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Nostalgia

At the core exists his emptiness
Spineless unrest smothers him
All due to nature’s wavering obscurity
And stumped awareness of inherent security

Fear took charge and penetrated his inner skin
Seeped into his veins 
Then settled in marrow
And so his depth became shallow

Now hostage to self loathe and pity
He finds no way home in the big city
Far from palms and salt air
He missed the signs that spelled beware

What lies ahead he has to bare 
In order for a single soul to care
And for awhile, 
the nightmares
Is all,  
he can share

As he walks, he looks down
And the pavement becomes his landscape
And in it, he would escape
And wish it would seal his fate

Uuuufffff!!!!

With his journey now at stake
He knows home he can’t remake

And so he daydreams

Vivid images of platanos y yucca
Begin to form his mental palette

He salivates to thoughts of yaniqueque, tamarindo, cereza
Y la sonrisa, de Teresa!!

His world would change if only,
“un poquito”
De coco, zapote, chinola
Hay que rico!!
A Presidente dressed in white,
Ay caray!!
He so misses his mai and his compay
His porch, 4 chairs, and his game table
Hollers of pin tin tin fill the air
oye loco, pasate con ficha!!  capicua!!!
Ta trankao!!
He’s elated !!
Chills run down his spine
He’s alive!!!

His skin begins to swell 
As he reminisces to the quiver of the guira
Se engranoja, from thoughts of pambiche y mangulina

Uuuuuufffffff!!!!!

He climaxed and found solace
Home was closer than he thought
Home he carried with him
He’d found the secret of shedding light to his serenity
And within, he found
Su dios!!
Su patria!!
Su libertad!!
And saved,  his sanity

-Salvador Martinez

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A Tyrant

finds ease in cutting corners
difficulty in shedding light in the dark
such a mortal’s combat is just

he thinks

no evils lurk in capacity
from heights beyond notice
because capacity is the just

he persuades

the sky screeches
the ground bellows
cries flat line and streams of pain mark the surface

for the wondering

the mortal calls it justice

and for the unjust

who finds ease on a mere strip
who sheds light in the midst of havoc
is a such a mortal’s combat not just?

one would think

can evil find shelter in this capacity
or call home stolen property
simply because

is unpersuasive

and when the sky whispers again
and the ground whimpers
laughter will fill the air
tears of joy will mark a blemished surface

for the wondering

such mortal calls this hope

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My Dearest Ema

My dearest Ema,

I’ve shortened your name
but I won’t apologize

even in written form you still manage to make my skin quiver and raspy

Oh Ema,
how I long for your goodbye

I’ve dealt with your irritating subtleties much too long

meds keep me sane no more
and the smother of an omnipotent lover
none should ponder

your crimson inducing breaks, too unbearable,
would happen to me of all people

I’m the lucky one I guess

posed with this challenge
to live with an insatiable pest
who’s physical abuse is evidence of unrest

who’s unceasingly vile and hungry appetite
scorns till skin deep
only to regurgitate any sense of purity
leaving behind a slaughterhouse of pain
short of perverse
which might have soothed me

DAMN YOU

my mute agony would suffice no longer

I HATE YOU

YES

I

DO

SINCERELY AND PASSIONATELY

all the while
I appreciate your candor
but I’m not impressed, never was actually

for when I pass
who will host your shenanigans

for my soul is immortal
and you know no soul

it was all for nothing

and so there comes a point
one is best off among enemies
because there are no gimmicks
because a snake is a snake is a snake
make no mistake

and now, with our relationship at stake
let me wake
with a clean slate
as if
you were gone

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Only To Remember

ever since I could remember

an age of mind so tender

a complement to illusory surroundings

came to find out

the world of doubt

crippled from the neck up

hasty from the neck down

from crawl to flight

layover after layover

through time’s passing

no destination

no expiration

if and when

then, why

because, would be convoluted

until numb is eradicated

and this was future’s present moment

only to remember

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America

You’ve become a wicked ale to swallow

I like my brews nice and cold

And most of all bitter

But you’re too sinister

You’re killing our brothers and sisters

 

