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.