James McLain Poems

When you are alone in the quiet,
Dusk has fled dawn is gone.
Hearing a mote of dust settle down
All around you like your lover's arms.
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When youth clashes with old age
Being young their brain is on fire
While in old age with but a few exceptions
The light is to bright and judgement
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So you want to be a poet it is harder
Than the ego that you try to hide.
To feel you are being overlooked and
Yes ignored.
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You! The me, from I then you it took.
It has all the love and the lonely nights,
all the all of terror and the desire, to knock from you. You!
The me and look it has all the constrictions and the dreams,
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How long must one live a life unlived
Before one must sell out to live?
Can one live to only live without the
Means to live?
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I, A Man Well Knows distress.
Every thing and heavy expectations,
steady, slow and strong each day.
Her distant sun, His destiny as one.
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Few can read what they wrote carved in stone
It's still there.
Most was lost in the great fire of Alexandria.
Penmanship is useless for want of paper and
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and even as your 'teacher' watches 'you'
and your each drop that falls on me, your rain.
and i am tired and i am thirsty and it's only just apart.
and we are, as we now are, it is love and it is art.
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And now I musnt get sick or ill
In my old age.
I fumble in my bag for reading
Glasses.
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And when voices have no say.
We go away,
to other places where we learn to play.
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