James Wakelin Poems

When I was little I cried my tears
alone in my room dying from my
self belief which burned holes in my blankets
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Another incoherent display of affection
though dust falls and settles under rhythms of softly falling snow
the delicate ones don't transfer unfortunate ritulistic transformations
The snow though ankle deep now touching my knees
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The soul it speaks so soft I let it ramble
It must have its charm to hold
and let go of each feathered word
no dont go to heaven while my feet are cold
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So my names on bill-boards galore
And Ive walked past them on my way to work
Ive suceeded masters into their dust
And Ive increased workers pay to other heights
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Why did I fall in love yesterday
when it should have been a year
and school was out
and childrens love
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A little boy sunburnt in position
crying yet crying
too damaged to come out
briefly touched in Gods way
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Sighed the man with deep conotations
needless to say he wept thoroughly that night
picked himself up next morning
killed his smoke between narrowed lips
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I have a watch it doesnt go
I have a clock that doesnt say so
not many people that I know
tell me what I want to know
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Keep writing keep praying
keep seeking the truth
the diet of life
is the way for the sleuth
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Open wide thy little star
stare upon the quickened brow
you do design untold calamity
and trusting forth a Roman pearl
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