Longo-Geremia

Some poetic prose: Ramblings of a man on the verge of …sanity. “My muscles and me are at war you see. Or is it “My muscles and I ” Nominative case! Poetic prosody should allow a grammatical lapsus or two, or three, or more. At any rate “ My muscles and I are at war you see. They don’t listen to a... Sign in to see full entry.

THE POET – AGAIN No visionary Am I No seer of mystic moments No special cry From deep inside No interpreter Of What may occur No knowing s ecrets In Hidden recesses Of The mind No madman in a dream Or trance To tell Of Heaven and Hell No dance With the devil To see What it means To be No master of... Sign in to see full entry.

Silent Nights I always wondered Why Those we love So very much Grow silent With Death’s touch. I always wondered What Is the sin Within The human soul That silences the heart When we grow cold. Sign in to see full entry.

END GAME Time is speeding slowly by Turn around To find Nothing changes All the same Here to live from day to day Here to die eventually That's the way He Runs the game That's how He Wants it to be. Still Something strange Pushes me on I'm not over Until I'm gone Sign in to see full entry.

FADING SLOWLY INTO NIGHT Fadiiing slowly into night Barely a shadow in the light No one can see What I can see No one knows But me. Yes. A terrible and lonely place to be. Sign in to see full entry.

When I wake up from the d ream [See poem below HOW DO I GET TO THE LONG ISLAND RAILROAD? ] When I awake From these dreams My heart grows weak And It seems A certain melancholy Takes hold of me. Where do I go Who can help me know. It takes a while When A quiet voice within Sooths my shaken soul I... Sign in to see full entry.

STICKING AROUND I think I'll stick around a while No place I want to go Not feeling all that great But Heaven can wait... Sign in to see full entry.

THE SENSE OF IT ALL My poetry is my autobiography What my words leave behind are not the fantasies of my mind They are my history The person I was born to be My soul, my heart my spirit, my energy my essence, my entity my immortality Me. Sign in to see full entry.

MORNING SUNLIGHT STREAMING… I light a candle in the dark But only see Shadows of me Dancing on the wall. A lonely place No other face To comfort my fears. But Then I see Streams of morning light Piercing night Storming its way Through my mind Chasing shadows away. I stay a while And A subtle smile... Sign in to see full entry.

MONSTERS Monsters thought once To have grown cold Imprisoned in dark dungeons Of the mind Faceless and bold Cruel shadows Climb creeping To haunt the soul. Sign in to see full entry.