James McLain Poems

It is not depression..no it's not..
Your mind it races a thousand miles..
per second never knowing sleep...
..its peace..mental trauma makes
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The moon feigns a sigh..
Moons high lights shine..
Rose..moon over pond..
Moon sleeps with moon...
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From the window, drifts
two voices, one is soft,
the other much deeper.
The deep voice, seems
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Past midnight,
the ever green moves
in some Strong,
caricature's dance.
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My gaze turns
towards the moons..
Pale blue light,
as I swim through
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Right from the start,
why did you hide your face.
You turned from the sky,
with your heart,
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In the middle of the room
the hand moves so slowly.
The petals open for years
rich in tears by the window
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Yes and i smelled once the rose;
and dew drops fell as wet rain..
and i am bold...
and straight to the heart...
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Womans you live...die for it..is as the moon..
..unveiled it weeps..always..yes it's happy.
..It is normals why fight your mind?
..This body..yours as it unwinds the wind..
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We fly on it..gripped by brown hemp..
Rope..as it....drives us up ever higher..
Against sky's..pale..blue eye..two..silk..
Filled hands....slows it down...we swing..
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