James McLain Poems

i cannot be you, i can only see through you, into you.
i see what you do, with her, with him, your self, on me.
i see you from the package, you never used, until now
abused to cut, into me, when the splash, is you, in her.
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i look at the window, the curtains move in
an airless room, deja vi the feeling in it's self
always new, when i think this thought that i think in you.
what is it, that makes it you, you thinking of me watching
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The tree is a soft pillow,
against my back,
after the picnic,
tooth pick dangles,
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I heard moon, heavenly sing...
Enthrall paper translucent runs.
is is cup passed on it's openly sea..
lips open sing praise, trip it so..
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Follows hill it speaks to,
for ever does sun rise, it never sets in you.
Many are the bluffs in whites,
red, tow brown, it's yellow, wings to shelter.
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Could you please, if now and when
you think of me, tell me what to do?

I am if like one of you
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Many are brutally traumatized, even more by those whom
have sworn to protect them.
To properly heal these individuals they need safety and
psychological attention.
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None to me would I call
my fall would be heavy
filled with pain
bones breaking to use you
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With two suns every thing
is twice as nice to see
two birds two bees
two I died and went to heaven
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Going about my daily bread
leaving a trail of crumbs
this sausage swoops down
stirring the ground leaving
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