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Geremia
Geremia
Apr 09, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

MIDNIGHT BLUE

 MIDNIGHT BLUE Silence speaks a different tongue
Tells what words do not say
No spoken litany
To feed the flame of reality.
I live
Quiet acquiescence
In the sublimity of forced innocence
And
Ignorance pretended.Stunned by truth and absolutes
I twirl in fantasy
Far from the madness of
My world.
Passing through a blinding haze
To another side of me
I bring my soul to opiate dreams
Make it sing a silent melody
Of promises and treachery.Monsters of a kind
That haunt the Soul
And steal the  Mind
In Silence deep 
With  other demons
In Midnight blue
Now Sleep...
— Geremia, Apr 09, 2010

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Seren

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Joe

Holy S**T ~! powerful write ... and I wouldnt change a thing ... theres something different in this write a different feel ... bravo I would swear but I wont embarrass myself lol love and big hugs your Jayne-Chloe x x
Seren

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

there is that dear Joe in

there is that dear Joe in sound of Silence, but something else is haunting in this poem ... I loved this one its probably my new favourite of yours love JayCee x x (hugs)
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Moloko D. Mahuma

16 years 2 months ago

Great poem

I just don't know what to say about this great poem but I have to agree with JayCee, something else is haunting in this poem, but it is a perfect poem, I love it. Moloko
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 2 months ago

Wonderful you Longbeard

Ann of Norway "Quiet acquiescence In the sublimity of forced innocence And Ignorance pretended."......(these two words wonderful too) "Passing through a blinding haze" I like the blinding haze"........ wonderful vision I get from that. "Monsters of a kind That haunt the Soul  And steal the  Mind" ................Love this. Ever twirling spinning revolving and I can see you way out there  individuated into the ether like the centre of a hurricane wonderfully  twirling. Out there among the gods and deamons of myths and stories of old. Have just been watching the rain, or possibly hail, falling in the semi distance like feathered jets and this poem has the same awesome feeling to it Joe. Yes Jayne this is powerful stuff I agree with you. Annuccia