Walter C. Edwards Poems

A Long night to a pilgrim,
and a lonely eye,
a vision to a questioning mind,
Gods temple,
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Strip me down,
to my essence,
right to my bones,
heart beating,
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With all the knowledge I have learned,
I am framed by who I am,
a wheel that no longer turns,
frozen by my flesh,
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Turning my head as I leave the long line again,
a blockade surrounds us all around,
no bread, no milk, no eggs,
long gas lines, wits on the end,
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Heal my soul and my scared arms,
from this storm damaged life,
torn apart right out of my guts,
spilling down my legs and onto the floor.
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Dark energies mass,
burnt out fision and gas,
solar storms and galixes spirle,
way would suns, in denile,
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I hear, I listen,
but I feel no one else is,
There are times people,
Are In there bubble lives,
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Squiggly V is the mask defender,
from the forces of the goddess,
of the desirers that tempest,
he is the crusader,
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When the door closed,
she was there waiting,
in the motel room,
I do not know how,
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On my death bed lay dying,
will I be remember,
to think of it as a life’s regret,
don’t forget that I held you,
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