Long Torcher Poems
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In life we find thrill, chills and vains of nerve
Dreams of believers as high as sky eyes
Like climbing mountain, loose stone, slide to
next grab
We stumble, occasional knee drop to ground
Inside, is it emotion controls ego edge for living
A complex molecule structure pumped by blood red heart
A spirit, does it live that even in death existence remains
Even in life you can not kill what is not human
Only the form you take its dust returns to earth
Soul so alike, its change can be wicked
We battle way's of past, looking for peace in mankind
Does it exist or just mere idealistic thought
That even our creation has baffled centuries long
Wars, famine, still in hopes like guinea pigs
Our own living deadly to revolution to the stars
What is it thrives the being except its last breath
Fake hope of possibilities you can't take with you
Passed down to next and next forgotten and buried
What is it we live but that we live life to fullest
That our print be remembered generations to come
What is it that we are but our own example we lead
Struggle of realities truth quickens thirst for death
Prolonged agony of the being, torcher not always seen
Only in you the being, to be or not; that is the question
I’ve been having nightmares every
night.
They seem so real and It’s extremely
hot and I feel trapped and I can't
breathe.
But each time my torcher ends when
I hear bells and alarms ringing in the
distance.
I’m no longer a rookie this is my se-
cond year and love what I do.
People often refer to me a as a hero
but I’m no hero I’m a coward.
I’m terrified of my job and don’t think I
can go on like this.
I am a firefighter who is spooked by fire.
My team went in response to a fire last
week, and it was a normal routine.
But this in particular fire was out of
control. And it had a mind of its own.
I froze and I was terrified and my life
flashed before my eyes.
The only life that I wanted to save was
my own.
Now does that sound like a hero or a
coward?
Inspired by a drama series called Station 19
It's a spin off from Grey’s Anatomy
7-28-19
Alexis Y.
Color is red, yellow, blue, pink, rainbow
across sky scape
Is black and white, only thing separate
white man from rest race
Where does hatred start against that
is not dominant
Many race scattered islands, Columbus
Idea to new world
Existing world European strip native born
Slavery or man authority to wealth is seek
Where we find ourselves better than that
sleep's gutter
Wealth of a nation broken down poverty levels
Benefit to life is to breath the price you pay
Life to the man, material way high living
Kings of whips my gash deeply bleeds
Even my own to survive old wars ashe skies
Can we not be free without chains rattle steps
Clocks of time ticking civilization existence
White out cover black while it's color brings
darkness depths
Describe as the pain, torcher of famine death
Is a man what they represent to be or lying soul
behind which evil presence lurking
Blood still red, stop heart and we all dead
Forget not colors fought in death as
one's have your back
Good and bad in each race that breathes
Color new world, isn't beauty in eye of beholder
Have a heart, not a mind of misconception
You have right to remain silent in depths
We search salvation to realities realistic
What gives us right be free in destructive manor
We expect shouting oppression others flourish
Our priorities not of which beliefs was lead
But emptiness of our hearts lose its being
Lost in world form society dignity falls wayside
Who are we except the picture you paint
With water color running like blood veins
Wasn't law it be kill em' all, let God sort
Hard believe, creator; where did it all start
Centuries old galaxy manipulative minds brain washed
Teaching words great concept since dawn's time
You twist and dismiss to satisfy your need
Trying free dramatized torcher being you become
Running from your own demon darkness feeds
Without law, how do I mold this ghost I breath
Except quietness exist taking me to nowhere
What is love the heart beats except war zone
Perfection is success achievable to desirable need
Pursuit of peace, must change oneself initiative objective
Okay be different as he was we bleed same color
I stand right breathe you strip my colors in hatred
Southern pride, tread lightly, we kill out of love
While you kill life before you which thrive thirst
Death, faded memory to nothing
Emptiness bares the skin's reflected pain
Eyes of the soul's depths
Pains torcher drives its fiery
Personality rage to desire temptation
What is a soul except its being
Buried beneath the dirt fields
Where which that comes from the sun feeds
Heart to feel such anguish emotion
Like salt to a wound the burn
The faded soil, winters toll
Reality withering improvisation of dreams
A simpler love for life's ambition
Sourness of the wind crinkle still
Life's storm, space traveler amongst us
In another place, where we are
Not ourselves but somebody, something
What drives this beast out darkness
So loved am I who walks light
That its deception perceives me
Where in my depths I hide feeling
My heart wicked to minds perceptive
Or in our own thought one breathes
Reflection, stillness within life gives warmth
Aspire dreamer to what one is to be
This world is a lonely place full of phony fakes drug addicts killers and pedophiles and those who rape
lowly snakes who pretend to smile but only chase the dollar signs coz that cash really motivates
there's alot of good people in this world too but there's too many sick little girls and little boys true
I saw a show a five year old was on his death bed his parents were beside themselves but not once did he get scared
He just stared at his mum while she said prayers said don't worry mummy I'll just play in heaven til you get there
and that was hard to hear coz heaven
there is probably none only hell on earth
When kids die before their lifes begun
How can god decide that a child's time has come when a rock spider gets to live until he's ninety one
But then if heavens real the child gets eternal life
But so does the pedophile all he has to do is turn to Christ
This world is beautiful humans are disgusting
Adults too cynical children too trusting
Religion's misleading
governed by corruption
Catholic church supports child abuse
Because they touch kids
We take for granted how we were born and raised
With health care overseas theres babies born with aids
And there's no money for the treatment so they are forced to pray
But there's cash for ak's and they can afford grenades
And in parts of the world they still torcher slaves and force young girls to marry
way before the age
Of consent all becoz the parents formed a trade sold her innocence to the highest
Bidder and were already paid