James McLain Poems

Grammatical complexity the young must have,
To coexist with their imortality.
The young nimble mind, the mind that swells as
Would a wave that crashes upon your rocky shore.
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I was born in the open, hidden in the clouds,
A shadow on the wall, closer to it all,
I came from snow.
To her the one I speak who tried to pry me loose,
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On the cusp of life that one called life,
Youth all shared, shall have it's say;
Open or shut a dying man grows blind.
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How do I know you still love me?
It is summer now, turning to fall and
Blankets of snow now surround me.
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For over ten years
I have posted here under the name of
is it poetry and a few other names now lost
And lost to time
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When you forget me and in the future
I am gone.

So much was by us both left unsaid
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Yes she has been my friend
for over two years..She is yes.
She is buff, real buff to me, she is.
She knows every thing, every thing.
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It is not depression..no it's not..
Your mind it races a thousand miles..
per second never knowing sleep...
..its peace..mental trauma makes
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Running with breath through the moss
I come up along the window of your sight.
You stand there still taught and tight two tips
pressed against my eyes as your Payne.
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This river, runs sweet,
clear, cool and narrow.
It is her banded waist she
wears so like her hair.
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