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Ernest Martinez Poem
I found myself eating grass, acting foolishly
Running with animals, untamed in the fields
One day reason was granted
This understanding was painful
Reaching out I cried for help
Then a Wind heard my plea
Took pity and carried me off
Offered protection and shelter
Gave back all that was lost
Whispered, “Oh Nebuchadnezzar”
“I’ve waited for you”
Showed how love worked
Forced my soul to hear
What was given before was nothing
Compared to what lay ahead
Miradas del destino
Rodeado con Amor
This is what is to be of this
I smile and move
Como un hombre
Copyright © Ernest Martinez | Year Posted 2015
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Metal never pierced flesh or bones
Ligaments weren’t shattered in dashing haste
Not decorated with purple stones
For my heart hid from that waste
Sand and fear my tongue still taste
Born to die in hellish fire
Infernal flame, spirit crushed ready for
Assured last breath, in deathly mire
I shut down and lay in war
Thoughts race, scream and roar
I’m afraid
Escaped the valley of abyss
Return to applauds and cheers
All is well they claim and hiss
But I’m clothed in heavy years
In stormy sands, all's unclear
Did I cease to be?
So much loss for what was fought
My humanity
Walking dead in thought
Wilting heart was caught
Won’t let most too close
Then they’d see
Moisture trails that only froze
Can’t contain the mine that bleeds
Vulnerable to evil Deeds
So I pretend to feel
Watch as they laugh and sing
Being human taught to kill
Focused on how to life they cling
Waiting for my time to spring
What am I without my rifle
To do what I was trained
Taking life was mere trifle
Do I cease to be again
Letting go of this friend
But how, but how
I was raised to end life
For those I loved with strong vows
For those who don’t know strife
We were sacrificed
Letting go, the roaring sea
Placing weapon down, reaching honesty
I lay with peace and feel the touch of God
Emerge from that desperate fog
I see as a child
Staked rifle down for the vine to grow awhile
I am clean
All is not what it seemed
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Stopped at the light
Looked over and there she was
Smiling, laughing then waving
Cause she was caught
I chuckled, her at me
She didn't turn, neither would I
Light turned green, it was time to go
Her number I needed to know
Trapped by glass
This couldn't start nor could it last
Waved in small goodbyes
Pressed the pedal and broke the ties
But man was she pretty
Copyright © Ernest Martinez | Year Posted 2016
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Sitting off to myself
She notices, sits across from me
Her smile lures me back
To the world my heart broke for
Hooks me with her glance
Looks as though she wants to talk
Is she interested
I don’t know if I should resist
But I’m scarred, eyes are tired
Should I let you in
And hope you won’t hurt me
Let me see what the Spirit of the Universe
Has to say about this “Open the gate!”
I drop my castle door
Look up and smile back
Copyright © Ernest Martinez | Year Posted 2016
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Awaken to sounds of flight, machines in the distance
Muffled sounds from fire watch
Bellowing to arms to arms
Planes humming, men rising from their slumber
The sky was dark, silhouettes dimmed the stars
Unapproachable rays and milky ways faded
As the Reaper flew over way
With tools of trade
Squinting indistinctly it had begun
To my feet, roused to the berm
In celebration I danced with wolves of war
Marines gathering for the kill
Then I recognized the sound of Thunder
In the distant flashes of light, insidious it was
Thump, Thump Boom
Thump, Boom
The feeling of black, the approach of stillness
Where nothing exist
Such a sight, watched in awe as the sand shook my feet
Would we be brave?
Leathernecks cheered
And the Sentry yelled, “To arms to arms”
In innocence I encouraged death
My thoughts trapped in haunting recollection
I bear in mind, If only we knew
I died with them
If only I knew lost I was that night
My soul hidden in the desert
And in my dreams to arms, to arms, to arms
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Shoot the cannons don’t you feel!
See the blood, makes the grass grow
Battle field kings no time to heal
Tear limps and lives from our foes
Sickles in the hands of trolls
Farmlands of ploughs and blades
Monster’s coming so we run
Memories of heroes and parades
Fade as some lose a son
A father, husband, death has one
Their troll is loud and vicious
Seeking vengeance from death’s toll
Scattered in black holes with malicious
Waiting under the knoll
The plough no man controls
The land gave the fruit, then was pressed
Where men crawled and cried
Some lived but lost soul’s breath
Some teared for their wives
With thoughts of future lives
I made it home, sit and wonder
What was it all for
Why emotions stayed in slumber
Why I miss war
Chained to this yore
So my dreams come at night
The farmer and his tools
Taking cover, with some sprite
Yet the farmer and his ghouls
Pull the plough with his bulls
As I run from the troll and his sickle
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I fight you every single night. I fight you tooth and nail. When I close my eyes I end up dreaming future frails. I'm not a prophet as I lay, but I walk in future's ghostly ways. Ahead I've seen troubles further sent. Oh my Lord not to me. Yet my Lord won't relent.
I also dream of the past, mostly war's shadows cast. Sometimes of love forgone of hearts with empty songs. Girls with colored hair, in crayon flair. In others I get to go to heaven. On those occasions I wake up telling almost joyful yelling.
So I struggle with the fight, fist and might. Eventually comes the darkness and its night. as I lose to the closure of this world, my eyelids down, closed in full unfurl. Opening them to my new venture I awake. I pray I don't see a mouth and I'm the steak.
Copyright © Ernest Martinez | Year Posted 2017
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We are made of stone
We are made of cold hard steel
Standing tall, indifferent to what I feel
Pretending not to cry
Deep within
There's pain
Head held up, breaking rain
Unbreakable, strong
In the dark
Alone
I rage of waves
Jefe, don't leave
Let me tell you I love you
Fight!
So we can kick it
Lets fire up the pit
Watching clouds roll by
Linger in Mexico
Mellow in her hills
The chivos chillan
Tus Arboles I hear them
Paper saturated in blue dye
I'll miss you Jefecito
To you belongs my longest bye
Le Echates ganas
Till the Gallo shouts the third alarm
Either life betrays us
Or it saves us, but let me not lie
Cause men do cry
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Spread your sails
Don’t think too much
If you'd only not
Look her way
But there you are
Precious, stay, I pray
Don't float about
Your love is torture
Punish me
With your kisses
Make true my wishes
Become my new
Imagine, almost missed this
Be still on the flower
Eyes towards that tower
The sight of your wings
My heart skips in that hour
Punish me
With your view
Clothed in your hue
My future will miss
The lack of you
Copyright © Ernest Martinez | Year Posted 2015
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Last night I cried
realized no one will understand
This is for only those
Who have seen the fire
No longer trying to explain
Sleeping, Knowing I would run
Into that storm again
For the protected children
Tarnishing my soul
But I give this heart
To the overcomer
To the eye whose apple I am
Wake to the sound of reveille
Time to stand from your slumber
Who can stand against me
For the tallest stands within
Copyright © Ernest Martinez | Year Posted 2016
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