Longo-Geremia

HEROES I speak my passion in open words my soul knows no other way that is my fashion my DNA my gypsy my Latin fire seething in nordic cold the spirit that defines me I am of the species human survivor of my humanity different and the same as all those of my kind I am a warrior pushing through time... Sign in to see full entry.

THE WORD The war I thought had ended and enemies were friends again but there was insurrection still in the hearts of men and some would not give up or give in All weapons had been taken away yet they found another way for by an unholy incantation the Word was made to kill. there were those wounded... Sign in to see full entry.

WARRIOR it is morning again Time is awake and so am I. It's dark. There is no sun. the war has begun I stumble like a broken puppet to breakfast only steps away hoping to make it before lunch one day the meds wait on a kiktchen shelf weapons not of choice. and I suspect some treachery: they're... Sign in to see full entry.

Through reflections purple pale...then I fell Into noonday sleep dark and deep and unforgiving a world away it seemed from the living and through reflections purple pale I saw my soul in black veil come speak its fear my breath drew me farther away from the light of this earth’s day and like a... Sign in to see full entry.

SEASONS: WINTER sunlight colors fade to dull passing through a prism darkly on my window sill then shatter into pale like ghosts dancing on the wall faces hidden in black lace veils the day lingers gray and cold and the sky strikes electrc on the wings of a Winter storm. the world stands to still in... Sign in to see full entry.

AFFLICTION I fly the skies on eagle's wings High Above a world of my own making Free I soar infinity In my rhymes and metaphors But then You awake To steal my dreams Slowl From depths within You torture my body Rape my soul Your vomit spills its venom Deep into my brain Through every muscle, bone... Sign in to see full entry.

A COVENANT OF ONE When all is said and done each of us is a covenant of one into ths world alone we come alone we go and who we are we will not know until we sigh our last I have no thoughts of the future no care of what is past I can only say that I have been and hope to be again somewhere... Sign in to see full entry.

QUIET PLACES At times I curl up into myself head low on my chest arms in my own embrace my thoughts no longer run to dreams phantoms of fantasy or to memories of bygone days hauntings of the dead Instead I steal myself away to quiet places inside of me and in whispers I speak an unholy litany to... Sign in to see full entry.

A NATURAL REFLECTION I see my reflection this Winter day in the morning mist cold, still. steel gray a strange connection an oddity mystical of sometime occurrence of something more than me I step through the hours In painful motions slow my heart beats to the rhythm of a certain melancholy. I long... Sign in to see full entry.

Crown of Thorns I have many stories yet to tell thoughts rushing through my head images and visions put into rhyme sharing myself with others of a kind in a world by God abandoned a crown of thorns this “poetry” of mine relentless self crucifixion and rendering of a soul awaiting its birthing I... Sign in to see full entry.