That Crusoe Must Have Thunk/version 2

I have the kind of

Knowledge you get

From spending days and years alone

Books existing as my solace

When I am lonely to the bone

I am a dreamer

I am a drunk

I am thinking all the thoughts

That Crusoe must have thunk

I have the kind of old soul

That runs away from pain

I know all about the price of love

And its small and subtle gains

I am a dreamer

I am a drunk

I am thinking all the thoughts

That Crusoe must have thunk

I might have misgivings

Gathered up along the way

But the train’s already moving

And the fare has been paid

Some come on now

All you words and songs

Give me that substitute

For that which my soul longs

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015

Elated Joys and Sorrowful Lamentations

I cannot ease your pain

Include suffering in your expectations

Conscious existence in full contains

Elated joys and sorrowful lamentations

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

Postman

Doorbell rings who is it?

It is the postman once again

Postman what do you carry?

I bring you complications

And the dawn of a brand new day

I bring you salutations

From the voices of yesterday

Did you not expect it?

My deliveries are always on time

Could you not deduce that?

I would arrive at mornings chime

Looking at the postman

I can see jest in his eyes

He knows my years are more than a few

And I can see through his guise

You bring me what I did not expect

Maybe means to fill some needs

Or something from a past once wrecked

Maybe new growth from a bag of seeds

Mr. Postman I know enough of fate

To approach all things with doubt

I know there is never a clean slate

Nor a risk less route

But I shall not fear the unknown

That is just the same as being blind

Or disregard paths that are shown

Out of fear that they are not mine

Mr. Postman what speaks to you?

Tell me not I know it is pain

Mr. Postman you are not alone

And in each moment there can be gain

Bring me what you will sir

I am not afraid

Bring me what you will sir

Without calligraphy or masquerade

I know what you deliver:

Spirit always questing

Spirit always true

Spirit never breaking

Spirit always renewed

Spirit blind with sorrow

Spirit bound with pain

Spirit gently borrows

From the hearts small and subtle gains

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013