James McLain Poems

We can never take it back,
What we said
Or what we did, so we cry.
True regrets,
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Before I was born you were made.
Expanding,
In and out to a place not yet there.
And yet sleep when it comes, will
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I long to be what I was, happy and free.
You know the happy stuff, if happy you ever were.
Dreams you had when you wer't young,
to Young to have a dream and die in it.
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Moving my hand I rub on the silk,
that covers the face I can feel.
Pulled as far up and then again down,
her eye's open wide as it pops.
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Though I have died I lived and alive
I would be greeted by the dead.
The grass should be green as it rains,
and how it feels,
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A thousand times he said, himself he had.
Fifty four, robbed our mother blind I think,
at eight one
now suffers severe post tramtic syndrome and
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Pierced the pine begins to weep,
it is hot
the thick sap wells up,
over the sides of the bark it it thick.
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Surrounded by peace on four sides,
each night, I rise up to face the moon.
Here where we each night can meet,
the waves, the wind the sound of the sea.
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Youth and it's melody,
Moving as the wind they dance and play.
Her beauty and his grace their claim to fame,
And their candle it burns hot for them today.
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