March is ever undecided
Nothing in the cold wind
Or the warming air
Betrays its mind
Or intentions
I’ll decide
When I decide
March decries
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
This Life’s All a Wheel
Eyes on the prize
Hands on the wheel
Earn what I can
Rest of it I’ll steal
All comes around again
This life’s all a wheel
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
That Which Was
Linked in my mind
Through the hazy smoke of years
Burned by
Without me noticing
In the record store
They once again look at me
From the dusty bins
Side by side
Their world
That which was
Seems impossible
As today will seem
In 50 years
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Sitter In The Vineyards
His heart is not stone
But metal
He is of man
Not man
Among the grapes he sits
Fragile
Every dying
He does not smile
He merely is.
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
When I Failed
When I let them measure my worth
That is when I failed
And fell asleep
Now I am awake
And I will fill my life
With that which I value
Not the value
Which they judge me
To be worth
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Choose To Recluse
I’m tired
Of entertainments
I’m fatigued
By breaking news
I’m fragile
From pronouncements
Of what
I stand to loose
I choose
To recluse
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Embrace
I’m trying not
To always get
Distracted by
Shiny new things
To embrace what I’ve got
And to let
Myself see
What joy that brings
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Winter Knows
Winter knows
What summer doesn’t
Winter shows us
That which wasn’t
In spring life grows again
In summer we see that couldn’t
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
He Wrote A Letter
From a B-ham jail
In 1963
He wrote a letter
That has made it to me
The fight is still being fought
Maybe always will be
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
If The System Is Unaware
If the system is unaware
Then suddenly refers to itself
Is the system viewing from here
Or observing from somewhere else
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
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