jokes, but I tell them slant.
Laughter sheds light on the darkness of my candor.
Amusement frees the weight off of my afflictions.
Smiles accompany the loneliness of my sincerity.
I tell the truth, but I tell it slant.
Friday 5 July 2024
How precious and magnificent each one is with originality and splendor,
Isn't it disheartening to feel entrapped today with
the latest sophisticated sensor?
The innocence of youth, the freedom of spirit,
all too quickly consumed by expected conformity!
Wouldn't this short version of life, with open
honesty and integrity be assured tranquility?
To dream is to go beyond reality to another
place without conformity, without restriction or control.
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Is there for honesty poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that;
The coward slave - we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
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You stand there,
clear as river glass,
yet I cannot see through you.
Light moves across your surface,
breaks into pieces,
scatters on the floor
like something once whole.
You say nothing is hidden,
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I am the whisper in the windowpane,
a shimmer where the raindrops stain.
I hold no weight,I cast no shade,
yet still,I shape the light you wade.
You see straight through,but not quite past
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a truth too fragile,never asked.
No mask to wear,no lie to mend,
just silence I refuse to bend.
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Destruction in the name of the Arts,
Hypocrisy eclipses the creators, for their tools burn home.
Fossil fuels for abstracts and Deforestation for novels
Sisyphus laughs at their sophomoric efforts,
For humanity blinds us under the guise of protection.
I tell jokes, but I tell them slant.
Laughter sheds light on the darkness of my candor.
Amusement frees the weight off of my afflictions.
Smiles accompany the loneliness of my sincerity.
I tell the truth, but I tell it slant.
Friday 5 July 2024
i’ve been quiet, i’ve been keeping
all these thoughts i can’t explain
there’s a part of me i’m losing
and i know it’s not your blame
but i wake up in the morning
with a weight that’s all my own
guess i’m good at making messes
and pretending i’m alone
it’s the way you say my name like it’s the only one you know
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