Longo-Geremia

STICKS AND STONES Words can be real and deadly weapons with a power of their own that can kill the spirit and tear into the soul... an insidious poisoning frozen in time and space a wound that bleeds again with each memory and each new cruelty that violates the sense of Self and the essence that... Sign in to see full entry.

STASIS Life is a dance of constant movement a flowing continuum of body and soul fluidity of motion; freedom on phantom wings that fly across imagination to reach the orgasmic energy of the irrational self Stasis is the death of the soul betrayed by the Mind flailing madness on itself. No freedom of... Sign in to see full entry.

Southern Italy 1915 women young and old dressed in heavy black cold crackling in the wind left on their own: men were off to war when night begins to fall they scurry to finish chores soon it will be dark they lock all shutters and doors the wolves will be coming down from mountains and surrounding... Sign in to see full entry.

. VOICES..and then there is an eternal silence that stuns your soul and tears your heart apart, I would never hear her voice again. Abrupt disconnect into oblivion. You speak to yourself in whispers for fear the sound of your own voice in an empty room will echo insanity. How does a life disappear... Sign in to see full entry.

RANDOM THEOLOGY The mornings begin sharp and unforgiving with the promise of another day of silent terror. daemons from hell twirl in streams of dark waiting for me to surrender when I fall: nightmares of a troubled soul in fear of its own immortality, terrorized by the Unknown, betrayed by faith... Sign in to see full entry.

PHARMAKOS What soul is this that suffers another's pain and who gave me a heart that never knew true joy and what sin am I guilty of to end a life this way We live in a random universe and like carnival ducks in a row one will feel a bullet's aim and the rest will survive to play the game another... Sign in to see full entry.

BRIDGES I burned my bridges one by one; nothing much left behind: friends and family are all gone. No choice but to go on. let the ghosts come in dreams and daytime memories until in time they die again. Something dies in me for every loss I feel I am never the same and a new Self is revealed:... Sign in to see full entry.

SKEWERED Hearts are made to break eventually souls are to suffer their agony and eyes should never see more than they can bear to see. Where do I go from here. there is no room it seems I don't know how to surrender to my own mortality. no guide book no ritual I know of. do I play it by ear or wait... Sign in to see full entry.

Engaños Languidece mi corazón de malincolía por los años gastados en tonterías no hay repasos de caminos perdidos: no se vive dos veces la vida.. Los sueños se pierdem en nubes de fantasía y las esperanzas son engaños en si mismas. Languidece mi alma de malincolía [Translation; not a poem; general... Sign in to see full entry.

A POET'S LEGACY I hope to stay another day or two or more as far as the years carry me and when I'm gone will you remember my rhymes and metaphors. Will you look for my soul hidden deep in my poetry and discover the best beyond an occasional mediocrity I did not always write well especially those... Sign in to see full entry.