Longo-Geremia

CORNWALL I would like to be alone in a cottage of stone on the North Sea high on a cliff the waves crashing below on a stormy winter's day wrapped in a duvet drinking honey tea the wind at window's edge; then at candle's light slowly slip away into dream's fantasy far from fear and dread Sign in to see full entry.

Armageddon What madness is this this thing called living. What sense to endure all that can destroy us; we are at the mercy of God and Nature and the intrinsic evil in all of us. The world has gone mad. Life is meaningless. And yet we fear death--- the end to it all..... Sign in to see full entry.

THE HUMAN WAY There are no words, no gentle touch\ that can soothe my mind and release my heart from this madness. There comes a time when all familiar things die and you with them. There is no consolation in what was and only horror in what is we endure with hope but each passing day turns to... Sign in to see full entry.

FADING COLORS I sometimes fly on phantom wings far above the world I live in never to took back again. I have no regrets; no amends to make for the years that have forsaken me. They are no more than wasted tears. I have no happy memories to hold on to no certainties to help me through'. I am a... Sign in to see full entry.

POETRY GRAVEYARD My words are still born as they die in the making: meaningless sounds of useless verbal creation. My soul doesn't speak to me the way it used to; All beauty is gone as it lies mute and dying. Sign in to see full entry.

A LIVING DEATH I have a soul to share and to go beyond the limits of its divine nature and seek to give of itself to others; Isolation, and betrayal are the true Death. Not to know love we die to this world and to the next.. I am not just a crippled shadow, My soul is alive for it knows the pain of... Sign in to see full entry.

X MARKS THE SPOT Tomb stones and angel wings mute vigils and silent prayers stunned stone faces of disbelief as the dead sleep deep in earth's embrace. we are remembered until forgotten. and as the centuries fly by we fade farther into insignificance lost forever to this world. A lifetime is a mere... Sign in to see full entry.

THE SCENT OF A DYING MAN-- edit I can see the pallor on your face thin and worn your eyes have lost their lustre and there is no joy in your smile What will I do without you my friend of tender heart. You make my days worth the living and still the sickness in my soul I cannot survive the desair of... Sign in to see full entry.

BON VOYAGE I am sad to know what once I used to wonder. I despair to see that you look past me. The days are getting shorter and I am close' to my end. But you know that. Ticket to Central America. Left on my own waving good-bye How will it be when I die. Sign in to see full entry.

HEAVEN''S HELL Mamma can you feel my dying days not much different from your own. But I was there to hold your hand and I am alone.,Mamma do you cry for me or is Death just another tragedy with no memory of love's connection. one final rejection. of all we leave behind.\. Mamma where are you now... Sign in to see full entry.