Longo-Geremia

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 wanderings Sign in to see full entry.

WHEN PETALS FALL When a flower begins to fail its colors bright its beauty pale and still lingers in the morning sun. Petals fall one by one as it languishes in Day’s light until its Night has come Sign in to see full entry.

BACK FROM KALAMAZOO I just got back from Kalamazoo yesterday about two. Sorry I can’t pass by Tomorrow we fly to New York City and I’ve got a lot to do. I’m having the greatest time and don’t need to spend a dime. But there are other ways to pay. [Sigh] Now I heard you are pretty bad. They say you... Sign in to see full entry.

ENDINGS At my fingertips I had you at my fingertips. and like a snake you slipped away. Sign in to see full entry.

MARIA TERESA De este mundo me voy María Teresa Lo sabes. Te lo dije ese día Lo ves en mi cara María Teresa Pero no lo dices. En este mundo te dejo sola María Teresa. No llores English: NOT A POEM. English is for understanding only I am going from this world Maria Teresa. You know it is so. That day... Sign in to see full entry.

THE TIN MAN If I had a heart it would bleed for losing you. If I had a soul it would die for missing you. And if this heart and soul could speak they would tell you that I did love you. Sign in to see full entry.

WOLVES Who left the front gate open Who let the wolves back in Why are they scratching At my door. Do they smell my bloo d Again. The devil knows despair but he will find none here. My teeth too can rip and tear Sign in to see full entry.

GUSTS OF WIND REWRITTEN under new title SHATTERED HEART A sudden gust of Winter wind icy cold took my breath away and my heart began to shatter with each lie your caress told. I felt the sting of your loveless kiss. its poison seized my soul and I was forever lost to this world Sign in to see full entry.

NOMADS When the battles are over and no one has won we gather our belongings and farther we run. But there is no peace where conscience abides there is no home where treachery resides. And so nomads we become wandering from sun to sun living our time until by Time we are done. Sign in to see full entry.

Narcissus grown old Time took away the ecstasy of my yesterdays. In rippling waters cold and gray I called to a reflection not of me yet of no other. I knew I would not see this place again. Sign in to see full entry.