Phantom Chimeras

this is all improvisation = started April 1, 2017

           

 

Had he actually seen his long lost brother in the fog,
or was it only a phantom? Chimeras are a figment of the imagination,
only hallucinations; a wishing well vision.
There is a longing inside my heart, 
hankering inside my anatomy. 
Craving and yearning away this lamentable depression. Is dreadful!
Did anyone witness the robbery? I did! eventually, life ends, but not today.
Sometimes largeheartedness overwhelms my mind, missing past lives. I 
compose until shadows patronize me to sleep. But no hidden place in hell, 
all is known thus torment lingers on.
like an army assemblage, lotting a congregation,
huddle together to get me dead. Why must suffering
accompany pain? Is the pain not enough to punish the body?
At times I wonder!
How beautifully is to Love and how tragic is to hate.
But how awful is to have neither of those things, leaves you so empty.
Henpecked as aggressively a woman towards the submissive man.
If only this obscene promiscuous and unwholesome flashy feeling departed its persecution, all prettified wooden emotion set, would vacuum to outer space.
I shall fashion a talisman into my head to keep me company and safe. 
Editing the errors of my life. Most notably inexpensive but not cheap. 
Consistent with everything made of self-indulgent love.