I wonder who talks
is it just the babble from the television
or is it my own mind sounding for purpose
i guess the voices come from within or maybe without
a collective consciousness, of sort
drawn to the beaten world
a sence of honor, a sence of decline
i stand naked,with my shame
there's a truth behind my lies
a sence of justice behind my crimes
a meaning to complex, for logic common place
i will just sit here and close my eyes
CAK 1995
WELL I WANTED TO GIVE YOU SOME POEM SO THIS ONE IS ONE OF MY FAV. WROTE IT NEW MEXICO
A MR SALT POEM ON MONDAY
TTFN
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