Closer to dead
Is closer to free
Truth no longer
Hides from me
In the corner of my eye
There I see
Shadows approaching slowly
I do not flee
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Closer to dead
Is closer to free
Truth no longer
Hides from me
In the corner of my eye
There I see
Shadows approaching slowly
I do not flee
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Books disregard
Limits of time
Space and Censorship
They are
The final charred
Organic postcards
Until the fiery
Complete end
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Hatred is created by self narrative
Narrative is human to the core
To find the way to peace
Create stories in your mind no more
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Kindness and empathy exist
Without us inventing them
Traits evolved
Not granted
Lessons learned
Over millenniums
Not centuries
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
In pain
Or distress
Or in the end
You don’t remember
The cause of them
At the end of it all
You recall
The who
The what
You love
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
The opposite of pain
Is acknowledgement of pain
The path to control
Is the acknowledgement of none
Fate’s not my future
It is what I’ve done
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Mercy an element of kindness
Worth it’s weight in salt
Cruelty a symptom of weakness
A soley human fault
They are equally
Us
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Love knows your name
You wear it on your sleeve
Like a pin or bumper sticker
Signifying
What you can conceive
Imbued with
All you believe
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
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
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