James Mazalic Poems

Perched on a bar stool
Statuesque and proud
Her long legs a flashing
Posing for the crowd
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When we die
they lay us deep
friends and family
come to weep
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You think you know reality
But that’s not true at all
What might be true, or not be true
Just shadows on the wall
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Two monks walked
a muddy path
to a mountain stream
waiting there, in great despair
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I want to hold your hand
I want to squeeze you tight
I want to love you honey
with all my might
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Never love a drama queen
I know that fact for sure
If you try to change them
You’ll find that there’s no cure
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Jacob saw the world
with all its misery and pain
he called upon his god
and asked him to explain
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I’m just a hopeless romantic
This I admit
No matter the adversities
I never quit
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Who am I,
sometimes I wonder,
a sunny day or approaching thunder
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What to Do

What to do, what to do
If not me, why not you
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