Longo-Geremia

LEGACY I am my father's son. I am my mother's child. Nothing more. nothing less. And who I have been I will be through the end and beyond, who can ask for anything better Sign in to see full entry.

UNTITLED There is no fire in my soul I have no poetry in my heart. any longer my spirit shuns the light my words grows old and the essence that defines me weakens each day as I languish in space and time Sign in to see full entry.

TOMORROW On the winds of Time I did fly furious and uncaring blind to each day passing by bound by memory's charms and seduced by lies of immortality. Now I clearly see all things that wait for me and I fear for my sanity Sign in to see full entry.

to all I thought of writing some sort of response for a better understanding of why I wite the way I do. Instead I am forwarding an e-mail to our Nordic Cloud, with whom I have been corresponding since NEOPOET began, There is a hell of a lot more behind ny metaphors and rhymes, I think I should stop... Sign in to see full entry.

In my shoes The demons are awake and they feed upon my fears. The light is growing dim and the years bring no promises. All see themselves in me and run while they still can, No man is stronger than his humanity and silence fills the void of an empty soul. And my heart sinks, Sign in to see full entry.

Planned obsolescence There is no fun at seventy-one...and some. almost everyone else is gone and you yourself are just about done alone and waiting for someone to call and care. A word or two may help me through so I can live many more a day. But they threw the youngest of three out of the... Sign in to see full entry.

RITUAL Incense, candles and holy water anointed eyes, forehead and lips litany of the Holy Rosary. But there is no magic word no special incantation able to push back the Unknown that has come to take you. And the soul shivers, the heart is no more and all memories fade into forgetfulness Sign in to see full entry.

TRANSITIONS My soul clings to me like a child to his mother for fear of ir's immortality Sign in to see full entry.

Nihil ex nihilo [nothing out of nothing] I barely write a word to track my evolution. I have no heart to bear the saying no will to read myself in Times New Roman. Futile efforts these to find the answer in rhyme and metaphor when each day is no better. I am trapped in my own immobility, How do I... Sign in to see full entry.

VEILS No man can know the depths of another man's pain. The loss of another, The loss of oneself. Life brings to each of us our own special moments unique, unshared, unseen to the rest covered in ritual veils a broken heart and a soul tottering on despair Sign in to see full entry.