I Come To Take Your Hate

This I write

To make true

Decency is not lost

Love is not diminished

Grace is not absent

I come to take your hate

I will turn the hot stone

Into a cool wind

Fire only consumes

Remakes the world

In its own image

Of ash and ember

This I do

So that you may know your own sound

Breathe

Hear your heart

The beating

Of the engine

Hear the blood

How it flows

With quiet force

The sound

Of your fingers

As you gently

Rub their tips

Together

This is the sound of time

Without the weight of years

This I give to you

Gene G. McLaughlin 2016

 

 

I Shall

I have few resources

Often only kindness

And the will to not be inured

To the sorrow of the mourners

And the cries of the injured

I shall not keep to silence

Nor allow bigotry to be ignored

I shall seek no answers in violence

In pursuit of grace much can be endured

I shall make a quiet strong alliance

Between peace and love letting both be heard

In a voice even, but full of defiance

Against wrong thought and action

Committed via both deed and word

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015

Note-

Something I wrote to remember both how sad and outraged I was last week in South Carolina, but also how inspired I was by the survivors families in Charleston and their capacity for grace and forgiveness.

Outside of Time

I like that there was a time like that

Even if it is not mine

I like that there was a place like that

Amid the ruins of time

I like that love existed

Between those I shall never know

I like there are those that shall travel

To destinations I shall not go

I begrudge the universe nothing

I shall take what is given to me

But my universe shall exist of

Much more than I can see

In the earth are buried narratives

Stories by the score

In the sky are floating passions

Making the world both less and more

It is all one tale

Told outside of time

That I am the lead actor in

Yet which is never mine

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015

Straight Up v2

I could tell you it was about love

But it was straight up about the need

I could say I drove too fast due to lateness

But it was straight up about the speed

I could tell you I was into Phish or the Dead

But it was straight about the weed

I could tell you I work for the love of it

But it is straight up about the greed

I could tell you a whole lot of shit

But telling is not my creed

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015

Approach

Tell me a story

Of the things you want

Tell me your tales

Of the places you haunt

Show me your heart

What your see in the mirror

What tears you apart?

What god says when you hear her?

It is all just instances

Guiding us toward the now

All just hearts and souls learning

The intimacies of why and how

Tell me how I can reach you

And the secrets you know

Tell me how to approach

Where to hasten and slow

Tell me what a kiss means

And when I’d be brazen to touch

Tell what songs you sing alone

What memories are just too much

Do not hold back the burdens

Those that are too much to bear

Do no hide what you value

Or mask that for which you care

Be cautious and careful

For I would be to

But for those things I ask

Answers maybe be slow

Yet please make them true

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015