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Geremia
Geremia
Jan 03, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

LOST IN OBLIVION

  LOST IN OBLIVIONAll the souls that haveCrossed my wayLinger still somewhereDeep insideIn unforgiving  cornersOf my lonely heartIn shadows deepOf my troubled  mind.Once forgotten recollectionsRelentless scenes playedOver againReflexions through shattered  thoughts

Mirrors of lifetimes lost in  oblivion.No ghosts I seeTo comfort me.No phantoms of a warm embraceI languish in this coldAndEmpty  placeFading slowly into timeLingeringIn my own oblivion.   
— Geremia, Jan 03, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 5 months ago

“Lingering in my own

"Lingering in my own oblivion*.... aren't we all? However in between the lingering and the oblivion our lives just are. Much love to you Longo... you poems always touch my own aching. ~A Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

weave a desperate shroud

Broken. Wishing for what is unavailable. Sad and lost, you paint a desperate picture, weave a desperate shroud of ghostly fabrics over the deep dark sores of your life; and we are moved to tears, that's what you do to us Joe. Woe and misery dominate this poem. total despair grabs at our throats and quoshs all joys, we die with you, we are no more alive, we are become no longer human, we are all dead. Annuccia.
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 5 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaWriting my

J.B. Longo-Geremia Writing my thoughts is a wonderful sublimation for whatever "ails" me at the moment. My own experence is one of survival, and I wish to share that positive message. Out of pain comes poetry; out of poetry comes healing, yes?
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

Oh I do hope so so much.

We should not enter into your poems with our feelings it is not wished I see, and apologise for having done so. If this is what helps you, then anything that helps is of great worth to you, I know that, and being so puts our minds at rest. We wish you well and able to ride your difficulties so much, moved by your poetry. May you heal always Annuccia
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 5 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaOn the

J.B. Longo-Geremia On the contrary, Annuccia. Each "poem" is open ended and is subject to a variety of interpretations. [See MOMENTS OF AN EXISTENTNIAL KIND]
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 5 months ago

Sweet precious Longo, I’m

Sweet precious Longo, I'm going to share a poem I wrote this morning with you before I post it on the stream when the 24 hour rule allows: Please read it, take it to heart. I know it seems arrogant of me to try to step into your shoes for a moment.... though I'd like to remind you that we all have (had) to go through our personal hells. That place in oblivion we stare into on occasion...sometimes it seems a lifetime of oblivion is staring us in our faces. gratitude at rest i. Gratitude, real gratitude comes later in life, I think, after the hormonal imbalance of impetuous youth, after the chaos of householder's duties and the making of one's living, gratitude arrives unannounced, enters in moments of recognition and simplicity when the heart's blindfolds and the eyes' fears come undone, little by little, as the little stone that is I is polished and smoothed by the birthing waters of being, a constant renewal and wearing away... gratitude comes when least expected... when hope is given up and life is exactly what is... sans regret, sans rancor... ii where the white buffalo appears and the eagle soars in the wasteland of life itself, a hummingbird of memory appears and disappears and the dragonfly rests near the lotus, blossoming.... All my love to you, Longo, if love alone were able to heal.... ~A