Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Blank verse

Truth Speaker

The Truth Speaker.
The voice that speaks in the silence of my unheated room,
frost smoke in morning light and ice crystals of judgment 
that lacks passion, and logic too has the seed of insanity,
the lunatic is so clear that his view infects his psychiatrist.
the voice within is not always reliable  subjected as it is 
on the mood of the day. Sunman, rainman even snowman
want a word in the interior drama of talent and failure.
  A dissonance of voices around the conference table and
everyone is your copy…but you can´t listen to them all, 
a choice has to be made, the art is to choose the right one.

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Tiaua M Ioane March 12, 2014 at 9:03 PM Dear Jan, there are so many truths hence many speakers-the art is in choosing between truth and lies. I hope this is what youre saying here? Great write, thanks for sharing. Tiaua. Jan Oskar Hansen March 13, 2014 at 9:16 AM yes Tiaua you are right and thank you