James McLain Poems

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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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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It is filled with only the fattest roses..
always in bloom..always blushed...
always running to cling to the..boss..
Is he not so spruced as Bruce...to goose?
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Mother..show me..ok..
how do we feel to see inside
of this cool soft wind?
I clutch to your clingy..mother..
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Running with breath through the moss
I come up along the window of your sight.
You stand there still taught and tight two tips
pressed against my eyes as your Payne.
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This river, runs sweet,
clear, cool and narrow.
It is her banded waist she
wears so like her hair.
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Master Li Po..?
Why do all the flowers
puff and swell when the
hummings bird comes
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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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My gaze turns
towards the moons..
Pale blue light,
as I swim through
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