The Most Beautiful Monster

By Hector Santana

This is a unique book about domestic abuse, fighting cancer, drunk driving, texting and driving, teenage pregnancy, suicide, addiction, bullies, love, dating, marriage, betrayal, rebounding, loneliness, current events, celebrities, super heroes, mentoring and much more. What is unique about it? It is done in poetry form and each poem has websites and phone numbers for easy reference plus full page hand drawn illustrations that match each poem. I guess I would name it self help poetry if I had to put a label on it. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469179193

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Copyright © 2012 by Hector Santana.

ISBN:          Softcover                                 978-1-4691-7918-6

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Contents

MISSION STATEMENT in a POEM

AUTOBIOGRAPHY

TEAM SIX

NEW HOPE

M A D D

DISTORTED IMAGE

DON’T WORRY ’BOUT NOTHING

CAUSE NOTHING’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT

THE GOOD, THE BLOG and THE UGLY

A BOX of CEREAL

FOLLOW the LEADER

CROSSROADS

ALTERED STATE

JUST CHILL

ON DISK

OBSESSION with AGGRESSION

SHAPE-SHIFTER

BREATHTAKING

ON THE PRECIPICE OF DEFEAT

FANTASTIC FINISH

RESIDUAL LOVE

NEGOTIATING MY FEAR

CONCRETE LOVE

BREATHING YOUR AIR

MOUNTAINS

DIAMONDS

FAMILIAR NIGHTS

CANDLES

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MONSTER

I MISS YOU

FALLEN ANGEL

MY FIRST TEARS

IN MY PALACE

TIED TO THE TRACKS

CURTAINS OF DECEPTION

BREAKING and ENTERING

THE PORTRAIT

ANATOMY of a HEARTBREAK

MODEST GIFTS

ETERNAL LOVE.COM

BEAUTY SELDOM SEEN

SPECIAL OF THE DAY

POSSIBILITIES

ROUGH WATERS

REBORN

LONELY TABLE

ANGRY RAIN

COUNTING DOWN ON YOUR DREAMS

THE OFFICE

BASIC CABLE

STOCK ON THE RISE

THE LIBRARY

FLIGHT PLANS

THE SHOE BOX

ELVIS AND SPIDERMAN

IF THE TEARS RETURN

ILLUSIVE DREAM

CORRIDORS IN MY MIND

DAMNED DESTINY

CHANGING the CLIMATE

UNSPOKEN SECRETS

LOST IN A DREAM

CHINESE TAKEOUT

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

MISSION STATEMENT in a POEM

HECTOR SANTANA

For inspiration some poets rely on past experiences

Others are talented at composing sentences

Some incorporate the arts and sciences

Like fingerprints, we all have our unique differences

To the readers I feel I should explain

My goal is to educate and entertain

For this moment I have been training my brain

Hoping to bring some sanity to a world going insane

I am not Mr. Know-it-all; do not want to give that impression

A Social Worker by trade that is my profession

Helping others succeed for me is an obsession

My forte is helping people deal with depression

I believe a huge portion of our efforts and resources

Should be concentrated on educating our youth

Through mentoring, tutoring and other sources

Without guidance we have all seen the ugly truth

Education begins before the child’s conception

Parenting begins after birth is a misconception

Expecting mothers should consult with a nutritionist

Instead of down the road sending their child to a Psychiatrist

I feel life experiences qualify me

To metaphorically help you down from that tree

I submit to you my mission statement in this fashion

Hoping that many share in my passion

To encourage our youth and do the right thing

To showcase their talents, to hear them sing

Bring out their inner beauty and ignore the bling

Become successful in life and wear a championship ring

Together we can all make this world a better place.

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AUTOBIOGRAPHY

The short version

I was nine months old when my dad took me from my biological mother (the other woman) and placed me in the care of his wife and five half brothers and sisters.

My first recollection of being alive was waking up to screams and a loud banging on the door in the middle of the night. I must have been three years old at the time as my oldest sister tried kicking down the bathroom door while my father was attempting to hang himself. This was the beginning of a series of events that would define the person I am today. In this attempt to describe the events in my life I promise you that this is all true and without exaggeration.

My father survived the suicide attempt but a very confusing period in my life was about to unfold. He was a weekend drinker with a violent reaction to alcohol. When he drank people would get hit and furniture would get broken. During these episodes I would hide behind the sofa with a box of crayons and construction paper escaping to a world where super heroes ruled and the genesis of my creativity unfolded.

At the age of five one of my half siblings abused me sexually. Later I would find the courage to stop the abuse and thankfully was able to overcome that and a lot more. My eyesight was poor and started wearing prescription glasses at the age of five. My eyes were so bad I could not see what the teacher wrote on the blackboard from the front row of seats. I also had a condition that to this day I do not know what it is but my head