Change

If you wish to see it,

this has to happen first:

You will have to get angry.
You will have to cry.
You will have to see it affect those close to you.
You will have to become desperate.
You will have to feel lost.
You will have to lose sleep.

You will have to find humor in all of it.

Then,
you will plan.

Then,
you will follow through.

Then,
you will bask in the glory.

And then,
you will be happy...

...until the cycles begins anew.

I promise.


---

"Before enlightenment, chop wood and carry water.
After enlightenment, chop wood and carry water."

~Torres

American Society: 7/27/17

What 

aren't

we 

fighting 

for

at 

this 

point?

--

~Torres

The Day Batman Died

On the day Gotham lost its hero
I debating between mac and cheese
and potato salad
At a picnic.

On the morning The caped crusader fell
I hung up my 1989
Michael Keaton
BATMAN
Action figure.
The first one ToyBiz ever made.

I hung it on the wall
Behind the door.
 I wanted him to watch from the shadows
as you drew your last breaths.

It wasn't the Penguin
It wasn't Riddler
It was Freeze or Ivy
It wasn't even the Joker.

It was leukemia.

The battle within
eventually triumphs.
Even when it comes to
the dark knight.

I imagine that the bat cave is quiet
Now.

Goodnight batmobile.
Goodnight Alfred.
Goodnight Robin.
Goodnight commissioner Gordon.

Goodnight shark repellent
and grappling hook.

Goodnight cape
and cowl. 

And goodnight bat signal.

"Shut it down. He's not coming."

----

Heartbreaking... But many thanks Mr. West. You made this Boy Wonder very happy. 

Cheers,

~Torres

Podcast #1

Hey all.

So, I tried something...different. I decided to start a podcast in which I talk about writing, horror, and other outlandish musings. Hey! Just like the description of this blog.

Give it a listen and don't judge too much. I'm still learning about all this stuff.

Thanks a lot. Leave a comment on the Partreon

Cheers,

~Torres

https://www.patreon.com/RTorres

It's Here...

Hey everyone,

Sorry for not posting in so long; but there is a good reason. My first book of poetry was just published yesterday. It's available on Amazon now. Here's the link:

Poem, and Other Four-Letter Words

I would like to thank everyone that has supported, and continues to support my writing. You all know who you are, and you rock.

Also, if you want to check out my publishers site--Red Dashboard LLC-- please do so. They have an amazing lineup of authors that they publish.

Red Dashboard LLC

Remember to support local artists. They work just as hard, and are just as talented as the celebrities that we constantly put upon pedestals. Plus, they need the money more...

Special shout-out to Kevin Durr for creating the cover. Dude is an amazing artist, and a great friend too. Go ahead and click on his name to explore the awesomeness that he creates. 

I'll be back with more posts soon. 

Cheers,

~Torres

#priorities

Today in the news:

100 dead from a gas attack in Syria.

And one of my students

cried,
and complained,
and called me the devil, 

because I wouldn't let him

chew gum

in class.

----


Honestly, some days I just want to take a break from this world...

~Torres

Birthright

I often wonder--

after all these years--

if the blood has dried up

yet.

San Juan,

You will never meet martyrdom.

The Rich Port,

is still owned.

The country that rules you

will not pay for you.

Nor will they accept you.

Nor will they cut the

umbilical cord.

Were they there when the hurricanes 

touched down?

No.

Did they see when the storm brought water

and winds

and wrecked crops

and shook concrete houses?

No. 

Did they see Carmen's 

childhood home

torn away?

The stone foundation

weeping 

in the mud.

No. 

They didn't. 

Nor were they there to rebuild 

anything.

But they took, 

and took,

and took,

and gave 

nothing but grief.

Falling cane,

and raising cane.

And they poured sugar

in their coffee.

They poured sugar

on their corn flakes.

They poured sugar 

in their tea.

They poured sugar

into their cake mix.

And the sugar cubes 

fell like Domino's.

Sugar 

makes blood

look pink.

So pink 

that the rich

mistake it 

for Himalayan 

salt.

But the calloused hands 

know the truth.

The worried mothers

and the children 

without shoes

know the truth.

The sugar

is anything 

but sweet.