James McLain Poems

I did not know what to expect.
Being brought into this level seven prison.
Union correctional institution,
called the rock.
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Over the sound,
the sound the waves made.
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The cherry blossoms bloom, the misty rain.
I can not be free, unless all really are!
And my music from the lute, you lured me out.
The mountain tops above the clouds the sea.
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Human rights reserved I board that ship.
Grinning skulls white before you loose your breath.
Rising horses reaching hooves strike down.
Smooth bore muskets shredding flesh cry out.
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Longer than time itself, time it seems.
I awaited word any kind of word.
As those moments of truth out weight sorrow.
New leaves budding unfurled in spring.
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Summer's fall pink petals around me
do you still see green the lost blue sea
does he even know she still loves him.

I will if you can't understand him
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This list of things no one does.
1. when you wipe your butt,
how do you know when there's nothing on the window.
2. when you pick your nose,
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Her eyes are the darkest
Smouldering, smokey dark brown eyes.
Taller than most she is wise.
To be in a hurry you must be.
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Loud knocks at night in your wall.
Having your legs spread open.
Wider than two arms can end to end go.
Full bodied shadow see through apperations.
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I see her ever smiling face.
Aloft I hold a flag.
The fruit she sells.
It keeps us all alive.
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