The subject was pain
Not related to you
Only what me
And mine
Have been through
Empathy is
My needs met
With little
Or no
To do
From you
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
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When I Was A Ghost
When I was a ghost
Songs sounded like sorrow
The aural recognition
Of time fading away
But
When love shaped my form
I knew the song was melody
The joyous exclamation
That then is always now
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
The Subtext
I wish I could show you what
I see
But
It lacks impact
Without context
But
As a hint
Love and light
Are the subtext
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
The Terroir of a Thought
When I am struck
By a feeling or emotion
That is not consistent
With what it once was
I recall
The terroir of a thought
Includes time
An instigator of change
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Red Raw Orlando Sun
Red raw Orlando sun
Lays our failures plain
Kneeling all as one
Souls burdened with pain
Filtering words of sense
From the anger soaked insane
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Undiminished
Time is not a zero sum transaction
Somewhere
You exist young and undiminshed
Everything echoes
All at once
All the time
I choose to hear your laughter
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Anatta
You like sand
Not like stone
Self like blood
Not like bone
Wind moves water
Wind wakes waves
I am the foam
Crashing upon
Cold crags
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
The Exits of the Ikea
The exits of the Ikea
Have been theorized but never found
In its halls
The moans of the forsaken
Make such a mournful sound
Yet when I see
Lingoberry preserves
I find joy is all around
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
I Went Looking For A Story
I went looking for a story
Amongst the oceans
Sands and dirt
Instead I found
A world so overwhelming
I barely see it still as Earth
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
The Beat Knows My Name
The beat knows my name
Earbuds almost shake loose
Tonite the street knows
I ain’t going to stay the same
Going slip my neck outta this noose
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
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