Longo-Geremia

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Thursday, April 14, 2016

a poem

ABOUT SPACES I’ve left a space for others to fill my time is done in this godforsaken place. I am turning to stone but my heart is strong and I linger forever alone. I know what death is, I’ve seen it before What door did I open to bring me here so soon but then why do wolves bay at the moon… Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

a poem

PLACES TO HIDE I go to hidden-places wrapped around the essence that has always defined me: free from the constrictions of Time and Space. I have grown old and weak, not by the passing of years but by a deadly affliction that devours bit by bit my mirror image. but the flesh that I am is not who I... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

poetry

JOURNEYS INTO THE MIND [surreal metaphor] Through a looking glass darkly I stepped Into a world of a black sun a soulless place in thr bowels of fear and despair no truth to guide me no light to follow lost on the other side of the moon. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 2, 2016

poem

SPECULATION I never felt so sad and my heart never touched the essence of my being from the deep, very deep recesses of the mind, dark whispers of desolation and primeval fears surge like demons shrilling unholy litanies. the devil is on the move, lurking in the shadows in hopes that I fall this God... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 1, 2016

JOURNEY My heart sickens to near breaking with memories of years gone by and my soul aches for those days again. moments lost forever, never to be regained but in recollection, lost in the dimensions of Time and Space, lost to this life, taken in death. where is the womb that held me. where are the... Sign in to see full entry.

message to my friends

I was looking for latest treatments for PD and unfortunately my eye went to this: " - The end stages of Parkinson's disease are neither pretty nor dignified...." What is a God that makes us suffer so? Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 31, 2016

a poem

EXCRUCRIOR there is no courage in dying, no honor, no dignity, no special knowing that soothes an agonizing soul, no lies to fool the mind: the pain and fear are too strong to bear. yet it is the fear of letting go that keeps me going, I hold on to a future that only promises a bitter end. those... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

a poem

RITES OFF PASSAGE M y spirit wants to soar with broken wings and my body of stone yearns to move again. my days are black and grey, colorless and faded rainbows; cold rains that darken my soul. there is no hope in my heart, and I pray for annihilation. but there is yet more to come before it is... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

a poem

MOMENTS I have no sense of the everyday: the minutes melt one into another, and so slowly do my hours pass quickly by. I measure time with each agonizing decline, and one other part of me that dies… there are no new beginnings, only sudden ends, one last breath and it is magically done…. again Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 21, 2016

a poem EDIT

DANCE MACABRE Flowers at a Funeral Parlor: the pungent odor of carnations and the sweet mist of red roses cannot stop the lingering formaldehyde from breaking through to the Chanel Number 5…. an open casket emits an odor of its own and the mix is the Maker of Nightmares of the Living Dead Sign in to see full entry.

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