You’re neglecting our cries

 

We must stutter

Or maybe our cries mumble

Because you don’t hear us

 

You forgot us

Laid us out to dry in the sun just to prune shrivel

You’ve managed to make it seem everything is in tune

Only to find out it’s only your tune

And at the same time

You’re conjuring hell’s rising

 

And your bag of tricks

Well

For one, you mislead

You sell misery disguised as glory

Across our borders

And they eat it up

And when they come

Chopped meat they become

 

We’re grazing on scraps in the meantime

While chasing our next thrill on maps

Which you track

Instead of watching our back

 

If I could put you in a sleeper hold

I would

Maybe you’d reset

 

Your credo is

Bombs, money, power

Or is it

Money, bombs, power

 

The American dream died long ago

Exhausted by big egos

 

Big pockets,

They dropped the eight ball in the side pocket

While we weren’t looking

 

Distraction has so much sex appeal

They raped us

Eyes wide opened

 

And you,

America the free, enslaved us with mental chains

And never intended on letting us be

Creating an orphanage of destitute souls

 

Because his motherland gave her right tit to a chosen few to suckle

And when that wasn’t enough to satiate

She gave the left

And limb by limb we’re torn

 

Rule by fear

Divide and conquer

 

What year are we in!!

Disgraceful to call home, home

When home lends no shelter

 

America,

We let her be

 

She, once a virgin

Full of promise

Full of hope

Full of all dreams come true

 

Now a prostitute to bulky business

No vaseline

She takes it clean as a whistle

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Gratitude

If I open my eyes and light I see, how wonderful!
If I close my eyes and light I still see, how wonderful!

If I touch water and it cools my skin, how wonderful!
If I touch fire and I feel the heat, how wonderful!

If I taste the sweetness of an orange and it brings a smile to my face, how wonderful!
If I taste the bitterness of a grapefruit and it makes me squirm, how wonderful!

If I smell the pleasant fragrance of a perfume, how wonderful!
If I smell the stench of rotting garbage, how wonderful!

If I hear a bird singing, how wonderful!
If I hear a loud siren, how wonderful!

If I live to see another day, how wonderful!
And If I pass, that would be wonderful too!

Thank you mom, for all the these wonders would not be possible if it weren't for you.

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The Way

Indestructible you

Endowed provocateur of origination

Forger of paths unknown

Awaken

 

Yesterday was an option

Today a decision

Tomorrow will come

Eventually

 

Head high

Shoulders up

Walk

Fear is perception

 

Defeat is an illusion

Perverse as it is

Fills a void

To incentivize the outcome of glory

 

For as long as you walk

Deceiving external predictors, you prosper

Enticing hate and curiosity

From your resistance to fall prey to darkness

 

If perhaps you stumble

Along the way

No worries

 

That is the way

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To You, Wherever You Are

I just want you to know that I’ve been thinking a lot about you.

I miss your smile and how it makes me smile.

I miss your tender kisses and your warm hands.

I’d love to embrace you right now but I can’t because you’re not here.

But it’s ok because I’m patient

and I wait

and so I let love simmer.

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Lapse of Existence

As nightfalls come to fruition

Leaving room of conditions

For dreams to strive

And before dawn breaks

Memory ceases to create

So to mediate

Our corporal world

Into transient capacities

Of unborn fallacies

To mitigate now’s journey

Into sanctuaries bearing

All fruits of now’s nativity

In proximity to the ability

Of mystical remnants

Encompassing clear disordinance

When no clue of commandant has risen

To prove indifference

To whom

No one, not here, not now

As priors fall apart

In the discard of somber triumphs

Where cyclical is met first hand

Unlike tombs

Where nothing is apparent

And the rest

relies

on wonder

-Salvador Martinez

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Defined By Choice

in the depths of pain

lies a sort of sane dementia

entangled by strains

oblivious to gain

it stirs one's essence

into a tide's surge

while reality will sure emerge

leading nowhere

or rather now here

to reap and cherish

the benefits of survival

because the depths contained

a choice for revival