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The Absent Audience
From the dim light of his lantern he engraves his mind onto a piece of paper
His pen furiously scribbling as he pens down his perspectives on life as a whole
Carefully proof reading each sentence before proceeding
Not too sure how his audience will receive his works he erases and interchanges some words
Battling hard to impress an absent audience with his messages
Playing roles for performer and audience, he recites his own writings
His mouth playing himself whilst his ears playing the audience
And listening carefully to the rhyming of his own creations
His mind playing both composer and judge he rates his own performance with amazing fairness
Unconvinced by the intensity of the sting in his words he again erases and replaces some lines
Seating in every chair of opinions he again repeats his own works to himself
Transforming his ears to those of an old man, a young man, male and female he reads his own work to impress his very own ears
Impressing himself twice and failing to impress himself another two times he again erases and replaces some lines
Next step is critiquing his own work, again from the chair of an absent audience
First from an academic point of view he critiques his own views and their arrangement
Then from a social point of view he attacks and defends his own perspectives
Finally savaging his own beliefs from a political point of view
With fatigue and ennui getting the better of him he closes his case
Satisfied he has satisfied his audience in absentia does his pen cease to dance on his paper and his eraser get a break
Finally running through his work one more time, this time slower than all the other times
Time to file his work, ready to be unleashed to the real audience now
The poet's daily struggles
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.