James Edwards Poems

I sit, and start to study
The art of the body
But what I found is
Unmotivated
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As I write this,
I am drowning into the night
My eyes are seducing
My brain to flight.
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The dawn was arising,
as my toes gently graced the land
which the buffalo grazed.
The shade of the tall trees
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'You, who do you hate? '
'What? '
'Who do you hate? '
'No one'
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I would like my child to ask me
A question for which I do not know.
So I can reply
With Great pride
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The words were stolen.

As the bindless book begged for boundaries
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For every one person
Has a mind of two,
And whether he listen
Both he choose.
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Tonight I should be dreaming
But the water’s much too fast
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It was the night after
Destruction abroad
Three large claps
From The Reaper’s applaud.
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This story was written, but not on pages
Told by the lost of the wasted ages.
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