#dimming
“Ah you hate to see another tired man / Lay down his hand / Like he was giving up the holy game of poker”
Leonard Cohen
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“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
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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
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.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 3:53 AM UTC
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
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
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
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC