Category: Bright Spot Log!

SOFT HEARTS/HARD HEARTS

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Soft hearts don’t shatter
Hard hearts do
Soft hearts bend
Hard hearts are rigid
Soft hearts feel
Hard hearts are numb
Soft hearts weep a deluge
Hard hearts are dry like the desert
Soft hearts grow
Hard hearts stagnate
Soft hearts are sweet
Hard hearts are bitter
Soft hearts understand
Hard hearts twist
Soft hearts lament
Hard hearts are remorse free
Soft hearts see
Hard hearts are blind
Soft hearts listen
Hard hearts are deaf
Soft hearts reach out
Hard hearts draw back
Soft hearts stay open
Hard hearts are shut tight
Soft hearts forgive
Hard hearts never turn the other cheek
Soft hearts are teachable
Hard hearts know it all
Soft hearts give life
Hard hearts kill and mame
Soft hearts are child like
Hard hearts are childish
Soft hearts are generous
Hard hearts keep it all for themselves
Soft hearts love
Hard hearts fear
Soft hearts encourage
Hard hearts discourage
Soft hearts are dauntless
Hard hearts cower
Soft hearts speak softly
Hard hearts speak harshly
Soft hearts tell the truth
Hard hearts deny
Soft hearts are light
Hard hearts are dark
Soft hearts are scar covered
Hard hearts are intact
Soft hearts let love in
Hard hearts keep love out
Soft hearts are the antidote to hate
Hard hearts spread hate like multiplying cancer cells
Soft hearts:
May we know them
May we BE them
May we help hard hearts become soft.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

DECISIONS

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The making up of your mind is a slow process
Everyday you make up your mind
A confrontation
A Decision
Must be made
Up ahead
At the place where the road turns
You must decide
No one leaves a marriage
On the spur of the moment
You don’t pull the plug
On some one on life support
On a split second decision
Big out comes are decided
Long before they happen….

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

Written on Your Tomb Stone

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What do you want your head stone to say?
What was your story?
Were you a mean son of a bitch?
Were you a crazy ass bitch?
What do you want written on your tomb stone?
Were you a heart breaker?
Were you a mender of hearts?
Were you an open wallet?
Were you a stingy penny pincher?
Were you a bitter slave?
Were you a happy free man?
Were you a train wreck?
Were you one who cleaned up after the wreck?
Were you selfish?
Were you a shy fish hiding in your shell?
Were you a flower who never bloomed?
Were you an opened up full of abundant life sun flower?
Was your heart a frozen tundra
Where people you were supposed to nurture died of starvation from your neglect?
Were you a fertile valley
Where people grew like trees
And the multitudes bloomed from your love?
Were you a discourager?
Were you an encourager?
Were you someone people ran from because all you caused them to feel was pain?
Did you draw people to you because of your love
Like a powerful magnet?
What will your head stone read?
Will there be a line of people at your wake
Tripping over themselves, waiting to eulogize you?
Will there be no one at your wake
Because no one bothered since you never bothered caring for others
What will your head stone read?

EVA SANTIAGO copyright2014

Get Your Fix!

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Music is a drug
The best drug around
It alters your brain
It expands it causing it to travel places far away
What did writers of old do?
Did they write in silence?
Did they hire a whole orchestra
Maybe a single violinist
Putting ear buds on and listening to music is like:
Getting in a car and taking off destination unknown
Music fills an emptiness that words cannot
It’s like getting on a jet plane
Flying in the clouds
Cruising in the land of your dreams
Like boarding a ship
Sailing into an ocean
Of all your mixed up emotions
It’s like suiting up in a space ship
Traveling to another galaxy
To meet your new self.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

CARE LESS

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I care less about things that used to bog me down
I didn’t say I don’t care
For that is a lie
When we tell ourselves we don’t care
Our brains wired for positivity only hear
I DO CARE!
So I choose to CARE LESS
I care less about my ex
Who was never a day in his life careful with me
I care less
Of what people think of me, my family or my work
I care less about careless people
I care less about tomorrow
Because I choose to be present NOW
I care less about the past
Because it no longer has a hold on me
I care less about
Trivial, mundane bullshit
I care less about gossip
Who really cares about the Hollywood starlets
And their privileged, boring lives they lead
Certainly not I!

