Is It Poetry
Biography of Is It Poetry
Being from Tampa Florida,
and I know now that all of you can.
I am James McLain
the father of my daughter and like some of you
and being tall and true and as such,
a tree a bush, and all those other lovely southern words
we each and each is us, we make and still of thought we use and think when making sufferance to the other, each being we meet each day and my/your could this be and day it is.
Will you confess to a crime you did not do?
I am a progressive red neck.
But then most are not.
I enjoy creating poetry and writing on everything about you and I that one can.
I used to like trying to write the law, but a few of the laws concerning me have changed so often that as those same laws helped create such panic and fear trauma in hearts of family in part, that I will not make mention of small lives broken obviously; so then, it is not a law.
Laws are meant to protect not destroy, it is that my unlearned opinion.
When of that it was written to cause such wide spread presumption of fear, when it does not appear, then it's
your mind they have numbed, and theirs yours is then off again of.
and It concerns you, us the all.
Kick them out, you can vote, I dislike cowards whom hide behind others to get what they want.
Applied force under any pretense is simple coercion to obtain one's an end, broken down made thus
is immoral or amoral
under any application when one person knows and the other one doesn't.
That is the law of the land.
I like speaking on many subjects, subjectively, such as politics and real life experiences including the horrors I’ve seen that have happened to myself and others. I will try to speak of things most are afraid to and may even loose their job. Forensic psychiatrists can be paid to say whatever you want. Life to me seems like one long experiment, although the ocean helps the journey, as I love to swim and explore the sea life, catch & eat most often, is yours a saw cutting interesting?
I feel the arts are important and history. What little I know I have taught myself through Moore books that my friend and his wife bought me.
Editing and punctuation can sometimes be my weak points, depending on how you read it, I just lovenly love to, just because I must and some like her understand this because you write as well, deep as it is that you find you are and I know you now Grace is lined flowing as rivers of ink even deeper.
The sciences are more than Steven Hawkins...isn't he moore than star dust and still you like that he is forever, beings facing the sea are fascinating.
If some of what I say makes your ears burn, do not run away, and know that I know you still are, and can’t even try turning away, smile. Though if words like the tree hides the moon when love and green the bush…concealed in white clouds…causes you harm, you may need to seek out the professional, country council woman with a PhD. If you think I have traumatized you, be aware that I have no civil rights, which obviously means…To those who think people are just numbers…057512…If you have not figured out your own issues, go in peace. Otherwise, do not hold me back, please pray. I am still Ameri-Can. I would beg your pardon, and try and try and try. What is it like to vote…Do you take it for granted?
What is it like to have civil rights?
I used to lie when I was younger, I even stole.
It is so much simpler now not having to and yes,
to enjoy the surroundings wherever I go.
Perhaps in the end it’s all we have, credibility, lost, then found.
If you wish to help me, the more I can help others.
If you think something may sound better, I'm open to suggestion, just give it a shot.
I am still an Ameri-Can.
Is the American dream just a fantasy?
One must keep in their head until it becomes your reality? Are not all things possible to all.
Gather me up unto you, If you are close I will come and.
is it poetry
Is It Poetry Poems
...................she is afraid, he is ...
She is he, and he is She. The two, now lost, loves heart.
It Is Hard Being Smart
i must hide it) lost in it(s mind.. and try not to offend those.. whom are so much... more smarter.. and so very deep..as I sleep...
Through The Old Oak Tree
A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive. The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log and complicated cover which I lowered)
You ask me what am I thinking when I look inside you and you see me looking through you, as if I thought. And how in the beginning, it was a point of issue in
' My Heart Is Heavy'
From the center of my heart, your many lost songs. From the heart of one single tear. I am lost like you both apart, one is beating. Gone from our gentle childhood.
i want 'too die' a simple death
i want too die a simple death; still i can not but tell.. battle field or hospital... and when again i look..
she is afraid, it is tired.
Wherever you are.. It is..there.. and now you're afraid.. It is..tired...
Day By Day
A little eye not made by man. All woman seem to have. Available to none our honey bees. Clinging to my window butterflies.
a 'Girl' and Now
Lost Girl and Now in the woods, and that which you hug is the tree. You can not stretch them, Full around it, while upward and down ward amazed.
A spell, a well soaked rag
is it wicked of me if i
is it wicked of me if i; buy a peach and it's too soft and ripe. what if after words it does what you thought it would do and then it well, just might.
................'Black Robed The Bench A...
Huddled poor the masses, did you say, not I. Whirlpools hide the dragon and it's eye. Needles would I thread upon one point. Before the Gavel falls, I'd hear your allocution.
Upon Your Shore
This world of both i know my dreams, you dream. They are gone off there into one blue horizon.
hidden in a smile the you the why..
hidden in a smile the you the why It is safe.. It is the safest place... It is the safest place it knows in which too hide and cry.
Lid To My Box *
Round beveled square to a frame
bearing hues fading of dreams
maker in such crafted long ago
for whom but a guess many
names but few for the
wearer of the seal meant for me
not for you.