James Wakelin

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1.

Please silence for the spoken one speaks
but his language is common, overly used
To be left out in the dark
In the cold
...

The trouble with bad is that bad is trouble
I trouble to say that the bad is trouble
Yet the bad and the trouble (like sadness and bubbles)
As often seen on T.V. these days
...

The days will come when we can love the King
His soft voice gently surrounding us
To love the Father and the Son
Would be happiness enough for everyone
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Who knows why they came?
They didn't brave my keep for a drink
they came to provide my sheep with a garden
in which they grew their pleasant plants
...

Green paths lined that eternally festooned
house
it was set on the
brink
...

To be a challenged desire of hope and respect
the tears of rain subside in my youth
To be a bright earthern silk quilt
all done up in a sort of torn, the briefest of seams
...

Poison poison in my veins
it kills the sense of love that was
and then again the newness
once again sprouts its wing.
...

I do
I want
I have
To trust me?
...

So where to now? i ask my question with paramount
concern in my eyes
does fear enter my soul
at the mention of my soul as i dust the sheets of my soul as i
...

walking down the street one day
got into an ugly fight
wouldn't want to tell you more
it was such an ugly sight
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When I was little I cried my tears
alone in my room dying from my
self belief which burned holes in my blankets
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Another incoherent display of affection
though dust falls and settles under rhythms of softly falling snow
the delicate ones don't transfer unfortunate ritulistic transformations
The snow though ankle deep now touching my knees
...

The soul it speaks so soft I let it ramble
It must have its charm to hold
and let go of each feathered word
no dont go to heaven while my feet are cold
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So my names on bill-boards galore
And Ive walked past them on my way to work
Ive suceeded masters into their dust
And Ive increased workers pay to other heights
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Why did I fall in love yesterday
when it should have been a year
and school was out
and childrens love
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A little boy sunburnt in position
crying yet crying
too damaged to come out
briefly touched in Gods way
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Sighed the man with deep conotations
needless to say he wept thoroughly that night
picked himself up next morning
killed his smoke between narrowed lips
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I have a watch it doesnt go
I have a clock that doesnt say so
not many people that I know
tell me what I want to know
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Keep writing keep praying
keep seeking the truth
the diet of life
is the way for the sleuth
...

Open wide thy little star
stare upon the quickened brow
you do design untold calamity
and trusting forth a Roman pearl
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James Wakelin Biography

Hi my name is James. I write poetry for fun or the where the movement takes me. Everyone can write and also read if they desire but you will only find one of you and one of me. Happy writing and best wishes to you all budding 'artists')

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Dark

Please silence for the spoken one speaks
but his language is common, overly used
To be left out in the dark
In the cold
Frank

Quick the quickened do not run
Silence speaks
to deaf ears that hear
And speak words too taught to
hear.

But speak and sound be quiet still
The dark will come the light may be
the dark the light. Heaven!
Respond!
Do quiet look.

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