I wish I could show you what
I see
But
It lacks impact
Without context
But
As a hint
Love and light
Are the subtext
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Tag: Poetry
The Terroir of a Thought
When I am struck
By a feeling or emotion
That is not consistent
With what it once was
I recall
The terroir of a thought
Includes time
An instigator of change
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride
“No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.” – Hunter S. Thompson
Ok Hunter.
I’m in.
Not even gonna put my safety harness on or brace for impact.
Not even going to blame anybody if this all goes wrong.
The safety inspectors all retired and their replacements are on strike.
I’ll wear the helmet, but not the googles, I’m already not seeing too clearly.
There’s no football until September.
I’ll make it until then.
Nope nobody smokes cigarettes anymore,
but we got more beer than you can shake a stick at and weed is legal all over.
Oh the rides starting.
I’m just gonna close my eyes when we get to the top.
Gene G. Mclaughlin 2016
Red Raw Orlando Sun
Red raw Orlando sun
Lays our failures plain
Kneeling all as one
Souls burdened with pain
Filtering words of sense
From the anger soaked insane
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Undiminished
Time is not a zero sum transaction
Somewhere
You exist young and undiminshed
Everything echoes
All at once
All the time
I choose to hear your laughter
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Anatta
You like sand
Not like stone
Self like blood
Not like bone
Wind moves water
Wind wakes waves
I am the foam
Crashing upon
Cold crags
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Gatsby Develops Android Apps
Gatsby develops Android apps
In the modern day
Daisy has a reality show
That’s a career in a way
Tom is the son of patent lawyer
Who went to Duke to play lacrosse
Nick is still choking on whiskey and words
As his body pays the cost
The world still glitters in the distance
The LED screen cuts down on the glare
It all seems so charmed
Until you finally make your way there
Nostalgia fills the empty
Where music fills the night
I’d say I saw them dancing
But the word fleeing seems more right
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
I Went Looking For A Story
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
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.
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