My Hidden Visage

I hide my face not in an abject shame

Rather because I cannot bare the blame

Of bringing my good friends utter disdain

“Jerk”, a moniker I don't want to claim

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Hopefully with every word you'll feel

My face as more than demure stolid steel

Or some forgotten course in a bland meal

Here now I share my emotional deal

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Taste my true words and drink and see

The words that make me truly me

With bounding ardor and passionate vie

It might be my best work before I die

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Many emotions and ideas a splendor

But only so many words to give to render

The torn about face of this poetry sender

As I begin this long-winded wordsmithing trek

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Only a man who can do what he can

I don't have some great plot or myriad plan

Nor careful blueprints for which you to scan

Or bygone rebel of whom you can ban

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But maybe if you're lucky you'll find

Amazing stories and emotions mined

A mind no longer so held and confined

From the known relations that seek to bind

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So no more word games and no more mimes

There's more to read and I hear the chimes

Of bells of poetry telling the times

That I should let you read on my dear friend

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My visage is given for all to abide

But you'll have to use my syllable tide

Let me be then your mysterious guide

To unveil the visage I try to hide