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Wayne Emerson Tidwell Poem
Creeping madness
on my skin,
fits of cluttered rage.
Stealing sadness
from within,
skipping forward page.
Rusty hinges
on my brain,
feathered pillow see.
Slowly driving
me insane,
broken window flee.
Absent slumber
cloudy days,
withered dreams of plight.
I often wonder
how it weighs,
another sleepless night.
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Farewell to the pubs
the bars and the stores
Farewell to saloons
and the swinging of doors
Farewell to the nights
of stumbling home
Farewell to the fights
that hurt me alone
Farewell to the grip
of the bottle at last
I say to the demons
You can kiss my ass.
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I'm tired of things
Beyond my control
I'm tired of
Brain scattered lies
I'm tired of pain
And chaotic soul
I'm tired of
Sordid disguise
I'm tired of pebbles
Invading my pond
I'm tired of
Seeking to flee
I'm tired so tired
Exausted beyond
I'm tired somewhere
Inside me.
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Wayne Emerson Tidwell Poem
How do I breathe
When the air is so thin
With lungs made of fire
And walls closing in
How do I see
In darkness of night
With eyes made of water
And nothing in sight
How do I love
With sadness and pain
With a heart made of earth
Washed out by the rain
How do I know
That everything's fine
One look at my family
The sun starts to shine.
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Remember the cradle
Respect to the grave
These notions inside
My soul they enslave
Always alone
These values I hold
My fears come to life
The great unwashed fold
The masses have lost
Thier unguided way
With no one to lead
Mankind led astray
Remember the family
Rekindle the flame
Rejoice in the memories
And honor thy name.
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Constantly drooling and begging for more
Existing to sleep and poop on my floor
Patrolling the yard protecting the king
A nap in the shade while birds start to sing
But short is the song like a broken receiver
Ready to pounce the Golden Retriever
Unconditional love best friends from the start
My dogs my children I give you my heart.
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Wayne Emerson Tidwell Poem
My poems are fragile,
please handle with care
Protect them from sunlight,
and people who stare
The paper is brittle,
like parchment of old
The words penned in blood,
speak of nightmares untold
Cradle the stories,
and words of desire
Don't let them wander,
or get close to the fire
Keep them from danger,
and always be fair
My poems are fragile,
please handle with care.
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Wayne Emerson Tidwell Poem
It wasn't meant
To be like this
A tender lie
A broken kiss
Plastic smiles
Lead the way
Flapping jaws
To ruin your day
Corporate henchmen
New endeavor
Golden meadows
Lost forever
Fleeting thoughts of
Peace once yours
It's time to stand
Defend our shores
The patriots heart
Bleeds tried and true
The color of blood
Red, white, and blue.
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Wayne Emerson Tidwell Poem
The smallest of light
In the darkest of rooms
Wickedly still
As nothingness looms
Alone in the glow
Of the flickering light
Trembling hands
Reach out in the night
Frozen in fear
When darkness is all
Leaving the light
Means risking a fall
Desperate for change
Not wanting to stay
Pick up the candle
To light up your way.
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Just when I thought
that I knew the way
A fork in the road
a glitch in my day
Forced to examine
the roads up ahead
Not knowing for sure
a feeling of dread
The longer I stand
to ponder the trail
The further away
the ship seems to sail
One step forward
then maybe another
One foot it goes
in front of the other
Vital is not
the path that you choose
But stopping too long
your destined to lose.
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