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The Waiting

“The Waiting” eyes close the new chapter picks us up we find ourselves lost in the poetic dream stranded in a desert a lifetime away from home we are in the waiting place writing words in the sand they are blown away like each cortex in the brain just eternal time remains the distinguishing between real and dream disappearing bit-by-bit, closer to the finish line we pin ourselves to walls like butterflies watching words and moments reviewed we are scrutinised mercilessly by our own minds we place our trust in the gossamer promises in ancient stories spoken the waiting captures us in its palms of what if, what for we think we know it all but we don’t we wait in the game of it all flying past us mistranslated messages prophecies, in truth, undecipherable the meanings, there are many how could we understand we are not gods, we are man silent hyenas gather in the confines of the glassy mirror before us, all compartmentalised in their dark night, laughing their last laughs they circle still hungry and intent the owls of Ba’al hoot like clocks chiming midnight waiting for the Sun like a great lord to rise from sleep throw open his doors small gods and ghosts console and reassure us and we wait in the waiting place like lost servants shuffling each other in line like playing cards for what we think is coming lost in our belief we think we know it all we look for open doors prayer rugs on our walls the waiting never ends it sings so many stings we listen to the never ending sucked in the breath of it all numb and open we are magnets we close our windows for fear of drawing something other in we shut our doors to others when Time calls, this shocks us for weren’t we good, the Lot of us, at all? The time of sleep calls we dream to escape tomorrow we dream it never folds nor falls (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) Sounds of the Desert | Night Time Desert Ambience | Sleep & Relax https://youtu.be/6T7zuo8k3oc "Elohim was, in logical terminology, the genus of which ghosts, Chemosh, Dagon, Baal, and Jahveh were species. The Israelite believed Jahveh to be immeasurably superior to all other kinds of Elohim. The inscription on the Moabite stone shows that King Mesa held Chemosh to be, as unquestionably, the superior of Jahveh.” Thomas Henry Huxley, The Evolution Of Theology: An Anthropological Study https://www.britannica.com/topic/Baal-ancient-deity https://tspace.library.utoronto.ca/handle/1807/73647 https://www.britannica.com/topic/Elohim https://www.britannica.com/topic/Yahweh https://www.britannica.com/topic/Chemosh https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cerebral_cortex

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Date: 5/19/2022 5:09:00 PM
The Shadow Out of Time.
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Date: 5/19/2022 5:10:00 PM
https://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/sot.aspx
Date: 5/19/2022 4:12:00 PM
Azathoth.
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Date: 5/19/2022 5:05:00 PM
https://short-edition.com/en/classic/story/h-p-lovecraft/azathoth
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Date: 5/19/2022 4:43:00 PM
https://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/poetry/
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Date: 5/19/2022 4:25:00 PM
https://www.hplovecraft.com/life/biograph.aspx
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Date: 5/19/2022 4:12:00 PM
https://reedsy.com/discovery/blog/best-lovecraft-books
Date: 5/11/2022 9:03:00 AM
WOW!!! Another amazing/creative write. Your pen was working overtime. We are all waiting. The question is, waiting for what??? We all have our own answer to that question. For me, it is heaven. Hope you and the little ones are OK. Have a wonderful/blessed day.................
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Date: 5/11/2022 2:57:00 PM
Thank you. That we are. Better your 'place' than the other. Time will tell.
Date: 5/10/2022 4:44:00 PM
I do not have the experience or words to compliment you on this poem. I felt drained after reading it, thank you for sharing a view of a World and its Author, I have never read of previously. I have found some words, thank you for sharing.
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Date: 5/10/2022 11:37:00 PM
Thank you. I think. Life is more exhausting for some, than others. I notice your forte is 'short story' writing over poems. I have commenced reading your short stories. One of three, so far, completed. Eloquent and you've obviously mastered the art of telling your stories from experience.
Date: 5/9/2022 2:31:00 AM
“Something was creeping and creeping and waiting to be seen and felt and heard.” H.P. Lovecraft
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Date: 5/9/2022 2:31:00 AM
“For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming...” H.P. Lovecraft
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Date: 5/9/2022 2:31:00 AM
“Bunch together a group of people deliberately chosen for strong religious feelings, and you have a practical guarantee of dark morbidities expressed in crime, perversion, and insanity.” H. P. Lovecraft
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Date: 5/9/2022 2:31:00 AM
“It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes.” H.P. Lovecraft
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Date: 5/9/2022 2:31:00 AM
“Wise men have interpreted dreams, and the gods have laughed.” H.P. Lovecraft
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Date: 5/9/2022 2:31:00 AM
“There came to that room wild streams of violet midnight glittering with dust of gold, vortices of dust and fire, swirling out of the ultimate spaces and heavy perfumes from beyond the worlds. Opiate oceans poured there, litten by suns that the eye may never behold and having in their whirlpools strange dolphins and sea-nymphs of unrememberable depths. Noiseless infinity eddied around the dreamer and wafted him away without touching the body that leaned stiffly from the lonely window; and for days not counted in men's calandars the tides of far spheres that bore him gently to join the course of other cycles that tenderly left him sleeping on a green sunrise shore, a green shore fragrant with lotus blossums and starred by red camalates...” H. P. Lovecraft
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