The Plight of Grievance: The Wolfsaint Volumes

By Ruben “WolfSaint” Martinez II

I invite you to witness the emergence of a poet and let yourself be taken by my Plight of Grievance. This is the first anthology of poetic tragedies which recollects a journey through my evolution as a poet and artist. Long since I can remember I always had a contrastive way of interpreting life, love, hate, religion, and politics. It was in high school where I developed an inner voice that engulfed me with a plethora of monochromatic ideologies and artistic visions. Poetry was one of the strongest methods of journaling what thoughts roamed inside my mind.

It is through the WolfSaint Chronicles, where I hope to begin a long legacy of poetry encased with a few hand drawn illustrations as well. The word WolfSaint was created to describe two different parts of me. The saint describes me, and the person that I currently am; a father of two, husband to a beautiful wife, and a dedicated worker. The wolf side is the silent artist, and writer that only a few people know me as.

The poems in the beginning of the book are raw and unsettling. Channeling thoughts to words and poetic rhymes were difficult at first. Yet over a period of time and hundreds of verses, the flow of each poem became more fluent and visually comprehensible. Perhaps there will be other plights that I will be inspired to write in the future yet, for now I will leave you these verses to get to know the real WolfSaint.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469172200

Ruben “WolfSaint” Martinez II

I invite you to witness the emergence of a poet and let yourself be taken by my Plight of Grievance. This is the first anthology of poetic tragedies which recollects a journey through my evolution as a poet and artist. Long since I can remember I always had a contrastive way of interpreting life, love, hate, religion, and politics. It was in high school were I developed an inner voice that engulfed me with a plethora of monochromatic ideologies and artistic visions. Poetry was one of the strongest methods of journaling what thoughts roamed inside my mind. It is through the WolfSaint Chronicles, where i hope to begin a long legacy of poetry encased with a few hand drawn illustrations as well. The word WolfSaint was created to describe two different parts of me. The saint describes me, and the person that I currently am; a father of two, husband to a beautiful wife, and a dedicated worker. The wolf side is the silent artist, and writer that only a few people know me as. The poems in the beginning of the book are raw and unsettling. Channeling thoughts to words and poetic rhymes were difficult at first. Yet over a period of time and hundreds of verses, the flow of each poem became more fluent and visually comprehensible. Perhaps there will be other plights that I will be inspired to write in the future yet, for now I will leave you these verses to get to know the real WolfSaint.

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Ruben WolfSaint Martinez II

Copyright © 2012 by Ruben WolfSaint Martinez II.

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ISBN:                      Hardcover                      978-1-4691-7219-4

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Contents

An Unraveled Element

Absolution

Acid Rain

An Ocean of Tears

An Ode to Pain

An Ode to War

In the End

At the River’s End

Awakening

Black

Broken

Can You Hear Me?

Change My Mind

Cruel Reality

Deceiver

Dissonant

Distant

Egoland

False Wisdom

From a Distant Place

Feud

Invisible I Am

I Am No Man’s Slave

I Am Not One

I Detest

I, the Burden

In the Garden of

Demons and Saints

In Times of Flames

Insane

Jaime

Kill Me

Love My Enemy

My Land

One Tragic Immortal

Our Kingdom Come

Seasons Pass

Silence the Dragonfly

Silence the Sun

Sonnets of Compelling Lament

Sonnets of Remorse

Temper

The Boatman

The Danger with Hate

The Element of Emergence

The Fall of Leaves

The Lie

The Seed of Temperament

The Sign

The Silent Me

The Unknown

The Wolf and the Lamb

Tragedies of an Unlucky Man

Vague

Wastelands

What Words Cannot Say

When Life Passes Me By

Where Are My Wings?

Wicked Chaos

Wounded

You

The Dark and the Lost

When Death Comes

The Fall of Incubus

May It Bleed?

In the Days That Come

The Racialist

Effigy of Me

What Is Left of Me?

The Fall of Morality

Hungry Wolves

I Loved a Woman Vampire

Spill of Red on the Gray

The Last Fire

The Plague

The Storm Is Coming

Ravenous Wolf

Miserable Sky

Promontory

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The WolfSaint Crest by RMII

This book is dedicated to my high school teacher,

Louann Baker, who, pulled me from beneath the ground and lifted me into the sky, opening my eyes to a world

of poetry. I heard nothing but your voice

through an abyss of abstract noise.

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In search of that in which I dream,

The solace seemed such a darken path,

I awake in a world that does not deem,

To bring peace to my once better half,

I am bitter by aging streams of hair,

In which gray falls upon a scissors reap,

I see the years in every strand too fare,

As a love in which this clouded mind keep,

They flow with the wind these bristles,

Into the sky like my memory scorn,

Far up from the noises and whistles,

Away from the world where I was born,

Such has my sight of reality precedes,

That cancer of hate and immature desire,

Vile as the aggression indeed succeeds,

In turning a marriage into sin and fire,

Every word in turn turns violent,

Learning not from the burns it leaves behind,

Searching for a change would be irrelevant,

As to a stern heart with no love to find,

Where is the bliss in sacrifice?

What is the reason for her stale air?

Which of either one accepts the vise?

For yelling tones of remorse and despair,

I have grown immune to threats and blame,

However, I admit lacking in perfection,

As if I were born to live weak and untamed,

Nor to live kneeling in her reflection,

What kind of life is that for me,

To live as an unraveled element by choice?

I would rather die without dignity,

Than to be stricken from my inner voice.

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My suffering becomes apparent,

When I abstain from what I admire,

Then my rage becomes transparent,

Until I die of what I desire,

What animosity there is to appeal?

When the expression is immeasurable,

Take the knife to the skin and peel,

See the extent of something miserable,

My ability to write is growing,

The words that I choose are blunt,

I hear the offensive tune flowing,

But I cannot see the bloody cunt,

I cannot argue my point of view,

My attention span grows short,

I cannot alleviate from what is true,

Or benefit from the sense or sort,

I am in a state of absolution,

This abstract quality I cannot repel,

Damn that abhorrent plain solution,

We can send all the fires back to hell,

There is no place for the clattering,

The space around my sight has adjourned,

I saved my blood for the canvas splattering,

Take these words as if you were warned,

When I lurk amongst the prey,

I phase again into what compels me,

I am an abomination to the world today,

An alleged virus to society,

But in the end when I return,

And into the world from which I live,

The idea of absolution will burn,

Into a world that will not forgive.

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I come forth,

Stricken of my pride,

It is one-half the emotion,

Of what I feel inside,

What tender solitude,

Does this pain absorb?

It is not what I am used to,

But it is all I can afford,

I reserve the right,

But I cannot pave the path,

It is like acid rain in the eye,

Like a lion and his wrath,

And without a doubt,

My luck ran too far,

I can see the bloody moon,

But I see not one star,

The forecast is filled,

With animosity and despair,

I bare a symptom to kill,

To stomp what is never there,

It seeps through the pore,

Into the veins and heart,

It breaks down the door,

And rips everything apart,

If one day I do succeed,

To get rid of my pain,

This wound I will bleed,

Before I grow insane.

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A Distant Face by RMII

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Long are the shores,

Between you and I,