James McLain Poems

It's not the meat around it,
Dog's don't complain.
Why does God?
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Then there you are in the soft rain,
Every thing smells new all around you.

As the fish in the pond swim all around me,
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Is to get my ideas into main stream Media before the rest
on
mental illness, global warming
new ideas on education,
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Before me walks this a shadow.
Is it yours.
I can not come to close too say.
Crossing over from where
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Three point three million miles may
Sound far away,
But that's how close we came to being
Struck by an asteroid the other day.
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What have you given that I've taken away?
A mixture of pain like feelings that way.
Once we experienced, feeling's of heaven.
We were childlike and happy, yes even glad-hearted.
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No one wants to sleep in this bed but some must.
The state has a taste for pasty death.
Witnesses testified as much and so they should.
Pale well fed better than some on the streets.
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The low throaty dissonant rumblings.
Bestirs a bush of sharp tiny thorns.
The green leaves in shadows form,
as the humid air,
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Hear our living voice,
grow silent still.
The day grows light,
then dark the Devil's will.
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Elbows on the window sill
my head rests wistfully inside my palms
wondering if I could leave this life
and go live with her.
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