Longo-Geremia

OF HUMAN BONDAGE II I am flesh and soul I give of my seed as willingly as my heart I am predator and prey passion and prayer and attrition for my sins. I am nothing more than who I am nothing less than what you want me to be. DI SCHIAVITÙ II sono carne e anima do’ del seme volentieri come del cuore.... Sign in to see full entry.

ABOUT RESURRECTIONS We all suffer and endure a crucifixion of one kind or another a hundred or more in a lifetime. We bleed through the heart and the mind turns on itself in brutal insanity Into dark places we must fall for there can be no resurrection without the soul’s near dying. Sign in to see full entry.

Per Mari [Across the Seas] Through oceans wide gray and cold from southern lands of fig trees and olive groves to this place they brought my soul. And from this America where I grew through oceans wide warm and blue I will follow Sign in to see full entry.

CRUCIFIXIONS I’m sinking down into myself crashing into dark and I wallow in my own salvation I am not pain. Not decay. Not loss I am more than my dying and at each turning there unfolds something undiscovered Sign in to see full entry.

SEDUCTION Your words flow mellifluous incense dancing in the air. you speak innocence with smiles of sweet seduction. beguile and mesmerize strike. You are the Serpent in the Garden and you have called my name again. Sign in to see full entry.

SEPIA old photographs filling empty spaces. soulless faces fading into sepia immortality by design fading into Time Sign in to see full entry.

ILUSIONES No tengo más ilusiones de grandes amores ni golpear siquiera otros corazones. Soy hombre raro apasionado y vulnerable. mas son lobos y chacales los que huelen mi sangre y en sus dientes tener en esperanza de comer ILLUSIONS I have no illusions of a great love no delusions of striking other... Sign in to see full entry.

CHARLOTTE RUSSE Wax ruby lips charlotte russe on a stick cracker jacks don’t step on a crack Jo-Cur for the hair smelling green castor oil cure for all second to an enema if all else fails school days throw up in a pail black veil and black dress tears of sequens falling. head hung low mourning... Sign in to see full entry.

SELF REFLECTION Through a prism dark shadows crash across the room lamp light warm midnight pieces in dream’s refraction like a mirror shattered on the floor Sign in to see full entry.

KILLERS Words meant to kill the son cut deep into mother and father and like phantoms wandering in time haunt still the living and the dead, Something in us ends. Nothing is ever the same Again. Sign in to see full entry.