Andres Eduardo Torres Poems

A jaguar got power.
A jaguar got skill.
But in its final hour,
A jaguar has to kill.
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I reside deep within the darkness of man.
I have taken many scars of its presence.
The heaven I seek is beyond my grasp,
But the halo I earned brightens my essence.
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Life deals you a deck of cards,
52 of spades, diamonds, clubs, and hearts.
First you select your game of choice,
Then you find the courage in your voice
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Damn, I’ve got an obscure thought;
A thought that has me caught;
It’s been dreading me so long;
The thought ain’t wrong;
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Someday the dream will end. The dream of dreams. The dream that gives us a freedom from reality. The dream we believe is life. The one that conquers all others. A dream that continues over time, to blend itself with reality. Someday the dream will end.

And on that day, it will not be glorious, but a day of relief. The freedom from Freedom. The pain from the separation of this parasitic dream will give us freedom. Then the Dream will end. And then we will be reborn to the world, with new eyes at life. Eyes that see what was never seen, never dreamed. What was will be a memory; what will be, will be but a dream. Someday the dream will end.
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