Poetry In Motion

Love

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.

© 2017 G.C.... aka Gene

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The worst type of love
It eats away everything and leaves nothing to this person you long for

Such intensity in your work
I guess Florida is doing its job for you

I miss it