BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION [my "moon" poem]

BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION

I think
I’m lost somewhere
Between
Here and infinity.
I’m beyond all recognition
Paralyzed and atrophied
By this strange haunting.

My heart and soul have grown cold
I f eel the touch
Of my mortality
Veiled in sad shadows
Pale

My mind is clear
Yet
The clarity
The certainty
The dead silence
I hear
Terrifies me.
It's all in the knowing
You see.

They say it happens that way
Quickly
Gradually
Before an end.

How I wish I knew the bliss
Of ignorance
Again

But now I am
Beyond all recognition
I don’t see me anymore
Not as I was before.
When did I lose my light
When did I begin to live
On the dark side of the moon.

— Geremia, Jan 14, 2010

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Country/Region: USA

Critiques

Seren

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Joe

One night I would like to leave a comment that is fitting to the poem that it sits with ... ever leaving me speachless ... love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x

Geremia

16 years 4 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaThank you,

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thank you, my dear Jayne Love f rom Joe

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

Dearest Longobardolino mio

Oh woe of fate its heavy gate weighs down upon your pate and dissipates the breath of life still wanting to relate its strife still fighting for its wealth of joy and happiness delight yet pulled from out the lighter sides to moonlit shadows dark quelling its bright beautiful spark, for us to hark yes the meaning we understand and FEEL. Yet this poem shows your zeal, your erudite riposte against the memories you've nearly lost and does it so very well we swell the stars and even mars comes by to celebrate the visions you relate. Dear friend we can relate with you, your fears, your wishes great, and wish you well, yes well, yes well, forever to be safe in our love, that is faith--full. Annuccia

lyz

16 years 4 months ago

Longo

our dear dear friend, I will blow a breeze to get you back to the lighter side of the moon. You have touched my heart with these valiant words you so bravely write. And yes, understood. You are entitled to your words and I feel with you. A sad but pleasure to read, and there is no words to really give this poem justice. love and a big blowy breeze. Must not forget the kiss, XX Lyz.

Geremia

16 years 4 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaTo my Lyz

J.B. Longo-Geremia To my Lyz and Annuccia. Thank you/ When I was first diagnosed with ths disease I told the dctor that I din't want to die like my mom did --dementia. He asssured me that it was unlikely since I was diagnosed early enuf. My wrtng helsp a great d eal in keeping a "journal" and keeping my mind sharp. Unfonrtunately, I have less control of the keyboard day by day [you csn see that here]. BUT I look so damn good, who cares! : ) Love from Joe

Ink Dragon

16 years 4 months ago

Dear Joe,

this poem is enough to break my heart. I cannot think of any words to say that would make a difference. I can only send you my appreciation and my admiration, with lots of kind thoughts. Yours, ~Nina

Geremia

16 years 4 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaYou have a

J.B. Longo-Geremia You have a wonderful t ender heart ,Nina. And not to worry. I know how to survive and want t share that with all of you who have become so close to me . Joe

Geremia

16 years 4 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaNina, I

J.B. Longo-Geremia Nina, I wrote the followng cmment to Lyz on another poem. By way of understanding, yes? :) I am doing knda ok.The part of the brain [substancia nigra] that is affected by Parkinson’s is where the mind searches for pleasure. The dopamine supplies that deeling much like serotonin/ W hen the dopamine levels are low or sudednly and inexplcably drop, then the “lights go out” and you literaly feel like you are dying. T hen the lights go back on just as suddenly. Several things help: 1) dopamine supplements 2) medcation to prevent “melancholy” 3) WINE 4) Knowng that you are God’s gift to earath….:) 5) Humility 6) A sense of the absurd–bodaboom. bodabing LOL Love from Joe

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

Gods gift to earth! Caboom!

Well you are a gods gift to us here teaching us such compassion and understanding of yours and, as you say, many others situations, we learn to understand others by following your help in ways to do that. We are all grateful to you for your help, we are made better people knowing you, so this god's gift fits the bill as far as I am concerned, comedy apart, you are, and if you want to hear it we will give it to you, with more and more colours and intensity than you've ever seen, yeah all of you he is god's gift to man. Baboom, baboom, baboon, I like them too! Your humility is sometimes too emphasised in you, you have such a plethora of academic 'grace' with your languages and and and not all know this but you have, and you do not show us, apart from your verse and your short remarks; so we shall drink a whole bottle of wine each in your name, and get dead drunk to fulfil your wish of absurdity. Then you won't need the medicine we shall cure you!( we wish) We are not likely to feel melancholy then!! Caboodle cabubble, kaput- that's US. We love you, we love you one and all. Abnnuccia!!!!