Longo-Geremia

CHANGES These hands can’t be mine twisted and weakened by time. These fingers can’t belong to me they don’t glide across the keys so easily as before. and I don’t recognize these eyes dull and worn once bluer than a summer sky who took away the magic in my voice the charm in my smile the words that... Sign in to see full entry.

Scottie, Beam me up I move between the speed of life and the point of freeze pulled to the ground bound by the gravity of my situation. There are times when I stumble and begin to fold just before I hit the floor like a puppet without a string or a bird with a broken wing. I’ve had enough of this... Sign in to see full entry.

THE LION’S MEAL You broke my pride stole my dignity wounded me to near dying’s agony. And like a jackal when the lion has had its fill you came in for the rest of the kill Sign in to see full entry.

THE WARS [APOCALYPSE] And across the fields we began to run each and every one The enemy was close behind. Suddenly a bullet struck my spine and I fell paralyzed deep and hard into the morning mist. Those still alive fled to the other side. I lay for days in the gray of the dying and dead. until I... Sign in to see full entry.

CORRIDORS Down corridors angles sharp flames flickering to dark I tumble and fall trying to reach an end I crawl scratching the ground ripping at Time that has bound me… Lord, have mercy. Sign in to see full entry.

WOUNDS My wounds bleed hard and deep My heart is blind to its own light and my soul seeks release from Hell’s fires. Let the madness come and all knowing be done! Sign in to see full entry.

La Desdichada Bajo la luz moribunda en un rincón de la niebla nocheriega estaba a esperar la Desdichada. Ojalá que le viniera esa noche Uno que le dijera en el breve momento de su pasión la mentira de verdadero amor. The Wretced Woman Under the dying light In the corner of a night mist this hapless... Sign in to see full entry.

CHARIOT OF CHROME I ride my chariot of chrome and vinyl blue wheels squeaking as I pass through this world of one no longer made for two. I sometimes hear a voice whisper “I love you” from somewhere and feel the breath of a kiss caress my lips or touch my hair. and still smell the sun and rain on... Sign in to see full entry.

THE POET MAN Once I was a poet man. I wrote in minor key the melodies my soul would sing to me. But now the voices are still and silence falls heavy where all will is gone. I've said it all and some. It is done. No longer cliché of the day.... I don’t hear the music play Sign in to see full entry.

INDIFFERENCE my voice is still. my words echo empty and meaningless. my heart has learned indifference my soul no longer cares and I am lost in my own wondering of who I am. Useless twists and turns of the tongue speaking my identity. I am a Zola novel my destiny like a clock set genetically I am... Sign in to see full entry.