I awoke to a black blindness
In my bed
Fevered and sweaty I was
Filled with
Growing dread
Yet what I found
Was my cat sleeping
Upon my head
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Tag: Poetry
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
The Red Pill
Born with the red pill
Halfway down the throat
Taking the utmost skill
Discerning what that denotes
The burden of building bridges
Not moats
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
Extend Your Compassion
Extend your compassion beyond
That which you hold dear
Lessen the suffering
Of that which you fear
Embrace the far
As well as the near
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
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