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Geremia
Geremia
Apr 17, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

WALLS: BLOODLINE IV

WALLS: BLOODLINE IV

I build 

A wall of metaphor and rhyme

Strong as any

Of concrete mortar and steel

Safe from reality

In reality’s dream

And

The soul’s imagination

 

I’ve built many walls

Over these many years

Safe in the embrace

Of Mind’s fantasy

Bleeding from recollections

Unkind

And my own frailties

 

There were no rainbows in your life

No rainbow shone for me

Tender hearts

All

Loving

Harsh and unforgiving

Born too late in time

You built your walls

Carefully

And

Now on Infinity’s edge

I build mine

 

　

　

　

— Geremia, Apr 17, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

This is so sad, one of the

This is so sad, one of the saddest of your poems, Joe. And you have a gift in writing poetry filled with aching sorrow. I prefer to see humans like morning glories, climbing up walls, tendrils through doors and windows... Much much love my dear Joe, I wish there were something I could do for you other than love you. ~A "Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." ~ A Course In Miracles
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 1 month ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaMy

J.B. Longo-Geremia My Anna, The persona presented in poetry is onl part of the reality of the author. The poem for me mst be separated from biography and taken as an independant entity. I delve, at moments, into the realities of my life--but I did survive mself and share the courage of expression. Love from Joe :) And I AM damn good.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

And so you did Longo Joe.

Ann of Norway "but I did survive mself and share the courage of expression." And so you are, good that is; and the walls built in this poem are such fine walls of thought containing each their folded vision, within them. Its a very good analogy to my mind, but you ¨ cannot help but stir our feelings with your writes, now admit it, they are strong and sad too from their own point of view. I love the wording of the ending. Annuccia.