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.

Machination- A plot or scheme

Malediction- A curse

Nascent- Starting to develop; coming into existence

Nadir- Lowest point

Neologism- new word or expression

Malinger- To evade responsibility by pretending to be ill

Lugubrious- sorrowful; mournful; dismal

Liberal- Tolerant or broad minded; generous or lavish

Jingoism- Belligerent support of ones country

Catholic- Universal, broad and comprehensive

Hope you found these as interesting as I did.

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.

Fate is a daunting lover.
That shows us little
Before revealing all.
We are helpless in her arms
In hidden truths
And hopeful guesses.

Time, her only friend
Sits and waits
For that’s all he is,
A patient hermit
A connoisseur of measures.

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.

Music so loud
So no one else could hear
Knees that held my arms.
Words so close
They make my lips bleed.
Rage that no one could quell.

I guess I deserved a little
Of what I got.
A hurtful word here
A push there
It could have been divided amongst us equally.
But I got the punishment
For years of always getting what he wanted
And never what he needed.
For father not showing up for Christmas,
For mother giving toys instead of love.

When I broke
I broke it all.

I opened the door
And let him in
Expecting a friend
But a friend did not arrive that day
Instead a soldier armed with all the missiles he could carry.
A sad clown with a painted on red smile.

There is a darkness inside of me
That is not a hole.
And who would I be without it?
A little more naive?
I little less aware?
Still invincible
Super girl

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

BLESSED HOPE
By Fortino Vargas

Like a sparkling light to my darkness,
an inequitable calm in a grievous solitude.
The essence of life breathe in;
like a pleasant memory evoking a sigh.

I look for you; in the sad and bitter solitude,
in my lost time, and in my unfinished life.
Made fragile, by currents of a great storm that
destroyed a youth . . . already scattered.
It’s you, escape from a vague look

impossibly, lost in the distance.
Alone in the crystals of my reflected faith,
window to the worst dwelling in my conscious.
My dying peace no longer lost,

even sensed the flame, the fire of illusion.
My soul inhabited, with reason almost conquered…
I am not dead, for you my heart lives.

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

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!

English Translation:
My Reason

(Author: Fortino Vargas)

I’m here, I’m one more,
Of the statistics and discussion.
God, give me peace,
On the warpath to immigration.

I’m begging, don’t blame me anymore,
I’m human, productive in your nation.
If it depends on me, I don’t ever want to leave,
But I am hidden, what great affliction.

I’m here, I was there, I’m one more,
Suffering injustices and margins.
God, don’t abandon me, I know you love me,
But these days, all I see is humiliation.

While they live in my country,
Thieves, crooks with no conscience in power.
Money hungry politics, taking what belongs to the cornfields,
Marginalizing the poor, who fight to eat.

They say the proxy today announced,
that this morning, the economy went up.
To my daughters, their great news was not convincing,
Because in their dish, nothing but soup, their Mother served.

I live, with anguish and desperation.
I’m not a delinquent, I’m only a worker.
Human Rights? I have none.
U.S. remember Luther King & Lincoln, You be my liberator!

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

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.

The bead
Of sweat
That formed
Along the brow
Rolled waves
Of wanting
And nothing more

But the smell of addiction
Left lingering.
The draw
Of something
Stronger than my will
And nothing more.

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?

Or Maybe it was
That space shuttle window
Looked

Like a bubble
that needed to be popped

That glossy tinted glass
Reflected Your image
As You chucked
That giant rock.

Must’ve took
so much effort
And force
Must of used
Both hands
And a running start
To have landed
Where it did
On the floorboard
Between
My front seats

An Explosion of tiny
Shattered
Chrystal Karma
Like shards of black diamonds
Dipping like water

All

The

Way

Down

To the blacktop.

Like those
Rainy nights
When all
There is to do
Is take cover
And watch it fall

The Parking Lot
*Originally Published July 13, 2008

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 70
in 25 mile per hour
School zones.

Maybe it was that silver paint-
Looked like a lottery ticket
Scratch-off.
Silver and shiny.
Like those coins my grandmother
Kept until she died.

Mercedes Benz,
Brand new
Never saw another like it
…or was it “BMW”?

Etched in
Market decoy emblem.
Those vehicles,
Like big,
Moving,
Painted Gods.
Parked
Row after row;
Neat little patterns of profit
And display.

I ran my key along the pinstripe.
From the bumper to the rear
Left a deep gouge
That ran
All
The
Way
Down.

Like the dry
River beds
Outside of town
That remind me
So much of
Endless drought.

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

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

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

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

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