James McLain Poems

Remember life from death.
Death is what will survive,
people come to leave it better.
Better than we are born into this world.
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Giving into it, is very bad, bad by name, names are by some very bad.
Plyths poem, Daddy, is it, well unlike her I am, am I?
Attracted to it and can I handle it, like her endings, all is swell.
It is, however, spoken of as to no end by some whereby,
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Go upwards and hearafter.
Purrs are more likely to come during the great storm.
Most of the time
during before and sometimes each wave after.
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Death is this our last race.
How do we move from this place,
am I next do you dream?
Moving from one point in between to the next?
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In defense of small children, priced to pay.
Unsuspecting children, what price must be paid.
To pay such a price they now pay.
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Lookouts chaff the ocean and the sea,
beyond the shore of hope.
Cloud-like smoke it wafts and drifts away.
Waves that stain each reaching soul,
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But here they are here, it's not.
They are they still here ago.
Some other places you can see can not be.
Cast aside reason and logic.
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Poverty is independent!
Is there entertainment in the bondage of?
Every where it is found in abundance.
One is poor or rich as knowledge flows.
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Any man, by breastfeeding the women more than once,
breast milk for one child and she, his uddered other.
Her husband through breast milk to his brother,
was caught breastfeeding by his sister the other woman is.
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Nothing ever made is like a book.
To take the world away.
Nor any corners that you turn,
are like a well worn page.
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