Ulises Vargas’ Collection.

  Dear Darling, Ulises Vargas November 22, 2024.  To Sophia.  Unexpected, but happily accepted,  Multi-faceted, the valves of my heart.  Perhaps, it’s a fresh start.  Perhaps, there’s more to come.  Like you trade cash for art,  There’s hope for love.  If you ask me, I’ll behave.  My heart, I gave.  Forever, I promised.  Darling, I missed you.  Never, to dismiss you.  From my arms, you run away.  Thrum my heart, to make you stay.  Be my best, hope you stay,  Beat with rhythm, the heart that loves you.  Meet with enthusiasm, the man that chose you.  Foreclose the old soul that hurt you.  Darling, I love you.

Fire Must Burn.  Ulises Vargas November 21, 2024. Lightspeed, my blood.  Might see, me red.  Uneasy, even in bed.  It wasn’t love, in the end.  Betrayal, over wine and ale, Betrayal, with a kiss and without tell.  Loyal, till loyalty failed.  Royal, till the crown fell.  Now I see the fool I’ve been.  How wrong and cool you’ve been.  A jester to the queen’s amusement.  Gestures all to your bemusement.  Conjectures after lectures,  You plead your case, no need to save face.  Mixtures of love and hate,  Fixtures between lust and disgust,  Fire must burn till dusk.  Admire the flames, and former disdain.  As ashes form, as an old life dies.  As firm as stone, a romance loses life.

Stoic.  Ulises Vargas November 21, 2024.  Like water, like rain; Like tears, like pain. Tragically backhanded, every splendor.  Magic rescinded, there’s no more laughter.  Never was, never shall, never will.  Forever stuck, in my ills.  Reality is fake, worn, and stretched.  My life is taken, torn, and wretched.  So let me eat this cake, From which I may never wake.  Poison the lake, with red streaks and paint.  Hate the world, it will burn.  Too late for sorries or worries.  I’ve had the cake, and it’s had me.  Stoic, I mimic those around me.  Stoic, I panic within me.  Frantic, I plan to end it.  Tragic, I’ve gone ahead with it.