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Nothing is clear no direction is safe /Every turn is a crossroad of a confused state

I find no haven I am out of place / For failure is a consequence I dare not face
 

 

 

Shackled      

                        By Santos Vargas

I have lost my soul

All my dreams I have shattered

To the winds I have scattered

The remains of what I hold

 

I heard but never listened

Concurred but never accepted

That my life would be affected

By the actions I enlisted

 

My body I defiled

With substances of poison magic

Another life becoming tragic

A statistic to be filed

 

I am no longer alive

No matter what I may think

In despair I will sink

With the poison I so strive

 

I am lost there is no return

And my conscious knows the outcome

I accept what I have become

Soon my life will crash and burn

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Lost Sibling

                   By Santos Vargas

We played and ran

When we were young

As teens we laughed

A cried as one

 

We made our families

And gained respect

As men of honor

With few regrets

 

We lived for each other

That’s what brothers are

To always be there

Our love never far

 

We lost loved ones

And gained a few

But I will never get used to

The loss of you

 

Yes miss you

My heart holds much pain

I wait the day

That I will see you again

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Untie my soul

                            By Santos Vargas

Subdued by my own restraints

I plow through the thick of the brush

Swallowed by the deafening rush

Of thoughts that I can’t contain

 

Nothing is clear no direction is safe

Every turn is a crossroad of a confused state

I find no haven I am out of place

For failure is a consequence I dare not face

 

With sightless eyes and laden step

My trail is followed by those that flee

I dream of fear and warnings heed

That I conquer that which is not yet dead

 

One thought maintains my sanity

A stride that must be taken

For your heart is not forsaken

When you are covered in nobility

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Poems from  Ten Years of Feelings by Santos Vargas

 

Poetry is like a melody and evokes emotions left hidden or untapped. It is strange how when you hear a song, you are brought back to that moment in time. Hence, when you read a poem that hits you close to home, you are carried through that wave of sentiment. Let your feelings be your vessel as you embark on this journey of emotions. I hope you identify with some, as I have done with all.— Santos Vargas

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posted 19 August 2006  Can be purchased from Amazon.com

 

 

  
 

Santos Vargas was born and raised in the Bronx in New York City. He is forty four years old and has done a multitude of jobs in the seventies and eighties. He is married with four children and two grandchildren and currently lives in Pennsylvania. He has found two things in his lifetime that he loves to do One is nursing for which he enrolled in college and worked as a nurses assistant and the other is poetry. He has been writing poetry for many years. Poetry has allowed him to embrace his emotions, feelings, and imaginative inspiration. Those strong emotions that find a way to assault you and embrace you have found their way on to a medium where their voices will forever be etched. He has proudly published a book called Ten Years of Feelings in which he is sure any reader will find a poem or two that he will identify with. He is a humble person who is very proud of being able to get published and very excited to share it with readers. He hopes you will enjoy and find comfort in the fact that we all share similar emotions.

 

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