James McLain Poems

We were all conceived here deep in the woods.
No sun over head dark is the path through the trees.
This is my parents an old point of view,
it is not that they would but they certainly could.
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Nineteenth century market is profit thinking
twenty first century in your face corruption is.
If our American businesses want to move
over seas,
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What is so much worse,
Florida's prisons or it's nursing homes?
There may be some evil inside,
whom do need a job I would equate with hell a cell.
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After the trees are gone.
After the green fades off into brown.
When there is no more air left to breath.
Forget all the colours you've dreaming seen.
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Back and forth through time I have passed
as eternity stretched forth there to see.
While never to know your very own mind.
Whether or not life is worth living for.
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Truthfully when you seek to turn the tables
and the blame is put on the offensive.
Caught up you are doing what to your opponents,
by your lying.
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When the missionaries,
preaching the old world's New Testament
about whether the Bible or God's word is seen clearly.
Even Jesus,
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See how the green vine it grows.
Evening dew, moving so slow
I can't begin to keep pace.
Open petals close,
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The states residents finally fed up, treated a corrupt politition
at the States Capital,
to a full body massage that left him appearing half dead
and gasping for air, kicked to the curb.
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