Longo-Geremia

SEASONS The branches on the old birch trees Began to feel the weight of ice and snow First a brief crackling to show their resistance The weaker ones fell in the hush of the ground below All that was green and alive died to winter Lingering ghosts frozen still until the first breath of Spring There... Sign in to see full entry.

THIS HOLY THING II: PLACES There are places deep within This thing we call the soul That undiscovered part f us The Flesh will never know Corners darkly hidden Where we our demons keep Until they awake to haunt our days And steal away our sleep Fearful imaginings of an unholy thing That taunts the... Sign in to see full entry.

THE LOTUS EATERS [Euthanasia] they ate of the seed of the lotus hues of pearl and dawn red scents of eastern spices gracefully flowing on a warm Aegean breeze and into the bliss of forgetfulness they fell lost to this world’s dreaming no thoughts of a heaven no fears of a hell and f rom a distance I... Sign in to see full entry.

THIS HOLY THING II: PLACES There are places deep within This thing we call the soul That undiscovered part f us The Flesh will never know Corners darkly hidden Where we our demons keep Until they awake to haunt our days And steal away our sleep Fearful imaginings of an unholy thing That taunts the... Sign in to see full entry.

WARS The war was done I thought But it hardly had begun I lay dying in lavender fields And fell into a sleep Of another dreaming Deep as any death could be I thought Until a daylight came And I felt my breath Once again But I had dreamed Dreams of bloodied streams Poisoned wells in desert sands... Sign in to see full entry.

WHIRLING DERVISHES AND BUTTEREFLIES I am a whirling dervish in Dante’s circles ever turning down and deeper deeper still hell floating by terror dancing in my mind and I measure duly measure each day in eternal zero no beginning, no end turning always turning in a whirl hypnotizing ever changing in... Sign in to see full entry.

Kyrie, eleison * [Lord, have mercy ] It is not so much the death I fear it is the dying. I see myself each day decay and disappear and sink into an oblivion when I think of those I loved who have gone before me now to understand it is my time to follow I’ve missed them all these many years of... Sign in to see full entry.

MELANCHOLY SLEEP There is a sadness deep within a melancholy sleep we sleep when we give in to the indifference of living that despair can bring a terrifying knowing known only by the soul it keeps shadows haunting in pale sunlight shrouding each heartbeat in mourning lace a dark and lonely place to... Sign in to see full entry.

THE SIDE DOOR [HOME] There is a place in time and space not very far from memory and in this place there is the red brick house where I was born with a garden green facing a side door. I turn the key but I can't get in I look through the kitchen widnow the lights are dim. I see familiar faces in... Sign in to see full entry.

VELVET AND SILK Silk days and velvet nights when life glides softly by no tomorrows just todays days that linger in the touch hyptonize the senses stun the soul moments rare in our circle around the sun emerald dreams and ruby slippers take me home again to silk days and velvet nights to know and... Sign in to see full entry.