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(karma)

(karma)

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

Gems

-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

Nostalgia

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

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

 

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

Capicua!!

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

 

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

America

America

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

 

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

-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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