QUE ES DISCRIMINACION?
Autor Fortino Vargas
Actuár con arrogáncia y ser indiferente,
ánte ún ser humano en condición diferente.
Palábras que ofénden y miradas que mátan,
en el mundo ódio y racismo se desatan.
Es, querer ensalzár tus imaginables grandezas,
con sólo idéas vánas, llenas de pobrezas.
No ver más allá de la razón,
simplemente al prójimo partirle Alma y Corazón. Read more
Sunday Definitions
Lately I have been studying for my Graduate Record Exam and today I just wanted to share with you all a few words.
Machination- A plot or scheme
Malediction- A curse
Nascent- Starting to develop; coming into existence
Nadir- Lowest point Read more
Augury Of Truth
No one knows
Or can guess
What decisions
We make
For things to come
May bring.
All we can do
Is trust
That when truth
Reveals itself
We’ll be able to stand
On the same two feet
That brought us here. Read more
Scar Tissue
It’s a part of me.
Though I don’t like to think it.
Would rather disassociate
The entire thing
From my entire being.
Would rather go on like nothing happened
Like it wasn’t happening all the time.
The events so small
They hardly effected me
In such small doses
The ones I forgot I took.
Yet when the big one happened
The small ones became much more
Vivid in my memory.
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Bendita Esperanza
Autor: Fortino Vargas
Destellante luz para mi obscuridad,
inigualable calma, en angustiosa soledad.
Escencia de vida que aun la respiro,
como grato recuerdo, que evoca el suspiro.
Te busco; en la triste y amarga soledad,
en mi tiempo perdido, en mi vida inconclusa.
Fragil, por torrentes de gran tempestad,
que desvastaron una juventud…ya muy difusa.
Eres tu, escape de una vaga mirada,
imposibilitada, perdida en la distancia.
Solo en los crystales de mi fe reflejada,
ventana de males, habitados en mi consiencia.
Mi paz moribunda, mas no perdida,
aun percibo la llama, del fuego de ilusion.
Mi alma habatida, la razon casi vencida.
No estoy muerto, por ti; vive este corazon.
For English Read more
A Welcoming
Greatness
Struggles
On your behalf.
Brotherhood
And Mankind
Twice the Act.
Our Golden prince
The Chosen One
How much sacrifice
For how far we’ve come.
On your brow
The burden grows.
A nation’s fate
Upon your face.
What Hope
And Love
And Courage
Bring
May it be
A Welcoming
A precious thing. read more
Mi Razon
By Fortino Vargas
Estoy aqui, soy uno mas,
de la estadistica y discucion.
Dios, dame tu paz,
en pie de guerra la imigracion.
Por piedad, no me culpen mas,
soy humano, productivo en su nacion.
Si de mi depende, no quiero irme jamas,
pero estoy escondido,.. que gran afliccion.
Estoy aqui, estaba alla, soy uno mas,
sufriendo injusticias y marginacion.
Dios. no me abandones, se que tu me amas,
pero en mis dias….solo veo humillacion.
Mientras viven en mi pais,
ladrones, ursurpadores sin consiencia en el poder.
Politicos hambrientos, llevandose lo del maiz,
marginando al pobre, que luche para comer.
Dicen que le mandatario hoy anuncio,
que esta mañana, la economia subio.
A mis hijas;.. su gran noticia no convencio
porque en su plato, nada mas sopa, su Madre sirvio.
Vivo…angustioso y desesperado,
no soy delincuente, tan solo trabajador.
Derechos humanos? Estoy abandonado.
U.S. acuerdate de Luter y Lincoln - ¡se tu mi libertador! Read more
Hunger
Do I need you
Sweet agony past
Have you been my
Reason for the trip?
Do you hold my hand
And guide me through the present?
Do you chain my feet as I drag you through today?
Eat up my mind and
Leave me starving for some
Other thought.
Lies in the past
Lies in the present
Where then is there any
Truth at all?
Who is this clown
Without his makeup
Is it government?
Is it read more
The Cigarette
I once thought
It was just an experiment
A simple test
And nothing more…
A suck
Then pull
Then suck
And pull
From lips
To mouth
To tonge and lung
Made
My heart
Skip sometimes
But nothing more.
Then evenings spent
Huddled
From the cold
Outside
On snowy days
The sensation thrilling
But nothing more. Read more
Karma
*Follow up to The Parking Lot
It wasn’t about innocence
Or the Fact
I felt
I didn’t deserve
A little
Of what I got.
It wasn’t about anger
Or vengeance
Or because
I have a car
That starts.
Or because
I was at a bar
In a Toyota mini van
with two child car seats
perched
Between the arm rests
Was it about
The Fact
You felt
I hadn’t
Worked
For what I had? Read more
Listening to an Old Friend
Last night autumn
Blew into me
The scent of late roses,
Rotting flora,
Wet-asphalt first-rain,
And the dead flesh of summer sloth.
Like the candles that burn
The inside pulp
Of tradition and
Conger Haunted images
In full moon spectacle.
This morning I awoke
To the voice of an old friend
Laughing On the porch.
Her crisp laughter,
Carrying over into damp soil,
Whispering to blown leaves
And scattering like squirrels.
This read more
Four Seasons of a Changing Perspective
Used to breath
Like open door springtime
On canopy days
When the sun gathered
On rooftops of parasol
Dawns.
Used to drop like tomatoes
On dead summer days
When all the life
We had left to find
Was in the fruit.
Used to rush like Autumn
On train track dusks
When footprints
Made puddles
In fragments of leaves
And little hands
Rushed to gather
What’s left of the
Trees.
Used to fill
Like snowdrops
On blue-window
Nights
When pieces of ocean
Or sky
Lit eyelashes
And sank
Between Neckline
And skin. read more
The Parking Lot
It wasn’t about justice
Or about the fact
I felt
I deserved
A little of what she had.
It wasn’t about anger
Or vengeance.
Or because my car
Never starts.
Or the crack in the windshield.
Or because pools of dust
Collect in rusted impressions
Of my 1986 Toyota Celica.
It wasn’t
Because
I thought
She hadn’t worked for what she had.
Or because
I haven’t
Stopped working
Since 14.
I was 26
She must have been 18.
Designer shirt.
Designer shoes.
And a car that goes
from 0 to read more
Marry on the Mountain: July 4th
Traveling through southwest Montana on the 4th of July, my daughters and I are always amazed by the impressive 50 foot Virgin Mary that overlooks the city of Butte Montana which is, by the way, mere miles from the continental divide. I began to think about what symbols like the Virgin Mary mean to people and the relationship between religion and country.
Marry on the Mountain
July 4th
I, Mary on the Mountain
Stone symbol of humanity’s plea
Mother of compassion
Strength
And dignity.
Oh magnificent evening!
Brother of mine
I overlook this valley,
Let the people
Here read more
Forgotten Matter
Mornings I still wake and find I must Talk myself
Back into existence.
That tuft of hair risen
Above me
A reminder of restless sleep.
There were times in my youth
That I could not wait
for morning
and lie awake
Waiting
For the promises of dawn.
These days I lie awake
Anticipating tomorrow
Agonizing today
Left with that hope
That pride
That Sense,
That Nothing,
So frequent
Imagination is hopeless
My father would say
He believes that
His life
Is the one that counted
All male
And hardened
But death and read more
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