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Chris Garcia Poem
They sell us lies,
Feed us death,
Shows us lives,
That we cannot get,
Mock our style,
But help us dress,
To promote control,
And slowly compress,
Our creative minds,
That stays depressed,
Possessed,
By the grotesque,
Rapist,
We call our government,
Stealing our souls,
For the fun of it,
Killing us off,
While we transmit,
Man-made viruses,
To countries,
That we consider ****,
While we commit,
Mass murder On the mass media,That
promotes censorship,
Blind to the fact,
That we caused all of this,
Blind to the fact,
That our freedom of speech,
Is as useless as a deaf,
Dumb,
And Blind,
65,Year old mistress,
That thinks Jesus was a narcissist.
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Chris Garcia Poem
The power lines,
Hovers,
Over the house of mine,
And sometimes,
I have dreams about being them,
The power lines to be exact,
Because those power lines have no problem being silent,
Quiet,
In the night,
No problem providing energy,
Both positive and negative,
Without being seen,
Through the sight,
Of the civilians,
That roam the night,
Carelessly,
With the dreams,
That is different from mine,
Since all they dream about,
Is being the sky.
Copyright © Chris Garcia | Year Posted 2011
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Chris Garcia Poem
My love can never go,
Nor be able to show,
A Heart that cant grow.
Copyright © Chris Garcia | Year Posted 2011
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Chris Garcia Poem
They sell us lies,
Feed us death,
Shows us lives,
That we cannot get,
Mock our style,
But help us dress,
To promote control,
And slowly compress,
Our creative minds,
That stays depressed,
Possessed,
By the grotesque,
Rapist,
We call our government,
Stealing our souls,
For the fun of it,
Killing us off,
While we transmit,
Man-made viruses,
To countries,
That we consider ****,
While we commit,
Mass murder,
On the mass media,
That promotes censorship,
Blind to the fact,
That we caused all of this,
Blind to the fact,
That our freedom of speech,
Is as useless as a deaf,
Dumb,
And Blind,
65,
Year old mistress,
That thinks Jesus was a narcissist.
Copyright © Chris Garcia | Year Posted 2012
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Chris Garcia Poem
The flowers are some shade of pink,
I couldn't really grasp the exact color because I was in a rush to get them to you,
I didn't want that color,
I wanted the color blue,
Because I really don’t love you,
Like that,
I see you as a person I can talk to you,
Not a person that I can lay next to,
I want to break up with you,
I don’t have the courage to so,That’s why now,
I’m sitting next to you and your pink flowers,
Wishing that I have powers,
To change myself to someone that is not a coward.
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Chris Garcia Poem
The corruption,
The contamination,
Of what we call “Religion”,
Teaches us,
False,
Information,
About our recreation,
Saying it is easy and simple,
Like a fracture,
But it is more serious,
Like a dislocation,
Of our transformation,
To become the people we want to be,
Then the people that are among us,
But by the way we are brought up,
We fall into that category,
We are like independent bubbles waiting to bust,
Independent people waiting to die,
In identical caskets,
With identical rackets,
Closing each one,
Till’ it is time for our souls to rise,
Between the phases,
Of the moon,
Light,
And the Sun,
Shine,
Through the eyes,
Of god,
As he shows us the way,
To the government plans,
To the government chains,
To the government camps,
Where our useless body still lays,
Realizing,
We are once again,
Slaves,
To the same government,
That cannot be slayed,
To the same religion,
That bares many names,
To the same country,
That always blame,
Us,
Since we are peasants,
Trapped in a game,
Called life.
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Chris Garcia Poem
I rather sell my soul,
Then giving my heart,
To you,
Because if I do,
I know that I would be hurting,
Aching,
To leave,
You,
But your persuasive words,
Would keep me in check,
So I would have to deal with the wreck,
Between the two parts,
Of my love,
My heart,
And even though,
I know,
This information,
I will still try to go out with you,
Even if it turns into a big situation.
Copyright © Chris Garcia | Year Posted 2011
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Chris Garcia Poem
They say times has changed,
But i think it is just the people that did,
Not caring for emotions,
As a kid,
Being mean,
As a teen,
And exchanging insults,
As we grow into adults.
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Chris Garcia Poem
I still hear your footsteps,
In my mind,
As you leave out the door,
I still feel your hands,
Breaking my heart,
Tearing away the love I have,
I had,
For you,
I still remember our little daughter,
Sue,
The one that died at birth,
And the one we kept secret,
So no one will know,
But everybody knew,
I still know your favorite color,
It's blue,
I still remember that you cried,
For my mother,
That pasted away,
Before she even met you,
I still can re-enact our first date,
When you made me wait,
Till the second date,
To lay a kiss upon your lips.
However I don't know,
When would you come back into my arms,
Falling back in love with me,
since you have locked the doors of your heart,
And threw away the only key,
That would let your love,
Free,
For me,
To steal,
Again.
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Chris Garcia Poem
You know I'm heartless,
But yet you insist on me having a soul,
Even if it does exist,
It must be dim,
Never to glow,
Never to shine,
Or even shimmer,
Only to grow,
Much more grimmer,
Much more darker,
If you can see,
That your emotions,
Your love,
Can never change me.
Copyright © Chris Garcia | Year Posted 2011
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