Long Torturer Poems

WOMEN ...

Truly amaze me ... they possess the super-human
strength to birth a child - one of the most painful
and demanding physical and emotional feats of end-
urance known to our species - yet they have the
self-confidence...

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Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss
Collaboration with Kurt Ravidas

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting that fall from its narrow ledge,
in the midst of ravenous rage and great...

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Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss 
Collaboration with Robert J. Lindley 

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting that fall from its narrow ledge,
in the midst of ravenous...

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It is gone forever now, a swirling mote of dust, 
  above the hills and fields, memorial fleck of dying love, 
vanishing from tear swept sight, away from the world, 
  oh how...

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I desperately want to fall apart
Yet something keeps me going
And the role of a martyring heart
Is not something I wanted knowing.

To me you opened up infinity of topics,
The bowl of pleasure you filled up.
I didn't...

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When the lights turn off, 
what do you see?
Do you see your future? Your past? Your here and now?
What do you hear?
Do you hear the loved? The hated? The lost and forgotten?
What do you feel?
The...

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1.
Yesterday night,
To the shrilling winds of history I listened to,
Telling me tales from centuries past, 
Horrifying stories of hate, suffering, and 
Distraction 
Of killings unending 
Of tortures untold 
Of pain unimaginable
Of rivers of blood 
Of...

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I dwell in desolation, damned in a fathomless abyss.
What sin have I committed to live a life such as this?
Without a window I cannot gaze upon stars above.
What hope is there for me to ever...

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THE ROSE IN THE DESERT

Days dragging with patches of memories of unhappy infancy
You fell on me as rain in hot summer
A traveler in desert sans company has no dreams of paradise
But collage of thoughts of...

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Our Children

What is going on, on this decade today?
It seems that our children are being abused
and murdered more and more each day. Our 
children that we are suppose to love, protect
and care for are not.

What...

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time is just a jumbled chord
that rings out 
  high above 
           then falls

          ...

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Aeonia! Eve! whoever now you may be... what was it he (they) wanted of you ever to be? 

   "Bewitching WENCH!"- dare ye tempt the virtues of virtuous men!
Words turned to black sludge...

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I shiver upon the verge,
clinging desperately to a bough
that heaves with its last goodbye.
A chasm bellows sharp below,
with cadence of dying shades -
a wind of gold and ruin.

The wind laments, a shrewd torturer,
lashing me against...

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A walk of freedom from the dark days of suffering,
The yoke shattered as the sun shines on his dusty face,
Once Slaved to his fellow man for integument difference.
The toil of his endless slavery accompanied by...

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Scarlet scars 
                    like flowers 
          ...

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Waiting is the greatest pain, 
Though most of me remains slain; 
Legs propped up on iron heaters, 
In my mouth spins an egg beater- 

Roughly, duct tape holds it there, 
Wrapped around my crimson hair- 
Holding in the spinning end, 
Tearing so...

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You, scattered in the fragments 
of a smashed mirror. Reflecting youth 
and within your gloom torn eyes
shows the loss; bound by the sweet hatred 
of love. 

Love, oh! How pure and captivating 
your soul is...

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After undergoing all kinds of known tortures
a prisoner closed his eyes with a heart-lending cry.

The torturer who witnesses the dying prisoner
was so frustrated because he couldn’t induce 
any wanted information from the prisoner.

He kicked the...

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The frosty is the heart
Is all the blood,
As if there is any!
The chilling flame of an evil,
Erupts and soaks.

The love is lost,
The lunge of an eroded part
Passes and squawks

A new angel, sent the God
Erotic and...

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White coat, blue mask, optical
eye staring intently at me as I sat,
motionless.
Sterilized instruments of torture gleamed
at me in the pristine tray.
Numbed, knowing I was losing
a little more of myself,
I was helpless as this seemingly
normal human
was...

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Who are you? this bringer of misery,
What nerve you have to invade my life!
Who told you to come?...not I!
Did someone send you to infect me?
You're not wanted here...yet you persist,
You have me at your mercy,
And...

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we’ll call you hades, 
and call me persephone, 
but you won’t call me. 

we’ll call you the torturer,
call me the victim. 

and then we’ll call this love. 

we’ll call this love while you force feed...

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Mr. Darcy's Sleepless Night
by Sara L. Russell 2005

Elizabeth! All heaven breathes the name
Whereon abject desire became impaled!
Whose accusations cast me into shame;
So difficult to please - and I have failed.

To have been roundly hated from...

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Most days I’m basking in sweet Yellow’s hue.
Despite some woes, I often do okay.
Perhaps I’ll fret or feel a little Blue.
But even then, I search for just one ray
of sunshine! Other colors visit me.

From time...

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Gentle steps of night,
Creep so slowly in thy fear,
A candle shining bright,
A glisten of her tear.

Shadows shown what lies ahead,
Morose in all thy icy morn,
Till the falling night of dread,
Glimmer pale her adorn.

Hopes expire,
With meaning...

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