James McLain Poems

After the glitter fades, my dress it's hem.
To bend but never break in the strong wind,
And forward time will move and leave us there.
She hurries past us both and she is talking,
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I struggled with the old and with the new.
I struggled,
Through the dreams where you were you.
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I dream in color, I'm not sorry it's red,
My ability to change and control.
For those that have gone, I'm glad I'm alive,
Even if but yet still for a while.
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The snapping turtle grabs it,
If ever one you've seen or gladly felt.
The bud that has yet to be, a man in her
Last life gay or man.
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They kill the teacher's and free thinker's first,
Then censor that which you write.
All the things by which as a society, we are judged.
Unable to evolve,
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From the womb to the tomb and all in between,
Acts of good and of evil made from choice.
Personal love unseen by those not yet in love,
Have not yet opened their heart to he or she the other.
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Children crying
Here not there though there
It is as well.
What we think of in secret
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She swims in a pool that's next to the sea,
Her place by the sea without me.
The moon it is bright and full in the sky,
And rests on the tip of a tree.
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Together we watched a certain one,
With ears that no one has.
The scarlet plains have hid from us our eyes.
From those very hands that changed the sky.
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From the bottom of a dream,
reaching out to you.
To it you give much thought when,
one is awake.
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