James McLain Poems

In Florida's land, where horror's dance,
A tale of darkness, a macabre trance,
Whispers echo through death's domain,
Of botched executions, haunting pain.
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I understand that people
can do such things.
I can not under stand.
Simple the primisia as to why
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Stefanie was lying outside in the back yard
soaking up some sun.
Her yard was private
so she slipped off her top to avoid tan lines.
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The diary of a woman two are mad.
What I want and why I want your dreams.
When you open up your lips
I feel you touching more than tongue.
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Even if it wasn't what I wanted.
Even if it was what you thought.
On the bar stool in the corner where I sat.
Wearing what I wore why I wear it every night.
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In forests deep, we play this childhood game,
Hide and seek, where secrets we reclaim.
Among the trees, we vanish from the light,
In shadows cast, we blend, unseen from sight.
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Alone I am, within my cell, where shadows on the walls are not of me.
Echoes of silence, my only song.
Bound by solitude, in chains unseen,
My thoughts, embraced companions on the walls by none but I are seen.
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Each twist and turn, a challenge to face.
Through valleys low or mountains high,
I'll spread my wings, like birds and fly.
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In the barn's embrace, a cow I spy,
Her udders full, the milk runs high.
With gentle hands, I milk with care,
Each drop collected, a treasure rare.
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In her words of grace, the most handsome man,
With eyes that gleam like stars that shine,
His heart, a canvas of love's embrace,
In every step, his soul she's traced.
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