James McLain Poems

They don't care about your children
being shot.
Twenty five thousand plus lives lost,
each year.
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Most of us scratch our heads when we hear about an incidence of someone being found innocent, despite being convicted of a crime by a jury. We think, “How could the jury have gotten it so wrong? ”
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Start to sing to me.
Like the expanding sky, could I but dream of.
The biggest of stars
if I could but see your brown eyes.
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Elbows on the window sill
my head rests wistfully inside my palms
wondering if I could leave this life
and go live with her.
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When if not it comes to pass.
I wait between twin peaks.
And glory is our living honor gaurd.
All must live not die to be set free.
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We are the combined energy
of all whom came before.
Understanding what we do
is what our minds are for.
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Between the icy stare of fear most share.
The ladder up leads down to pure despair.
Each look we dare to share,
it's ugly head the mouth the tounge,
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Began with the first one dark night.
As she moves in the bed I look past.
Can it be I'm the face on the wall?
Shadows with wings that can talk.
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Does a prune make good wine without grape's?
Though I watch you drink it,
knowing you had a chance at the game you lost.
Historically the story of history,
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Time would often here stand still.
In the cold, old county jail,
in down town Tampa, on Morgan street.
I was after having lost consciousness,
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