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
Tag: Poem
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
Invaders
Worst thoughts of my mind
Suddenly arrive uninvited
Attempts to ignore only tightly loop and bind
Slowly making it harder to fight it
In the end I find
I must acknowledge it not losing sight
That which comes unbidden
Cannot be ignored away
Attempts to keep it hidden
Invite a longer stay
When the mind is twisted and ridden
Your rituals have no sway
Speak of it
Do not run
They fade away
When faced with light and sun
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
For those whose minds get away from them sometimes.
Devil In The Details
The devil is in the details
Yet God is found in the mistake
And the best laid plans of man pales
To when evolution and conditions awake
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
The State of Things
Stone keeps sitting silent
Sun shines hard and clear
Earth moves as matters make it
Sometimes slow, then violent
Sometimes there, then here
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Hoboken Terminal 1990
Rude boys on the train
Singing what they speak
Punk rockers hide the pain
Anger about to break
Dominican girls are walking
Every step shakes
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
An Artist’s Heart
One good moment
A spark of art
A souls movement
A missing part
Grace captured
From promising start
To the brief rapture
Of an artist’s heart
Gene G. Mclaughlin 2016
Retribution
The dead seek no retribution
They’re gone from hunger
Not from greed
They are appeased from restitution
Of that torn asunder
Not from need
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
The Search
I’ve not found it yet
Betwixt barroom floorboards
Or Buddha’s verses
Guess I’ll search more
Before early bird specials
Or cold black hearses
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
News Cycle
Coat news with narratives
Call the stories facts
Get the data in
See how the masses react
Trim the tale to fit needs
Until the lie is intact
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
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