James McLain Poems

Womans you live...die for it..is as the moon..
..unveiled it weeps..always..yes it's happy.
..It is normals why fight your mind?
..This body..yours as it unwinds the wind..
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We fly on it..gripped by brown hemp..
Rope..as it....drives us up ever higher..
Against sky's..pale..blue eye..two..silk..
Filled hands....slows it down...we swing..
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Every breath..each next it struggles..so..
To best me...I cannot trust..if..it is not..as..
Feet rest upon my chest..pushing down..
My heart squeezes..in vein..blue blood..it..
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Your mask..
my mind..taken..
Wrapped..fingers..
around..my..
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A shadows voice...
low in timber grows..
Between the sheets..
Clears one pond..
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The air...is still..thick..
Heavy..moist..it..moves..
Around...a dropp of water..
That drips from the moss..
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While looking alone
when standing
he watches as the waves
wash it all slowly in and out
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The sad fact is
people aren't smart enough for Democracy to flourish.

The democratic process is predicated upon individual
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It is a hot day and I hate their life.
Topless without looking at all the bimbos in the pool.
Irritation but not from that what you think,
the need to rearrange it bothers me constantly.
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