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There will be enough left of you when you are nearing your end-time,to continue to live out your last days doing what you still are able to do., There is always a way. The day will come when you have to give into the pain and the years. It won't be an easy or pleasant time, but there is nothing you... Sign in to see full entry.

REALITIES The sun is too bright to bear and I seek the safety of Night there is a silence from deep, deep within that terrorizes the soul with what is better not to know. I dreamed a dream in a sleep soft and deep my soul slumbered peacefully In a velvet field of green shadowed by pink and white... Sign in to see full entry.

LE VOILE Je me laisse emporter par les vents violents d’une existence folle cachée derrière des mots hypnotisants; tout est mensonge et traîtrise rien se laisse voir jusqu’à ce que la Mort fasse tomber le voile et l’âme se rende… THE VEIL I am taken by the violent winds of a mad existence hidden... Sign in to see full entry.

SAVAGE FURY The days rip through time like wingèd creatures of hell’s making leaving havoc and death behind. the years have come upon me in savage fury and have left me beaten to near dying with visions of terrors to come….to which I will succumb Sign in to see full entry.

THINGS The time will come when the pain and worry will be done… all I leave behind like orphans will find another’s care and will soon wear a different face. but Time has written my soul on these walls. all I own are no more than objects filling space yet they are keepers of the Flame, witnesses to... Sign in to see full entry.

A LUZ A luz que brilha dentro é como uma chama de vela que tremula ao vento uma vacilação da alma em antecipação assustadora abatido pelo Tempo enfraquecido at é morrer... THE LIGHT the light that shines within is like a candle flame that flickers in the wind a soul wavering in frightful... Sign in to see full entry.

PHASES Each beginning has an end and each end brings us to one more beginning,, one more end. like the phases of the moon we die to the world we know to rise again different and the same. the years push us to change and grow, rise and fall, until we can rise no more Sign in to see full entry.

“THE GOLDEN GIRLS” Frozen in time in a comedy show immortality fixed on HBO specters of virtual reality: most have passed twenty years ago. life goes on artificially and we suspend disbelief because we want it to be. Imagination and fantasy are the games we play not to penetrate the darkness that... Sign in to see full entry.

There is poetry yet to be born beauty doesn’t die when the Flesh ceases to feel daily pleasures and the heart surrenders to misfortune let your pain be your Muse, or let your hopes and dreams guide you… believe in something if not in yourself. Joseph bernardo john LONGO RUFFOLO GEREMIA --What’s in a... Sign in to see full entry.

CREATIVITY There is fire in my heart that carries me to places of my own creation, words flying on Fury’s Wings bursting from dying spaces. the soul speaks and I listen before there is only silence of the passing spirit; there is much to tell for the mystery we seek is within us… Sign in to see full entry.