Charge it to the Game (Triple Darkness) (poem) by Mark A. Rockeymoore on AuthorsDen

Charge it to the Game (Triple Darkness)
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Charge it to the game We’re in it just the same The only way through life Is with both pain and strife And so the vision opens… And a vista undreamed Greets my All-Seeing-Eye Beneath me a broad plain lies Verdant with life forested hills And river valleys Small collections of huts Smoke rising in the early evening crimson The sounds of life lived of children playing Mothers talking fathers laughing Men and women loving hating Awakened to the ever-present Now Charge it to the game We’re in it just the same The only way through life Is with both pain and strife Leading down from my vantage point A path diverges Split in twain presenting me with The choice of a Lifetime Joy rises from the center of me Lifting me up on wings of light and sound I am suddenly aware of the possibilities Then suddenly I am bereft Left to my own devices Darkness surrounds My heart beating an ever-present Reminder that Love lifts us all Causes us all to stand tall Charge it to the game We’re in it just the same The only way through life Is with both pain and strife Born in Triple-Darkness Etheric spirals mark this Form and Substance As Mind, Body and Soul achieve trance Rising unto the Right bearing witness to The reality of God's Light The Golden Mean sight unseen Ra's Eye open birth of the Black Queen Truth repetitively spoken Hark unto these Words Visions Hallucinations seen and heard Hope and doom selfish decisions Born in the gloom of brooding Storm clouds towering heavenly Traversing dales between lightning-split vales And God speaks from the Manger As the thunderous roar of His anger Denounces dangerous misspoken lore Ash soot and lies stain sorrow-washed skies While volcanic peaks cast brimstone And fiery tears elicit death-wrapped moans Which nature eternally condones Charge it to the game We’re in it just the same The only way through life Is with both pain and strife A paroxysm of orthodoxy shatters the illusion Consciousness burgeons Opening the door between worlds Cracked street lights shining broken light On broken dreams Angels trying to fly with broken wings City nights hide the Devil’s delights As the Heavenly Chorus sings Charge it to the game We’re in it just the same The only way through life Is with both pain and strife God weeps and fears gain sentience As soul-aching tension Creation Become momentary sins unspun Rapturous ascension signals The damnation of the Unmentioned Yet still tribulations kill Decimating most Seven Times Seven Minds And the Heavenly Host trumpet Seven kinds of Hell on Earth Prophets witness the birth of the new day And a new way of thinking speaking being Of drinking eating seeing Bless the Angel's Way as Sebek's Nation of Setians bay In anticipation true emancipation Lies at Death's crossroad Legba's pride revealed in the Bible-Code Triple-Darkness once more beckons Incarnate Word vibing sessions mark The path toward God And death leads to The Triumvirate Holy Synod Y Equals Self God Charge it to the game We’re in it just the same The only way through life Is with both pain and strife And so the vision opens…

Reviewed by Divinity 11 (Reader)

Reviewed on February 7, 2006

As the thunderous roar of His anger
Denounces dangerous misspoken lore

and YES God

Lovely! Masterful! I love you

:)

a true craftsmen.... zechariah 1:20-21

Reviewed by James Musgrave

Reviewed on December 7, 2005

Thanks, Mark! Illuminating piece. It reminds me of a quote from my favorite philosopher: "Prayer," says Alain, "is when night descends over thought." "But the mind must meet the night," reply the mystics and the existentials. Yes, indeed, but not that night that is born under closed eyelids and through the mere will of man—dark, impenetrable night that the mind calls up in order to plunge into it. If it must encounter a night, let it be rather that of despair, which remains lucid—polar night, vigil of the mind, whence will arise perhaps that white and virginal brightness which outlines every object in the light of the intelligence.
. . . Albert Camus

Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson

Reviewed on August 12, 2005

What a vision! Has me squirming in my seat! It's chant-like, stirring and ....!

"charge it to the game
We’re in it just the same
The only way through life
Is with both pain and strife"

Well done, Mark!

Reviewed by Sandra Mushi

Reviewed on August 8, 2005

Poignant write, Mark!

" ... The only way through life
Is with both pain and strife ..."

Very deep, I had to read it again to really absorb it. A really wonderful write!

God bless, Mark!

Sandie.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on August 7, 2005

I'd say you have deepened the abyss and exploded exponential light with this spectacular gem! Keep it going Mark! Bravo!

Eileen

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

This is awesome work, Mark. Powerfully deep and insightful.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

That's one helluva poem...deep and very powerful!!

"We’re in it just the same
The only way through life
Is with both pain and strife "

Love Tinka

Reviewed by jude forese

wow ... conceptually deep, powerful content and really quite emancipating ...

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on August 6, 2005

The Only Way Thru life
Is Pain And Strife...

TRASK