We are without cause or callous lacking voice and malice no longer heirs to this world
An Objective Shrug toward Entropy
StandardLet them have it they say Those who color their words with lazy hate While we take the other road seen as too high or too low lost somewhere in between And when they have it all heads above clouds and stars below They'll find it's not so when we're all the same and no one is there to look up or prey when we're all lookin down kmcgee2020
Fill in the blank
StandardAt times like these I wish…….?
I’ll go first.
At times like these I wish Trump would forget how to say China and let VP Pence do the Press Conferences.
OK that’s two wishes, but it’s my blog. 😉
(Post your wish below)
desire
Standardi felt your presence roll
like thunder down my spine
until it wrapped around my thigh
where it lingered
curious
and
restless
@KMcGee – 2019
a dot in the matrix
Standardi saw the moon shackled to the sky
the stars quivering behind
and it reminded me
how small
i am
.
©KMcGee – 2019
The Imposter
Standardtin foil
is often mistaken
for a silver lining
just as their faith
plus nothing
lines your wallet
in a fool’s gold
KMcGee 2019
“It’s bigger than your little box”
sidewalk art – A poem and more
Standardremember when walking with bare feet meant to be moved
not by their ire but by the slow cool rhythm of life’s drum,
beat by beat we cherished the softness of the newly born
– until now – now the sound of pitter pat drowns in
the color of rage and the ice of blades and hearts pay rent
only for a little while until they lay out their broken life like
some caulk art exhibition drawn not by the inner child
but by the blue men who come to take them home
draped in the white of saints but not in the light
of their brotherly love
©KMcGee-2019
I don’t know why everyone seems so angry all the time – so much negativity – so much unnecessary drama – so much hate – such disrespect for the rule of law – common decency is scarce – boundaries have not only been moved but are being completely eradicated – truth is subjective – reality is subjective – loyalty is an outdated concept – wisdom is trumped by opinion – experience by untested ideas. Everyday life is like an episode of survivor island. The desire for marriage and family is losing it’s foothold. What the hell is going on!? Doesn’t anyone see what we’re losing – what we have lost? Maybe this happens with every new generation. Maybe not. I can’t speak for the past, or even for the future, I can only speak to what I see right now. But I can tell you this – it sure makes us old folks want to unplug and leave this mess to those who are creating it.
I find myself spending less time communing and more time seeking the peace acquired in solitude and with people I can trust. I find my inspiration waning and the desire to bring awareness to social issues less important.
In this new fight to be “different” we’ve lost our connection to one another. Everything and nothing has become some new flash in the pan cause. Really important things are overlooked while the most ridiculous things garner so much of the spotlight. Violent gangs are everywhere. Babies are killing babies. Addiction and homelessness is not something to be treated or even ashamed of but the newest forms of victim mentality and self employment. And NO none of this is normal healthy behavior! Or at least it didn’t used to be.
I understand that there is a lot of social engineering going on, but I don’t think we’ve hired the A students – just the spoiled ones that stomp their feet until they get what they want. We’re headed in the wrong direction – reminds me of A Clockwork Orange.
Anyway -love you all – wish things were better – take care – and good luck!
Vanity in Refrain
StandardIf only eyes could see this life In ways
they understood, then strife and hate would be
decay – our lives could change for good – and by
our choice we’d spare our lives this searing path
toward pain, and cool it from the burning fire
that makes our souls crave fame. If only we
could tame desire what pleasure would we feel?
What joy would come from emptiness; and loss
of mass appeal? Yes, somewhere in our quest
for more a hope of light remains: one day
our kind will live no more and then we will refrain.
KMcGee – 2019
Insanity
ImageStrangled by the Moon
StandardI peer into the dark milky sky and
wonder why the moon can swallow the stars,
but I can’t swallow my fears. Tomorrow
the sun will rise and you, beside me, will
rise like mourning thunder shaking my bones
and leading me, tail drawn between my legs,
into my corner of despair, where time,
endless as the angst I bare, strangles life
from all who live, recycling their breath
as if it were nothing more than fuel to
feed it’s engine of death. Why, Lord when I
try to form the sound of terror do you
lace my mouth, drawing my lips together
as if they were battle boots on empty
fields? How can they hear me, your angels of
hope, when they’re hidden behind the moon and
I, mute with anxiety, no longer
raise my eyes in search of their compassion.
©KMcGee – 2019