Sitter In The Vineyards

Sitter on 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

When I Failed

When I let them measure my worth

That is when I failed

And fell asleep

Now I am awake

And I will fill my life

With that which I value

Not the value

Which they judge me

To be worth

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

Choose To Recluse

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

Embrace

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

Winter Knows

Winter knows

What summer doesn’t

Winter shows us

That which wasn’t

In spring life grows again

In summer we see that couldn’t

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

If The System Is Unaware

If the system is unaware

Then suddenly refers to itself

Is the system viewing from here

Or observing from somewhere else

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

Love Is What We Say It Is

Money is what we say it is

Paper or power or both

Life’s meaning is what we say it is

Winter’s stagnation or spring’s green growth

God is what we say it is

The center or nature or the all

The season is what we say it is

The heat of summer or cool colors of fall

Love is what we say it is

Passion or desire or hope that binds

Struggle is what we way it is

Something to overcome or accept in our minds

Rebirth is what we say it is

A continuation or the world born anew

The new year is what we say it is

May it ruminate quietly or speak in volumes through you

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

Two Thousand Thirteen

Two thousand thirteen

Passed like a fever dream

This year containing

Love loss joy and rage

View time as a guideline

Not a cage

Gene G. Mclaughlin 2013

As The Flames Dance Proud And Free

As The Flames Dance Proud and Free

 

Once there was a dark blue sky

That a fire burned beneath

The flames were born of

Magma bubbling underneath

The crust and stone of the rock

The cosmos did bequeath

 

The forming was slow and steady

Selections were rapidly made

Until once a man and woman

Sat one day alone in a glade

They made the choice to name themselves

To call their chosen pairing love

Upon a tree near to them

Perched a pure white dove

They called the dove a thing of peace

Then decorated the tree

With things strewn throughout the glade

As clouds approached from the sea

The cloud became snow in the sky

The tree covered in the coldest white

They light fires to warm them from the cold

Sitting up through the night

They were joined by others soon

To sit before the tree and flames

Soon the others before the fire

Choose to also take names

 

Still in the winter we sit before the fire

With our decorated tree

We ask for help to make it through the dark

As the flames dance proud and free

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

Inspirational Internet Videos

Sometimes I hope for validation

A small token to keep me afloat

Sometimes validation doesn’t come

It then matters less than it did a moment before

Because it has to

 

There is an urgency to life

So little time in all

There are always the inspirational videos

That tell me to live fully all time

That fill me with guilt

For not being a star in the sky

Shining brightly

I’ll be grateful for the moments

I have strength to live life fully

Avoiding people and things

That tell me that the quiet slow moments

Have no worth

I need no one on a wall poster or internet video

To tell me life is short

I am cognizant and know this fact already

 

In kindergarten

They do not teach you

How to live in quiet desperate moments

That are plentiful

Where you are alone

Dealing with yourself

Your failures and inactions

You learn how to negotiate

All of it for a while

 

When you are not distracted

The reality of it all sinks in

Some good and bad

In one package

The fact that we are resilient

Is not clear to us

Until we are

So much of life is waiting rooms

Sitting in the car alone on the highway

The glare of cubicle lights for eight hours

Folding laundry and ironing

Filling the dishwasher

Raking leaves

That is alright

I give you my token of appreciation

For the mundane things

Validation

For the things they don’t make internet videos about

The quiet filler

Of which your life is built

Where you can find truth, balance, and health

As easy as anywhere else

I absolve you of the guilt

That your existence is not elevated all the time

By the spectacular

Carry on

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013