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Ah you hate to see another tired man / Lay down his hand / Like he was giving up the holy game of poker” Leonard Cohen <> “Will I remain within God's house at night as shadows drift through dimming my light?” written by Weeping Willow, gifted to me, by Edmund Black ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I, ***instant understanding, perhaps in my experiential possess, some answerings perhaps...product of late night, many, many theological arguments over poker games, with coarse men, tough women, and ethically-challenged Gods, all faithful regular attendees With a little bit o’ luck from an occasional guardian angel, even I possess an occasional winning hand. now we all commence with a passionate uttered blessing, for the good beer and salty pretzels, giving thanks for having reached this act-exact moment of being, here and now, in God’s house at night, plus a holy add-on variation, a swear-to-god (we all snicker) promise solemn, no cheating, no absolutely divine peeking/spying in soulful futures, no fun in that, sanctified & sealed with hearty amens and ****** noises offered for emphasis. hear you scratching you head, wondering what all this to do with a whispered prayer of soulful, on-shore drilling deep, product of a drill bit cutting the black quietude of interstellar voids internal, where there is no censorship, lying an impossibility, and the only questions are super hard, so some never return with an answer truthful so, I remain in God’s House, playing poker, with deities who jealous guard their moments as human facsimiles...cherishing humans who guard with care, an ability to see that they and gods differ little, when making honest truth a shared primacy in the intimacy of an overnight stay in God’s house at night, all our coming-led light dims, when my/their need is greatest***! (written sometime this year, Jan. 2021, Manhattan) ~~~~
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Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 6:36 PM UTC
Playing poker with the Gods by the dimming light
Ah you hate to see another tired man / Lay down his hand / Like he was giving up the holy game of poker” Leonard Cohen <> “Will I remain within God's house at night as shadows drift through dimming my light?” written by Weeping Willow, gifted to me, by Edmund Black ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I, ***instant understanding, perhaps in my experiential possess, some answerings perhaps...product of late night, many, many theological arguments over poker games, with coarse men, tough women, and ethically-challenged Gods, all faithful regular attendees With a little bit o’ luck from an occasional guardian angel, even I possess an occasional winning hand. now we all commence with a passionate uttered blessing, for the good beer and salty pretzels, giving thanks for having reached this act-exact moment of being, here and now, in God’s house at night, plus a holy add-on variation, a swear-to-god (we all snicker) promise solemn, no cheating, no absolutely divine peeking/spying in soulful futures, no fun in that, sanctified & sealed with hearty amens and ****** noises offered for emphasis. hear you scratching you head, wondering what all this to do with a whispered prayer of soulful, on-shore drilling deep, product of a drill bit cutting the black quietude of interstellar voids internal, where there is no censorship, lying an impossibility, and the only questions are super hard, so some never return with an answer truthful so, I remain in God’s House, playing poker, with deities who jealous guard their moments as human facsimiles...cherishing humans who guard with care, an ability to see that they and gods differ little, when making honest truth a shared primacy in the intimacy of an overnight stay in God’s house at night, all our coming-led light dims, when my/their need is greatest***! (written sometime this year, Jan. 2021, Manhattan) ~~~~
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Hope is shrinking Light is dimming Walls are caving in and everything seems to diffusing into blue. It's all heavy and dark draining and enveloping. And all I want to do is put a pause on life to make everything stop moving on dragging me along with it as the abyss is plunging me in like a dark hole.
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Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 3:53 AM UTC
Rambling depression
shattered starlight is seeping from the holes i made it is a sure sign of my defeat im here with a blank face unable to process the hurricane of emotions wrecking my insides not a single thought is one i’m able to capture so here i lay in a puddle of pulverized universes dimming ever so slowly
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
nothing but pulverized universes
wondering hopelessly through an unknown place of tragedy and despair I cried and begged and screamed for help but nobody was there the tides were persistent and kept dragging me down I had fought for so long I was tired and wanting to drown the end of the tunnel appeared a black hole the future which was once so bright now seems so dull as I was trudging along I saw a bright light I started to follow it and watched it take fight this light was higher than me and out of my grasp but it lowered itself without me having to ask it led me to a place I did not know a place where it seemed everything had a perfect glow the longer the light stayed the more faint it became I began to fear that after meeting me the light would never be the same I took and took as it gave and gave Now I didn't think I was the one who need to be saved the light had already shown me the way but had become lost on it's own path the thought that I had killed such a beautiful thing caused me such internal wrath I destroy what I touch and I blind what I see I wish there was another person I could call me
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
The Dimming Light