The Chronicles of the Bullshit Epidemic
All writings presented on this page were written by Kathleen Margaret Irene Flanagan-McMaster. Please bear with me as I learn to build my page. I am just learning this stuff and I am having a blast at it. I figure I write for a reason, might as well share it with others.
Athena is the pristine and Kath is the colors
Athena is the prism and Kath is the ray of light
Together we bring God’s energy to the the world
Welcome to the nuclear world, the atom was spilt In The Beginning
United we stand divided we fall
The Big Picture
Shattered by the remnants of a cosmic sonic boom
I float throughout the atmosphere
Backlit by the moon
Returning back to energy
The purest of the pure
I blend into the synergy
Humbled and demure
Each moment is a lifetime
Each lifetime is a blink
If we try to see the world without them telling us what to think
We take with us some memories
And the answers that we’ve found
They swim with us through the trees and scatter us around
We are all of everything
And it’s all part of us
Whether blood and bone or
Ore and stone or
Little specks of dust
Nothing more than molecules
Omni-present, all-encompassing
Gradually becoming miniscule until we are nothing
More than a whisper in an ear
Released from all emptiness, loneliness and fear
And all the time we’ve wasted, chasing youth and better means
Suddenly means nothing
In the greater scheme of things
This poem was written for my friend who was dealing with the loss of her father. The ability to embrace death helps us appreciate every moment of the living breath. We are always together, whether in life or death.
The Never-ending Question of Love
He haunts her like a melody,
He breathes her like a sigh,
He taunts her with his whispers and tells her he’s her guy.
So she tries to make the effort,
And give this thing a try.
But he blows her off like the wind and
Bats her with the eye.
The tongue as sweet as lullaby,
The words as sharp as knives,
Action becomes mechanical,
Life the car she drives.
He controls the destiny,
She leaves it up to fate.
Trust is the meal she serves when love is on the plate
But can he even ponder the moistness in her eyes
He thinks she does the lying, but all she does is cries
Can she make him change his mind?
Can he keep the tune?
However she may find him,
Just let her find him soon.
His soul kisses her like honey.
His heart may hold the key.
His timings kind of funny.
His root as firm as tree.
He bends with a shudder,
But he cannot break.
Does he hide behind the fear
Of the loss he could not take?
Or does he play games with love
And toss it like a coin?
Does he say to Hell with love
Let’s keep it with the loin?
Cloth may cover the sight,
Love is full of Might.
God help her with her plight.
To choose the path which is right..
Her prayers are like the echoes, carried by the wind
Straight to the ear of God,
Despite how much they’ve sinned.
And may he take further still,
To the hand she prays to hold,
To help keep the faithful maintenance
Her shelter from the cold.
She feels God in the atmosphere,
She drinks him from the tap,
She sees God in the child’s face,
But can she teach him that?
Will he turn and falter?
Will he shy from grace?
Or does he feel the changing tide,
Taste salt upon his face?
Can he open up his heat to the love that she just found?
Or will he slam the door once more,
Let animosity abound?
See hate and love are brothers,
And silence aids the first.
Can they drink forgiveness?
She’s dying from the thirst.
The Big Man and the Good Man
The big man is proud, arrogant and loud
His way is the shit, his woman’s a bitch
The talk keeps him buoyant like a golden child
He don’t get the point of the miracle mile
Center of the universe he cares for no one else
His money is his power and his game is pure stealth
Pure pumping out the mack while checking his stack
He’s ill with the bills but always checking his back
Can’t ever relax can’t ever be weak
Stone cold eyes never ever may weep
Or only alone with no one there by his side
To ruffle his feathers or question his pride.
To learn and to grow? I know what I know
Thinks he’s got the big gun, always hunting the trig,
Ain’t nothing gonna change that I gotta be big
The Good man is honest gentle and fair
He treats his girls proper and is glad that they’re there
He pays for his kids, loves watching them grow
The more you can learn, the more you will know
Words can be weapons, no need for the hand
He’ll question the world he’s got his own stand
Never ever worried about what somebody’s got
He knows what he is, won’t be what he’s not
He puts on a show for his crew and his boys
But when he comes home there’s none of that noise
It’s sure as hell pure if he’s putting it down
Tells it like it is no fucking around.
He knows that you love like his mama would
Ain’t nothing can beat that they gotta be good.