Kindness and empathy exist
Without us inventing them
Traits evolved
Not granted
Lessons learned
Over millenniums
Not centuries
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Tag: Poem
The Who The What You Love
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
Fate Is Not My Future
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
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
There Is A Heart With Wings
There is a heart with wings
That flies beneath a golden sun that illuminates its shape
Brightening the dark of its red
Sometimes the heart moves gently
Jostling in the air that surrounds it
It does not lower or fade, at least as the mortal eye can see
The heart is and shall be eternal, from some points of view
Made of paint, nails and wood
Containing a message, if not possessing a name
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Love Knows Your Name
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
Late March Sky 6 p.m.
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
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