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

If I Knew What I Learned

If I knew
What I learned
Than I’d tell it
But you see
Having lived it
I don’t know it
If I don’t seem
Lost
I just don’t
Show it
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

The Weight of Madness

I inhale the weight of madness
I exhale the weight of light
I acknowledge my sadness
I acknowledge it is with myself I fight
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

You Can Carry It

You can carry it

That’s alright

Set it down

If you lose the fight

Use finesseInstead of might

But

Make no decision

Due to fright

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

Sibiling Rivalry/Last Piece of Pizza

She was awaken and wired
Silent hidden charged
Believing I conspired
In the room she barged
Me red handed!
Last of pizza I pawed
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

Words Like Thunder

Words resonated more

Before they were written down

Crashing like thunder

Confined to only sound

Now they are echoes

Lost and found

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

Digital Karma

Digital karma

Swirling in motion

To stay in the center

Requires eight paths

Vigilant effort

A heart ever open

Resilient skin

Nothing is past

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

Reason

I was wrong

I changed

Now I’m better

Didn’t know

Was taught

Now it’s true

These are things of wonder

That reason can do for you

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

Is It Possible For The Heart To Be Broken From The Start?

I was born with a melancholy smile

Knowing I was different after just a short while

Nursing from my mom

I knew soon her lovely tit would soon be gone

Oh I knew it would all soon fall apart

Is It Possible For The Heart To Be Broken From The Start?

I met a little blonde haired girl in my first year of school

Knowing even with her inviting smile soon I would be the fool

Before touching her blonde hair

I knew she would run away so scared

Oh I knew it would all soon fall apart

Is It Possible For The Heart To Be Broken From The Start?

I went to university knowing all would go so bad

Knowing all the hope with my heart would turn to the feeling I’d been had

I told my lover of my soul’s true passion

Yet she laughed and so so quickly I was soon out of fashion

Oh I knew it would all soon fall apart

Is It Possible For The Heart To Be Broken From The Start?

Now I walk on the winter Sunday beach of middle age

Yet another doleful lonely page

Oh I wish I could even feel some genuine rage

Yet I know even that attempt at truth would be betrayed

Oh please tell me this might get just a little better

If it gets any worse

I will think my birth was my curse

And the taste of the hemlock will be like bittersweet wine

No one will miss my passing, but I’ll be fine

Oh I knew it was destine to all go wrong

Why did I ever wait for its ending so so long?

So I put my words in this pitiful parting song

Yet I know no one cares so you can all just move along

Is It Possible For The Heart To Be Broken From The Start?

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013