Coat news with narratives
Call the stories facts
Get the data in
See how the masses react
Trim the tale to fit needs
Until the lie is intact
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Category: Poems
Extend Your Compassion
Extend your compassion beyond
That which you hold dear
Lessen the suffering
Of that which you fear
Embrace the far
As well as the near
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
I Give Thanks To The Dawn
I give thanks to the dawn
With a nod of my head to the sun
Birds chip in thanks for the heat
I’ve wonder this world is not yet undone
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Scraggly Haggard Tree
Scraggly haggard tree
Sitting in the winter sun
Sighing out a plea
For the cold to be done
Winter just replies
Grow your bark thicker son
Some might be prone to hurry
But this old man ain’t one
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Karma’s Weave
Karma’s not a cruel bitch
It’s a teacher
Reflected in the glass
As times endless needles stitch
A tapestry
Of all moments past
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
I Google My Thoughts
I Google my thoughts
To known they’re originals
Some are bought
Most are aboriginal
My mind’s fraught
In search of the seminal
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
I Think Our Eyes Are Aliens
I think our eyes are aliens
Our ears the souls of snails
The nose a mermaid’s mouth
Our tongues the whiskers of whales
Us which came and combined together
Willed ourselves to become one
To think, to feel, to perceive
For promised aware enlightenment
Of which it turned out there was none
The promise was a temptation
A ruse, which came to deceive
Now our minds burdened heavy with consciousness
And a past choice for which
Our combined evolved hearts do grieve
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Ouroboros
The world tries to hollow me out
I respect the world’s prerogative
Its capacity for the positive endless
Its pursuit of the negative flawless
It’s ceaseless attempts to consume
The I, the who, the whom
Tracking ruthlessly on my scent
Form of
Food, taxes, utility bills and rent
On the worst of days
I drift away
Most days I just sway
Starting to protest, to say . . .
but I know the snake knows anyway
The devouring serpent
Is aware of
It’s destiny
Soil
And oil
And meat
Becoming that
Treading
Beneath our feet
Today though
I am half swallowed
Head turned toward the sun
The snake and I as one
I do not face the snake
Making the bastard wait
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
I Went Looking For My Form
I went looking for my form
My individual aspect
Didn’t find it on Facebook
Despite my best intentions
Wasn’t on Twitter
Checked my DM’s and mentions
Wasn’t in the digital ether
In the mist of one and two
Then I dug a little deeper
Almost all the way through
I found it dwindling and neglected
Dusty and asleep
To my overwhelming shock
It was made of meat
Sinew and bone
Blood making my heart beat
It was not of the virtual alone
The narrative had over taken me
The glowing luminous binary song
But the longing did awaken me
Seeking appeasement of the wrong
Shaking the dust from me
I did slowly arise
Taking an account of me
I slowly opened my eyes
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
The Absence of Nostalgia
Right thoughts
Right words
Right actions
The absence of nostalgia
Is the beginning of today
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
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