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Geremia
Geremia
Apr 11, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Hollow voices: My Poetry

 

HOLLOW VOICES :MY POETRY

 

Thoughts on  fire
Cold steel cutting through
Visions clear
I see the world on my terms
A sui generis birth of words
Intense modulation
Seething existential parody
Of Creation 

Flowing recollections of lives past
Come to haunt my present
Echoing truths
Showing me the way
The Soul blinded 
By obsession
Reflecting on its Mystery
In silent fear
Unable  to h ear
Unwilling  to see

Hollow voices speak
In whispers treacherous
Betraying promises
Of
Love and Mercy
Bliss and Reason

Verses harsh  ruby red
Golden halos
In diamond settings
Sparkling ecstasy
In Eve’s soulless embrace
Stun the senses
And
Leave me as dead
No Eden this awakening

Dread of Immortality
Told in wanderings
Into dream and irreality
Pleasure’s Fantasy
Holding on to Flesh
For fear of my Mortality
I linger in Hope’s despair
Waiting for what is coming near

 

　

— Geremia, Apr 11, 2010

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Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

This one is richly wonderful, poetently rich Joe.

"Thoughts on fire Cold steel cutting through Visions clear"...........................The slice so clean that the contents are flattened in the picture in my minds eye. "Hollow voices speak 
In whispers treacherous 
Betraying promises
 Of
Love and Mercy 
Bliss and Reason"..................I hear them. "Verses harsh  ruby red
 Golden halos 
In diamond settings 
Sparkling ecstasy 
In Eve’s soulless embrace
 Stun the senses
 And
Leave me as dead
 No Eden this awakening"...........This is truly richly wonderful. "The Soul blinded By obsession Reflecting on its Mystery In silent fear Unable to h ear Unwilling to see"........ ........here I saw a soul personified and wandering, a beautiful spectre in my imagination, female for some reason, it was quite beautiful and mesmerisingly real. Well done Longobardolino, Annuccia. The only little thing I wondered about was the dread of immortality- not sure that way round, that I understand it!