Longo-Geremia

Fallen Angels into a place I stepped darkly no fire to light my soul and as I deeper fall into a world I don't know I claw at walls invisible broken and bleeding lost to God's promise. Parkinsons & Depression - nwpf.org‎ www.nwpf.org/wellness ‎ Why this ad? Depression Can Affect Parkinsons Patients. Sign in to see full entry.

COME SEPTEMBER I live in a small place a space for me alone but now it's time. I'm going home. I've held a dying hand cried my tears and filled these rooms through the years with new memories I have written my soul on these walls forever I thought but I am getting old and my body is stone. I need to... Sign in to see full entry.

JOURNEY Leaves fall golden crimson red on a cold autumn ground and taken by the wind round and round they dance their dance of the dead like souls heaven bound in communion of One. Les feuilles couleur dór cramoisie sur une terre froide d'automne tombent emportées par le vent en rond elles dansent... Sign in to see full entry.

PORTRAIT Who will care when these walls are bare and all I touched and held is wrapped neatly away fading into the years. who will hold my memories know what I know keep my moments never shared understand the silence which belonged to me alone. But I am metaphor and rhyme the music of verse the... Sign in to see full entry.

SEASONS and tell me then when my cycle is done what will I lose that isn't already gone. What will I win that hasn't been given. And tell me, dear friend, when my Winter comes and branches fall one by one in deep snow below will you hear me and will you know. Sign in to see full entry.

ABOUT TREES AND OTHER THINGS The weakest branches dried by a harsh summer sun began to crack and fall with a silent thud onto the deep snow below turned blue - gray under Winter's moonlit night surrendering with quiet grace to inevitability. Sign in to see full entry.

MAZE I walk through the wilds of childhood past lost in the longing nailed to the years by gravity, sickened by my own existence left to my journey of one. Sign in to see full entry.

When Eagles Fly I am an eagle flying elliptical swaying in the wind in a dance of one fading into forgetfulness with the setting sun Sign in to see full entry.

ISLANDS 2 no heart beats next to mine and the voices I hear as morning rises cry out for others. none for me. Sign in to see full entry.

DISTANT DRUMS Still is the air I breathe distant the sounds I hear silent the whispers of memory. Nothing left for me to hold onto. The day is sharp and cutting the night the womb that holds me sleep a momentary release from the pain that binds me I languish in this desert of one and I run to a time... Sign in to see full entry.