Blank is the page
None are the words
My mind grasps back
To conversations I heard
Inspiration will come
This fight will be won
But long after this day is done
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Category: Poems
Live Your Life In Light – A Secular Prayer
Live your life in light
The shadows should only
Be occupied of your own choosing
Live your life in love
The limits should only
Be applied of your own decisions
Live your life with imperfections
Their existence only
Acknowledged by your own determinations
You were sanctified by evolution
You were sanctified from the start
You were sanctified by no ones decision
You are sanctified in whole or in part
Live your life in light
Live your life in love
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
I Want To Be Forgotten
I want to be forgotten
By the suns ever expanding flames
What we’ve wrought torn asunder
All the shames and blames
Existence starting over
Devoid of stifling names
Categorization viewed anew
Analogies linking similars and sames
Nothing is repeated
The systems begin once more
Before wonder is defeated
And things aren’t nameless anymore
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Wickedness Born of Scarcity
Wickedness born of scarcity
Scarcity born of need
All entwined in a circle
Wickedness meeting with greed
Love born of sacrifice
Needs of others more than self
Hand extends to a stranger
Holding charity and nothing else
Empathy is the light that is endless
No scarcity in its domain
The light shines brightly forever
Opposition of apathy and pain
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
Analogies Surrender
Once we invented
Things to cope with
That which we could not face
Now we invent
Things to face
That which we cannot cope
Analogy was our downfall
Because in comparison
We came to be
Categorization gave us no comfort
Because we are not changed
Due to discovery of genus or genome
Upon this rock we sit
Circling a burning star
Seeking comfort from naming things
To which names do not stick
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
If There Is No Middle Ground
If there is no middle ground
Then the way is lost
It is hard to see when beaten down
Through the smoke
Know middle ground is there
In the haze
Right behind you
Just obscured
We can speak in absolutes
Hold volatile ideas near and dear
Speak of revolution
Ignoring the tears
We don’t know ourselves
Through the swirl
We cannot see ourselves
With it engulfing us
Sometimes it is better
To move slowly
Through the fog
Feeling that which is around us
Which we cannot see
Waiting until the fog dissipates
Instead of burning it off
Because that which we burn
We sometimes value most
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
We Never Think It is Us
We never think it is us
Who will struggle to rise
Overestimation
Our shared sin
Those of us who know
Extend our hands
To the fallen
As if
They were
Us
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
I Threw All I Could Find In It
I had a hole I stood next to
I threw all I could find in it
I threw all the songs I could find in it
I threw all the words I could find in it
I threw all the images I could find in it
It was still empty still longing
Still a whisper I couldn’t hear
I threw all the whiskey I could find in it
I threw all the cocaine I could find in it
I threw all the food I could find in it
It was still thirsty still hungry
Just a whisper far away
I threw all the lust I could find in it
I threw all the fear I could find in it
I threw all the anxiety I could find in it
It found no peace still never resting
The whisper left me alone
I ran out of things to throw in it
I stood alone and broken
Next to the hole
Then the whisper said to me directly
It is standing right with you
The suffering and the desire
Grab it take it with you
Put it in the hole
In the hole you’ll know its name
I walked slowly forward
My nerves steeled
Knowing the whisper spoke truth
I wrapped my arms around it
I leapt with it into the whole
I saw it from within it
Then I knew I should embrace it
Then I got to giving up all of it
I knew the name of my desire
I knew the hole was me
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
We Came Down From The Trees, Then We All Stood Up
Came down to ground
Now we’re standing up straight
Walked on our knuckles
Now we stride and strut with a gate
Took slowly to taking
Decided to take up writing
Gave up on tails and fur
But not on all the fighting
Some say that some
Should stand straighter than others
But I ain’t see a one
That’s less monkey than another
Some say that some
Go by a different set of rules
But once we started standing up
We were nobodies fools
All I really know
Is that if you are my friend
Than you ain’t gonna to tell us
We don’t have the right stand again
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
BlueRidgeMountainGirl
She’s got a coexist bumper sticker
On her hybrid car
She’s had seen Widespread shows
Where things went way too far
She don’t believe in Jesus
But acts like she does
Because a ministers daughter
Is still what she was
In her younger years
She had some trouble with blow
It’s the nights that get late to fast
It’s the people you know
She does lots of yoga
To smooth out the nerves
It usually works
Least it maintains her posture and curves
She’s got a daughter she loves
And ex that she don’t
She tells her parents she’ll marry again
But she knows that she won’t
She’s got good intentions
In actions and deeds
A job and a small ranch house
Most of what she needs
She’s got a boyfriend
On alternating weekends
He spent time in the desert
He’s quiet and still seeking
An answer to what happened
Or at least a good night sleep
He doesn’t complain much
She don’t dig to deep
They watch a movie
Or make shrimp and grits
Sometimes they hold hands
Watching the cats clean for ticks
The mountains are quiet
They have few opinions
In the hills behind her
There grows mint and wild onions
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
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