Sometimes you drink yourself sober
Facing the morning sun
Sometimes you could not be surer
The whiskey definitely won
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Month: March 2013
Boozing and Tweeting
Beer and tweeting on Sunday
Tossing ideas out at the stars
Should be productive in someway
But I love the sound and smell of bars
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Your Words Are Not Inconsequential
Your words are not inconsequential
Together they are substantial
On the timeline viewed in the sequential
Desire for change rains torrential
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Chaos Is The Unknown’s Bliss
I know the truth of none of this
Most facts are clearly missing
Chaos is the unknown’s bliss
Choices = a possibilities dismissing
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
The Word Human
Language gave me the word humans
To speak of what we are
The map showed me foreign lands
To show me the near and the far
You showed me the corners of my heart
Where the secrets of me do dwell
Guiding your hands with my eyes closed
And my heart and cock did swell
Human is not just a word
But an idea in the wind
That was quietly born
In our redemption and sin
I’ll stand and face you in the flesh
We’ll find our map through the words
We’ll find the way we know best
To make our passion and fear be heard
By the things we don’t understand
That which we can’t articulate
So my sweet love take my hand
And we will face all the cosmos love or hate
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
#140 Characters
140 characters to sum up the day
140 characters to find a new way
140 characters for what I gotta say
140 characters timeline’s slipping away
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
The Random Provides Information
The random provides information
The information provides facts
The facts provide observations
Of how the random reacts
Gene G.McLaughlin 2013
The Hive
Does the hive make choices better?
Did I ever really make a choice?
As I type this letter by letter
Is this really my own voice?
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
22 Years
When my father was my age
He had 22 more years left
He looked at the future
As an endless array of choices
Without death as an option
It was though
For good or bad
It always is
It is the boundary of
One’s vessel
Not it’s ripples
Across the inward ocean
It is hard me to view all of this
As an infinite journey as he did
Knowing what I know
Yet I will fight to view it so
The shrug off the knowledge of
Where the path to the ocean
Meets the water
Making 22 years into
A transinfinite journey
There is an eternity between moments
Endless ripples between the ripples
The ocean is never still
Even when there is no motion
Looking out from the shore
At the path’s end
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
A Spring Zen Prayer
Permit me to let go the things I am not
The things that are denied me
The things that are not to be
The things that cause me anger
The things that I cannot control
The things that are of me, but haunt me
The things that are of not of me, but haunt me
The things that the world imposed upon me
The things that I imposed upon myself
Permit me to know the things that are hidden
The things that become lost to me repeatedly
The things I must learn time and time again
The things I know are true, but cannot accept
The things that are of all things and not just me
The things that are of me and unmoving and real
The things that are not the narrative of it, but the pulse of it
The things that are silent and neither want nor give
The things a rock knows when the hammer falls upon it
I am the wind
Never allowed to settle or still
I am the ocean
Many things that look to be one from a distance
I am the sand
Both shifting and stable at once
I am the fire
Grown from spark to inferno to cinder all in a day
Let me begin each day and try to hear the silent sound
Let me begin each day and try to see the color of air
Let me begin each day and try to feel the back of my mind
Let me begin each day and try to smell the heat of the rising sun
Let me begin each day and try to feel the love I know pulses through the world,
but is sometimes lost to me.
If I cannot, let me accept my struggle and failure
Living not wanting to be that which I am am not
And rising tomorrow to try again to see
I am not it, but of it
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
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