James McLain Poems

I cry O god in poetry heaven for all the sins
of the weany worms
whom sloth in squalor
O lord my cries you ignore while I languish
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Shifting mountain dunes of where I lay
none heard the plea
tearfully made I
ask of thee.
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i paid...
to have my oil..
changed today....
and rest now..
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Many days floated away, as the cherries
fell, and so the heart of the tree grew hollow,
and but for the sun and all the black robes
of the sky and the stars, were hurried past.
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With my mother's stolen wine
I toast to the end of the world,
inside I'm climbing
a tree in the dark
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When the system becomes out dated
due to the moral corruption of it's judicial officer's
of this country's people and the investigative
process through the psychological
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To deeply entrenched
in corruption
because their cronies
will blackmail them
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To mantain the age old threat to the stability of the social order
and when all the Young people
whom don't believe in your God are evil, immoral,
dropping a theistic religion you never had any faith in.
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