James McLain Poems

Hired out Bird's.
What they see is your everything.
Lovers lane in the head lights.
Unconsciously,
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Nostradamus,
was unaware of our technology.
Leonardo di set Piero da Vinci,
had more than most, his ideas.
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Where I could not except for the list you were on.
Dark days behind, we could not justly speak of,
and in common our time in prison, insightfull of other's.
Reliving each day their ghosts remain behind life's curtain.
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Now it ceased to hurt me go.
Here alone It shows.
The shadows kept my secret.
That only night should know.
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Philosophy,
self taught in the art of war.
The dawn of new strategic implications.
As did one Alexander the Great.
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During my life I have watched.
Bound I have been by your hands.
Where rivers can not now run wild.
You have you seen whats above,
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How long as it was, I did not ask why she waited,
each heart beat away I can't say.
Where she came from a field full of grass,
trees that are not cut or being wet dry rotted.
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French fries, one big Mac, a small diet coke.
Pop eyes, two piece with a biscuit, chicken dinner.
Manic depression, deep loneliness.
I will do many things you never thought of.
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Atypical is the guy, boy or man.
Harry or not, without question.
: -)
Very convincing is the way they can talk about men.
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Whichever which one was the fartherest,
I picked that one.
They have the right to know who you are.
Connected by the cord of hope, you are the right one.
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