I got nothing tonight
But the summer heat
No feeling
But pavement burning
My feet
Only the ache
No
Deceit
Flesh singed
Like Meat
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Tag: Poetry
The Bear Went Over The Mountain
The bear went over the mountain
To see what he could see
And all that he could see
Was the other side of the mountain
Was all that he could see
So the bear took a long slow moment
Atop that lonely mountain
He thought of all his wanderings
Where all his winters brought him
This mountain was a mountain where
Maybe his moments could have meaning
If the bear he so allowed
The next mountain might have something
That from the bear was hidden
A sacred secret knowledge
The bear would finally make his own
His paws dug in the dirt and dust
His fur felt the warmth and sun
His bones they came to realize
The mountain knew the same things
As the next did and the one before
There were mountains to be found
By stillness and not by climbing
By the staying and not the roaming
The bear went to the top of the mountain
The bear called the mountain home
The bear climbed to the top of the mountain
The bear became of where he sat
The bear became the mountain
Together they both grew
Into another mountain
For another bear to find
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Internet Hype Train
Internet hype train
Runs all night
Ignore any pain
Next new thing will get you right
Yelp it at 5 stars
So so good
Cell service is five bars
Instagram posts fast knock on wood!
Don’t stop to think
Engine don’t run on calm
Craft cocktails to drink
Handmade booze balm
Walk past the bathroom mirror
Glance, but don’t slow down
Hey did you hear her?
Next door is the hot place in town
Latest and greatest!
Wait what was that?
Latest and greatest!
Where you at?
Be there next
Leaving here quick
Got to stay in motion
Or I feel a little sick
Wake up tomorrow
Do it again
Don’t feel the sorrow
Ignore the shackles and chain
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
I Was Here For a Time
I was here for a time
The worlds rages repeated
On this earth for a time
All our dark themes repeated
In quiet moments of grace
These hard truths receded
I was left with that
Which glows in my mind
The passions I have felt
The ties that bind
The love that turns the third eye
To seeing from blind
The war and stuggle can rage around me
The tolls and losses can mount
I will hold the suffering I see
Equally with joys my mind can count
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
An Ancient Ruthless Language
I do not want to be bitter in the end
DNA is an ancient ruthless language
That which is encoded to be aware
Is encoded to decay
Awareness an advantage
An evolution
Sometimes a difficulty
As the world spins
Bitterness would indicate regret
Which is purchased
And is sustained
By the illusion
That self-determination guided us
Yet the options we have
Are small, but meaningful
Such as the choice of bitterness
About the fate we are dealt
Or
Acceptance of that which blocks our path
And shall never move
To find meaning in stillness
To find peace the inevitable
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
9 Dollar Poem
I sold a poem for 9 dollars
Then bought sea monkeys
With the funds
Art, commerce, and life’s miracles
Existing together as one
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Bucket List
What I am doing is enough for me
Because it has to be enough for me
Has to have been enough for me
Without a list made out for me
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
You Might Find Yourself a Fraud
Perhaps you might feel yourself a fraud
On occasion this might be true
Know all human’s are flawed
That is not the sum of you
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Winter Feels Like Scorn
Winter feels like scorn
Spring a distant legend
By the fire I shall warm
Until brighter suns do beckon
If none come
It’s the end I reckon
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Shopping at the Goodwill
At the Goodwill among the used and worn
Buying a footrest made before I was born
It will be my treasure despite others scorn
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
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