THOSE WHO KNOW

YOU WHO KNOWTell meYou who knowWhere will all my love goMy fire, my passion, my energyMy pleasures and my painThe light in my soulWhen my flesh grows coldAnd they bury me.Tell meYou who know.Where does the love go.Will I live again when I endIn someone’s thoughts and memory.Tell me.Are your dreams my immortality.Empty echoesReturn my calls.Silent ghostsShadows on the walls.Imagination.Childish wishes and fantasies.Scenes of other daysAnother reality.Tell meYou who should know.When I die.Where will my love go.

— Geremia, Oct 20, 2009

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Kailashana

16 years 7 months ago

Anyone who says that know,

Anyone who says that know, don't know. However I love your poem, you shot an arrow straight thru my heart, that's where all love goes. I say to have the energy of passion and love flowing through a poet's blood is enough.. And energy... it just seems to morph into what is, doesn't it? Love, Anna There are no strangers in Paradise.

Geremia

16 years 7 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaThey say

J.B. Longo-Geremia They say in death we know everything. I don't know, snd I don't want to find out. Know? :) joe

Seren

16 years 7 months ago

My goodness Joe a stunningly

My goodness Joe a stunningly beautiful write ... I dont know where it goes? but I like to think that it soaks back into the ones we love, and so moves on and stays alive ... silly I know but there you have it my two cents worth ... with love Jayne x x x

Geremia

16 years 7 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaNN\ot

J.B. Longo-Geremia NN\ot silly at all, Jayne .I just hope you are right. Joe

Nordic cloud

16 years 7 months ago

It is, and never will die.

Never fear my Longobardolino, How could your love disappear, it is generated and given and is already spread over the years of living, it is not an entity, it is not just now, it is a whole expression of itself that develops and leaves you and comes back to you and leaves you in never ending interaction with those you bestow it upon. That's what I feel about it, it is, and never will die. Its pulse is different at different times of our lives and when we die it is still there as I think we share it, it is not only ours to keep, and it will always be there, whether it is thought of as yours or others. Those who love you will treasure your love as long as they live, like an intangible entity of the greatest beauty, set in the innermost treasure chest of the heart and from there, once entered, it cannot leave, it generates memories so intense and beautiful that you may have no fear of its getting lost; just look at the love you still bear for you dear mother and father, their love has never left your heart. Yes that's what I think love means and it is here and now, present. Your Annuccia P.S. Sometimes I feel as if I were lecturing as if I KNEW; but I know no more than the next man/woman I only say what I feel about it, whether that is anywhere near right or not is up to others to judge. No?

W.C.Wampler

16 years 7 months ago

...who knows...?

Longo; I put my heart into a response that I was soul searching on for half an hour, but I'm at work, and I hit the wrong button. GONE. I can only shake my head. It's the story of my life. I always throw a wrench down into the gears. I really like this type of poetry. Much of my work is about what I've learned by my experience. Yet, I agree with Anna, and I won't claim to have answers for you, only for me. I would like to try to elaborate when I'm not using this computer which I work on. Gotta go........wcw