James McLain Poems

What have I become, those branches on the tree,
unmoving in the breeze.

To see what I have lived and live it not again.
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When I must go to where it then was
Before there was sleep and darkness stretched far
And caught by the wind like leaves living began
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He might present the weakest evidence,
to the grand jury.
Going back to when he began his declaring
himself for the presidency.
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Time has past and the present it's self now stand's still
and from she or he imortal.
Loving you has always been, kinda.
And from the bottom it is that they know of, if really free.
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A man not any man and woman who.
Other's covet what no other has.
Hopelessness has from the start has,
given way my friend.
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Alone without love, without you,
Giving much more than I take.
A word, a breath, such thoughts
Would make but of you.
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When we first met and love was born,
Beneath night's sky and moon.
While up and down the waters drawn,
Upon her breasts I'd lay.
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And at night tucked deep in snow,
Inside asleep, where I am warm.
Inside where I was safe, safe from
The storms.
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They hear from my mouth as I
Suddenly awake.
The nurses nipple hard, the room
Is cold.
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