Somewhere Beyond

"Somewhere beyond"
Somewhere beneath these stars 

I stand a man 

looking back 

through the black 

that exists 

in between the pale specks of light 

spattered throughout the night sky. 

Somewhere beyond my comprehension

exists a lonely point of pale light 

shining its whole existence 

into my eyes 

in a flickering moment 

of irrelevance. 

And somehow

I found that moment

among other infinite moments

in the cosmos

blinking without comprehending 

this light's entire existence.

And yet, 

I also found my memories 

that adds relevance 

to this moment 

under these dim points of flickering light. 

My chest fills 

with something now,

more than just cold night air 

and my eyes let fall, 

something more than just tears. 

And somewhere beneath these stars 

I stand a man 

shining back 

his lonely point of pale light.

-Armando Torres

empty tears

"empty tears"
There in the dismal glow 

of the television screen 

he finds himself crying again 

not because it hurts 

But because it's there again. 

He sits silently inside his chair 

lost inside his own mind 

as the tv spits its hues of

blues and greens onto his face. 

A bottle of Jack 

sits by his side 

as his arm hangs 

over the armrest 

and his fingers dangle 

but a mere space away. 

The ice in his glass 

has long since melted 

but he prefers his whiskey warm anyway 

when the pain 

has him so torn. 

His whiskey stained tears 

roll down his face 

as he searches 

for the logic of this darkness. 

Remnants of the day 

no longer linger 

on his walls 

but the wear of the night 

hangs low under his eyes. 

His lips have not tasted 

a sweet touch 

for so long 

but find the bittersweet company 

of a warm whiskey bottle every night. 

The thick smell of tears 

and whiskey 

and sweat 

hang heavy in his room 

as he sits inside 

his own stench of bitterness 

to question his darkness 

as it knows all of his pain. 

Drenched 

in his own depressing filth 

he grabs that empty glass again 

and pours his liquid destruction again 

not because it hurts 

but because that pain is there again.

-Armando Torres

Orb

"Orb"

There at the genesis of eternity,
An orb crashes upon the shores of creation, 

an orb of pure shape and pure color 

pulls away from the monotony of silvery whites 

to find its will and way.  

Forming from the whites and grays 

of its past 

splashing now among 

the swirls of curves 

     and lines 

of intersecting contradictions 

Perhaps 

tempting itself 

to seize a moment 

     from the sea 

          and form 

in its infancy, 

the ancient pillars of imagination 

and find the simple lines 

of all kinds of designs 

of beauty so entwined, 

Forming 

     the perfect 

          amalgamation 

               of creation and chaos 

all for our eyes to settle upon.  

Forever frozen this orb

perhaps 

somewhere 

along nature's design 

existing as a mastery of imagination.  

An orb dripping lines and swirls 

of silvery whites and grays 

creating only what our mind can paint.

 

It finally settles 

among the monotony of life 

and finds time 

has stopped and given memory 

to its piece of art.

-Armando Torres