Longo-Geremia

THE SERPENT like a cobra you slither in high grass hidden from sight, hissing your sibilants, dancing your dance of seduction trying to mesmerize the senses and confuse the mind: but I know who you are and I know your lies. you have called my name once before but my soul is diamond and gold and will... Sign in to see full entry.

HUNTED The fury of the days leaves me to near insanity and my thoughts steal my dreams away I cannot keep the pace of a world gone mad in a race to oblivion. I have no will to resist the coming slaughter. the Beast seeks the ecstasy of torment and the taste of my innocence Sign in to see full entry.

ABOUT OXYMORONS I’ve written my soul on the walls of this place a small but warm space filled with ghosts of yesterday and moments of memories veiled in a sweet melancholy. I long to tell my secrets, my life, to another of similar kind, but I am an oxymoron of complex simplicity and Time is... Sign in to see full entry.

Creepy creature surreptitious Creepy creature surreptitious sneaking into places delicious you own my legs and now my arms and I feel you in my lungs. soon you will feast on my brain since you’ve broken your chain you are free to roam and you just won’t leave me alone but I salute you. you’ve won.... Sign in to see full entry.

BEYOND ALL UNDERSTANDING It is beyond all understanding how we endure our humanity. why Man suffer his existence and perseveres beyond human limitations. Today I felt another death of self, one more betrayal of the flesh’ a giant step closer to the end time. and my soul shuddered at the terror of... Sign in to see full entry.

SIBLINGS There was never a kind word no care or affection, only cruelty and yet indifference, I was third and last of the nest. a borrowed soul from another before me; a spare part filled with fears and a thousand vulnerabilities. You built a world around me a world cold and unloving I was only... Sign in to see full entry.

ARS POETICA I push the language to the extreme to see how far it will go to tell of places and things that build new worlds beyond the limits of what we know.. poetry is an art of fluid motion constant change and mutation an act of linguistic violation, a breaking of the norm. I tear into the... Sign in to see full entry.

KICKING IT I want to write a poem that would wow you all but I have no reason to I’m in a mood indigo-blue I awoke to thoughts that killed my nighttime dreams and suddenly I fell into the realities of my days in hell. there is not much more to say I’m finished. I’m done. I’m fading away at warp... Sign in to see full entry.

LA PETITE MORT [English] I feel my life force begin to weaken a flame flickering on a candle and my spirit resists a surrender to an undetermined disconnect not of its knowing. my mind is clear to what my heart will not see... and my soul sorrows for the pity of it.... Sign in to see full entry.

NIGHT I love the night cold and crisp sitting in my easy chair wrapped in the glow of lights turned to dim and warmed in the womb of memories. I fall into a world surreal until morning steals my dreams to the terror of another day Sign in to see full entry.