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I can't speak for you

every turn i've ever took
left me questioning one's mind
I'm picking through my closet
but the truth is all I find
life has left me lost
feeling only blind
reflectons of the truth
in the mirrors to my mind


these low down dirty streets
leave the nightmeres that i see
I can't speak for you
I can only talk for me



thoughts becoming things
in a line of poetry
naked as my thoughts
with a world not there to see
walking through the desert
standing in the rain
drops becoming thoughts
infecting on my brain


cos these low down dirty streets
leave the nightmares that I see
I can't speak for you
I can only speak for me

what will be will be

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  • dustookie2
    November 2, 2007

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    Paul you do have a talent in that pen you hold. As the thoughts you ponder give rise to some very real and wise poetry. This is one to be read aloud a good one to read at an open mic.....I just noticed not one fuck or cunt in this yet it is still a very truthful and powerful post. looking forward to more words from one of those brilliant street poets. Taking it to the streets.