Longo-Geremia

IN THE MORNING HOURS In the morning hours I have this strangest knowing That You are standing by Waiting Patiently. In the morning hours I have This strangest sadness Of a lonely reflection Holding on to me. It is hard To let go And follow your own way. But I knew you well You will stand by Waiting... Sign in to see full entry.

REVELATION My soul has had its say My spirit too Has recognized The reality Of my immanent demise. But I love my sensuality. My life energy To feel To touch To take in the world That enraptures me. Why Do we deny Those moments Of orgasmic ecstasy Death is the true enemy. It steals away Our humanity... Sign in to see full entry.

LOST HORIZONS Looking for my Shagri-la Across horizons That I see. Searching Eternity. With each stride I fly Deeper into my mind Only To find My true Immortality To be My love and my energy Beyond horizons Far and wide. Sign in to see full entry.

To my family Stay a while Hold my hand I need someone to know To understand Who I am Before I let go. Nothing special Nothing grand Pure simplicity. But Who I was you all will read In this My poetry. Sign in to see full entry.

SILENT SIGHS Silent sighs And Hollow cries Eyes That no longer smile Flashes of better days And Waves Of reality that inflict The soul Whsisperings Of things It already knows Too painful to hear Too true to bear. Sign in to see full entry.

THE POET We write what we know And Show The commonality Of this The Human Comedy. A broken heart A soul torn apart Fire and ice Ecstasy and tragedy Loss and gain Pleasure and pain. The intimacy Of A shared humanity. We As He Made us to be. Sign in to see full entry.

Hello. my friends, It just occured to me: for those who haven't read me before, to understand those poems in which I speak about my disease and my mom, you may w ant to read DREAM DANCE and it's commentary to fully grasp the impact of this poetry-- on me. LAST PAGE of this blog. First poem I ever w... Sign in to see full entry.

THOSE OLD NEAPOLITAN SONGS If you were here Mamma We would listen You and I To those melodies That Made you cry And Think of times gone by I would wonder As I always did At that sweet melancholy I used to see In your tired eyes. Now Mamma If you were still here Would you sing those songs For me.... Sign in to see full entry.

What it is to be human We are here to live With passion, pain Ecstasy And suffering. We are here to declare Our presence And our value As one of His making Not to care About ourselves alone We are here to connect With others And enhance their being Even In the slightest way We are here to own Each... Sign in to see full entry.

ACT I, SCENE II Yes. I played the role well Until it all fell apart. No appplause Please. I learned to do it with Grace and ease. Pure simplicity. I was in your Act one, Scene two Yet I knew You Were pulling me down Ever Downwards Into A Vortex of Your Own Insanity Sign in to see full entry.