Longo-Geremia

AND THEN THERE WAS ONE My heart is sick and I descend into the despair of hell, a dark abyss of loneliness, a place where fear consumes all senses and Reason fins madness. you don't remember what happiness is and the fear of losing someone you love more than yourself steals deam from sleep; shrivels... Sign in to see full entry.

SPARE PARTS Life is an illness from which we don't recover. It is a progressive and terminal disease, slow and painful for some, quick and short for others. Our very first breath foreshadows our last. The only cure is death and uncertainty marks every action, thought, feeling of each day, each year... Sign in to see full entry.

ROCK THE CRADLE Rock the cradle soft and sweet let baby deeply sleep let him dream a dream or two before he wakes to this world he never knew: monsters, daemons,the devil's due. Rock the cradle soft and sweet let baby deeply sleep let him dream a dream or two and when he wakes let him be: it's time... Sign in to see full entry.

SILENT MOURNING My heart breaks to near dying; and my soul aches with the pain of another loss: your eyes have lost their light and speak to me of a life ending. I see what you don't see and hold a silent mourning I cradle you in my heart as a mother a child. I keep you safely hidden from the... Sign in to see full entry.

FORSAKEN It feeds on me relentlessly night and day and leaves me broken more than I was yesterday.. I feel the pain and the anguish of abandonment and the fear of an agonizing death. No magic potion nor holy words can save me. It is moving too quickly now and the beast feeds on my mind to the death... Sign in to see full entry.

SILENT MADNESS I look back and all seems dark and foreboding when seen through a child's eyes:: we are lost in a vortex of deception and lies. Charmed are those who never look too deeply into the Self and agonize over the mysteries of this world for a knowing will bring them a life of silent sorrow... Sign in to see full entry.

ANGELS WITH BROKEN WINGS Angels can't fly with broken wings but the light within reverberates a special music through the universe ravishing men's souls to the ecstasy of Living and surviving the terror of Ending We are not dead we who aspire for greater things, we angels of broken wings. we suffer... Sign in to see full entry.

ABOUT WARRIORS Where do Warriors go when the battles are done and what do they do when no longer strong and young. Who cares for them when they are old and gray bodies broken and a mind gone astray We are warriors all who have survived our humanity We live in a random universe and never know when we... Sign in to see full entry.

Malinconia [Longing] I want to go home where I was born and played as a child but Time has stolen all that I know and I wander alone. I long for the sea on Mediterranean shores cobble stone streets where like a summer breeze songs flowed from the soul and saddened hearts grown old, It is a place... Sign in to see full entry.

AT THE MERCY..... It is sad to see youth ravaged by time and a mind lost to the world and to itself. We are at the mercy of gravity which pulls us forever downward closer to the soil that will feed on the flesh which defines us as the winds tear at the earth. There will soon be nothing left of me... Sign in to see full entry.