January 30, 2011 by thegnosticpoet.

I’ve learned to look in the shadow.
One never knows what lingers there.
Perhaps stray light reflects a pair
Of eyes or teeth lined row on row?
Things freeze in the shadow, although
They also move with speed to spare,
Disappear even as you stare.
Would you expect to see them glow?
And yet, it’s why I’ve learned to park
My eyes on places that are dark.
The shining eyes, the glowing smile
May grace the shadows for awhile,
A rose may seek the sun’s bright mark
While greater lights may hide the spark.

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February 9, 2009 by thegnosticpoet.

How many watch the greatest play
All in their seats they listen, still,
The while we actors do our will
To miss our cues and waste the day?
But will they close their eyes to us
When scenes are private by our wish?
Or like voyeurs, is this the dish
That stays their eyes upon our lust?
Or when they breathed was it enough
To live those lives both sweet and rough,
And we, the actors who remain,
But play to emptiness in vain?
I’d rather think the hall is bare.
I need none there to watch me here.

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