That which is in, flux

Many believe it, sets

In stone dated with, memories

Careless and predatory, inflicting

Repercussions to conclusions, spawned

By neglect with effects by way, of

Causes suspended, chased

With no lament branded by, content

Passive engagement bound then, pierced

Fearlessness escapes, truth’s

Unknown power, awakes

The sun, unmasking

Clouds’ purveyed distortion, swept

By winds employed, power

Induced by need for change, despite

Beliefs set in, stone

Crafted by chisel, uncovers


-Salvador Martinez

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La Marea

La Marea

hay un refrán que dice

“pa’lante como el elefante”

pero no es para que te alivie con un calmante y tome lugar en lista de espera

arranca y siembra las semillas y forja lo illusionante


nunca te duermas

porque subirá la marea

y te moja los pies

y si llega a tragarte

y echarte pa’ lo ondo

ten en mente que todavía no es el fondo


-Salvador Martinez



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

Only to become 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

And for awhile the nightmare is all, h e’d share


As he walks, he looks down

And the pavement becomes his landscape

In it, he would escape

And wish it would seal his fate




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!!

Ta trankao!!

No me  joda!!

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




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



You’ve become a wicked ale to swallow

I like my brews nice and cold

And most of all bitter

But you’re just too sinister


You’re killing our brothers and sisters

You’re neglecting our cries

Or maybe our cries got lost in the winds

You don’t hear us

You neglect our existence and do nothing but benefit from it

You’ve managed to play our tune,  only to soothe select ears


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 the seas and borders

On a silver platter

To dreams, you shatter


We’re grazing on scraps in the meantime

While chasing our next thrill on maps

Which you track

When you should only watch our back


If I could put you in a sleeper hold

I would

Maybe you’d reset


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 consumed our innocence

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

Divide and conquer


Disgraceful to call home, home

When home lends no shelter



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

-Salvador Martinez

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.

-Sal Martinez


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