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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; deluge</title>
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		<title>The slashing, slashing</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cistern]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[deluge]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[jail]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mortar]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[prison]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[shaft_of_light]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I refuse to be locked up by these steely bars that steal dreams of any joy, it&#8217;s dim down here grasping for shadows in the dark, these walls are nice sometimes&#8211;they limit, provide warmth for my doubt to fester, for nothing satisfies, can I smile!? laugh? hurt&#8211;feeling real only when I cry, am I supposed [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I refuse to be locked up by these steely bars<br />
that steal dreams of any joy,<br />
it&#8217;s dim down here grasping for shadows in the dark,<br />
these walls are nice sometimes&#8211;they limit,<br />
provide warmth for my doubt to fester,<br />
for nothing satisfies, can I smile!? laugh?<br />
hurt&#8211;feeling real only when I cry,<br />
am I supposed to chuckle?</p>
<p>but I heard water the other day,<br />
distant, but a roaring deluge,<br />
I don&#8217;t know how to swim!<br />
as the water rushes in,<br />
deep in this dark cistern</p>
<p>to the thigh&#8211;to the nose,<br />
I can&#8217;t touch, my neck extends,<br />
forced to turn to float&#8211;<br />
splashing&#8211;slashing the water<br />
to grasp the slick brick<br />
where the missing mortar fell,<br />
so long ago&#8211;</p>
<p>rising, rising,<br />
I&#8217;m slashing, slashing,<br />
as the well fills,<br />
I spill out upon the muddy ground,<br />
the clouds clear,<br />
a shaft of light,<br />
blinds me.<br />
Will I burn?</p>
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		<title>In Your bottle</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[High School]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bearable]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[compassion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[deluge]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[empathy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[struggle]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[succumb]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[You keep my tears in your bottle Recording every drop on paper. A deluge of hope in me Saturating my struggle With compassion and empathy. It&#8217;s easier to hate this pain Than love the causes of my cries For mercy. You make them bearable So I don&#8217;t succumb To my fears.]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You keep my tears in your bottle<br />
Recording every drop on paper.<br />
A deluge of hope in me<br />
Saturating my struggle<br />
With compassion and empathy.<br />
It&#8217;s easier to hate this pain<br />
Than love the causes of my cries<br />
For mercy.<br />
You make them bearable<br />
So I don&#8217;t succumb<br />
To my fears.</p>
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