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GENTILITY OF SPIRIT

GENTILITY OF SPIRIT There is no gentility of spiritNo kindness or humanityIn those that taste the misfortune of othersWith  delicious lies.Lost and unhappy soulsTheyIn  this Human Comedy.Godless creatures who know no other way.No repentance. No contrition.Falsehood and suppositions.No hope for salvationIs theirs.Ravaging  jackals hungry for what is left of the Lion’s meal.Darwinian dwarfs weakest of us all.Hellish irony.Survival of the unfit.Crucifixion of the StrongTo The rape of Innocence. Miserere Domine        
— Geremia, Sep 07, 2009

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lyz

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Longo

Very profound. You have a talent, get straight to the point, yet I feel sad undertones. I enjoyed the read, as I have of your other work. I wish u well, and thank u for sharing. Lyz
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 9 months ago

Tragic truth

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thank you. Lyz. Lies hurt and do destroy the spirit-- if you let them. Joe
Seren

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Joe

You always speak with the simplicity of truth and turn it into s spectacular beauty for us , even the sad writes I find a sad beauty to ,and sad for people with nothing better than to destroy with their lies and deceit ... Never truer poem for me right now than this one joe .. another treasure from your pen ... love and respect Jayne x x
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 9 months ago

"Hellish irony."

A cry out, yes a shout that echoes from all those mis-unfortunate people in the world. They should read your poems and understand that not all of us are so cruel. How we who see and feel the fear and pain are in fact privileged to know this terrible difference, one which we can do little to help. Those afflicted or born with such impediments must needs be strong, and like yourself, fight on regardless and reach their own bliss, and in their own way build up their armour with knowledge and understanding of others. Lies hurt those who tell them as much as those who receive them. And how we understand your writing of this now, and bow our heads in penitence of being healthy and happy, creative and normal. But those who have been great are not only those who are so, they come as they come it takes all sorts to make a world, the old cliché and what would we do without compassion and empathy, we would probably revert to becoming those wild animals around the lions meat every one of us. Waffle waffle, you got me going yet again my Longobardolino, mi scusi, Annuccia