Longo-Geremia

BETRAYAL Your hatred has seeped into my soul I am condemned by ancient curses falling venom from your lips where evil truth belies there is no hope for a man such as I too weak to fight your lies Sign in to see full entry.

PLACES I dreamed a dream of times gone by of a world I thought would never die: soothing voices, warm embraces hearts beating as one. But the world doesn't speak to me the way it did before and all I knew then is no more Voices silenced by Death's breath and hearts that beat no longer as one. I live... Sign in to see full entry.

MASK You always were a flower delicate that withered in the noon-day sun a heart that bled for everyone but your eyes were empty and cold and pierced my soul with venom with your serpent dance of lies. Sign in to see full entry.

WHEN THE PETALS BEGIIN TO FALL We turn in circles mysterious from first breath to last fearing what is to come clinging to the past. we search for meaning to our existence. We pray for some epiphany divine but there is none Time rages against our days and soon we are done Sign in to see full entry.

FADIING TO OPAQUE If I were a poet I would sing about flowers in Springtime and beautiful things cows and buttercups on velvet green waves of lavender in French fields oceans caressing Italian shores, But Time has stolen these memories from me and I don't dream anymore. Sign in to see full entry.

NO ROOM AT THE INN It's not fun when you're seventy-one and suddenly your body gives way to your DNA grandfather to mother mother to son. There is no sense in fighting when there is no winning and cold hearts turn away. It's done. The door is closed. The lights are out. Yet I hear someone moving... Sign in to see full entry.

ECLIPSE From corners dark and deep soulless creatures creep to steal my joy and kill my sleep. no dream or morning sun can bring me back into the light where shadows dwell turning day to night. Sign in to see full entry.

In a circle bound like a merry-go-round beginnings seek their end never knowing when, I catch the moments and hold them fast but soon the present becomes the past and the future comes all too soon. Sign in to see full entry.

Prestidigitation As the days fly through time at lightening speed my heart and soul feed on what was then small vignettes of times “when” But memory is a magic thing that fools the mind with its trickery. Suddenly this dreaming ends as closer we come to someone else's memory Sign in to see full entry.

WHEN THE DOOR CLOSES My body grows limp and my heart sinks to depths unknown something inside dies when you leave and I am left alone again. Sign in to see full entry.