James McLain Poems

when I 'ear soft lips,
at my ear,
severing the hair within,
I become,
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I know now what freedom is like.
The fresh perfumed breeze I am caught.
To see the red planet so far,
when venus her mon's bright the star.
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Being a member of this harmonious landscape and your existence.
Innate consciousness of ethics,
or for some is provided training for the spiritual life.
It should be observed as long as one is subconsciously alive.
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Gone I once was with the wind in the South
back to a time when then as a child I once was,
here where we lived time stood still.
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Walking underneath the peer, always on my mind
by beauty queens all lined up,
in rows like ducks, and i smile, they smile back.
the sort,
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Can even my one lesson,
Taught by you be different again.
Over and over a green board of white chalk.
Words once small,
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Is it not obvious to you, by now.
I was some place else, Out There.
A place where all milk, is tainted.
Being even among the simplest of 'Men'
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