Eva Santiago copyright 2014

KINGDOMS

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WE all have our private little kingdoms
Whose side are you on?
Does your kingdom align with the darkness?
Does your kingdom align with the light?
Is your kingdom ruled by worry, doubt and fear?
Is your kingdom ruled by faith, hope and love?
What does your kingdom repel or attract?
Dark places in our heart
Places where light hasn’t yet reached
What does your story tell?
Whose kingdom child are you?
What’s written on your walls?
Have you left your heart wide open?
Or have you built a moat
‘Round your kingdom
Filled it with alligators
To keep all intruders out
You don’t really fear:
Attackers
Marauders
Intruders
Your worst fears:
Alligators in the moat surrounding your kingdom walls
You always thought me,your:
Attacker
Marauder
Intruder
All I brought you was my light
To touch all of your dark places
All you did was run
To hide behind the total eclipse of your moon
Although you broke my heart
Repeatedly and into so many pieces
It remains untamed still
And it always will
Although you tried to break me
You’re the one falling head long
Out of your strong tower
You’re just about to be devoured
Your alligators await you
With sharp teeth snapping
With jaws widely flapping
I hope you’re praying for a higher kingdom to come
I hope you’re praying to a higher power
Because as you fall head long
From your ivory tower
Your little kingdom you built so long ago
Has no value and no power.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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TURN IT OFF AND TUNE IN

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Turn off the music
Pull the ear buds out
Shut your phone off
Your iPod can wait
Sit and be still
Listen to nature’s song
Birds are always singing
Tree leaves whisper ancient mysteries
Tree trunks silently testify
Watching you watch them
As you reflect
They reflect back
Trees in my yard
Know what went on in this house
Long before I arrived
Even the warm dirt beneath my feet
Can silently attest to that
16 boulders ’round the olive tree
Some one took their time
To place them there
Was that some one’s sacred altar?
Those stones were placed with care
This place is sacred to me
I come and I:
Ponder
Wonder
Seek
Ask and thank…
I leave my burdens here
I come to be
Man made cathedrals keep true God worshippers out
Nature’s cathedral
Welcomes one and all
Man made cathedrals
Cost a lot of money
Built by the sweat of man’s brow
Nature’s Cathedral
Is free and cost not a single life
Man made cathedrals
As exclusive as a country club
You must conform to be part of their clique
Nature’s cathedral
Expands far beyond what the naked eye can see
Reaching to the ocean
And across the horizon
Covering miles of ground
Reaching into the heavens
To include the Milky Way
And worlds beyond our grasp
Man made cathedrals
Here one day and gone the next
Nature’s cathedral
Was from days gone by
Is now in my back yard
With us still in the up and coming new earth!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

FREEDOM IS WHAT I CRAVE

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I want freedom
I have some freedom
I want more though
I crave freedom so badly
Making love with my lover
In our own private world
I feel truly free
Nothing else is offering me
Total abandon right now
Only there: Not me with him or him with me but when we’re US- I feel alive
I crave freedom
Like the desert craves rain
Like birds crave flying
Like polar bears crave snow
Like the snow-capped mountains crave sunshine so they can melt
Like coal craves to become a diamond
Like an oyster craves to make a pearl
Like William Wallace craved freedom for his beloved Scotland
Like this pen in my hand
Seeks to search out my heart’s dirt
Helping to pour out its contents
So I can make sense of it
By putting it all into words, sentences and paragraphs
I must keep moving
Freedom is what I crave!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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Written In The Sheets

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My Bed
My bed sheets
Are the story of my love life with you
When we turn down the sheets together and climb in
We write out our love poem
Our bodies-the plumes
We jot hurriedly
We scribble
We choose our words to match our actions
We decide..together, the rhythm of our song
Some lines are passionate
Some lines are torrid
Some lines are tender
Some lines are down right naughty
Above all else: We’re TRUE
The actions behind our words
Are all deliberate
Everything we do with each other
Is with purpose and intentional-if our bed could talk…
Oh my! It’d speak the story of true love unfolding
Our bed sheets: Where we record our own private love story!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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WARS

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APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH!!!
Inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in 1996, National Poetry Month is now held every April, when schools, publishers, libraries, booksellers, and poets throughout the United States band together to celebrate poetry and its vital place in American culture.www.poets.org/npm/

WARS
Everyone I know is at war
Some with themselves
Some with others
Wars are ensuing all around
Wars of the will
Wars of the aged
Wars of the youth-against an all corrupt machine
Wars of the mind
Battle of wits
Leave you feeling empty
Devoid of feeling
Dejected-rejected
From time immemorial
We’ve been at war
Yes, this little sphere of green and blue
We all call home has known nothing but war:
2 brothers fought
Cain murdered Abel in cold blood
Only because he was jealous
Father against son
Son against father
That was King David’s plight
Then David warred after a wife not his own
Killing a innocent man on account of his lust

I wonder if the earth ever weeps
When all it’s known is war

This group against that one
It all starts out small
Then it’s no longer brother against brother
Soon the conflict turns neighbor against neighbor
Town against town
City against city
Pretty soon it becomes nation against nation
Until it blows up in to a full fledged world war
And what has all this accomplished?
Are we really better off?
Do we have more oil?
Do we have more land?
Do we have more of whatever the hell we went to war for?
Are we richer for it?
Of course not!

Because think of it:
Very seldom does war bring LOVE

Now a days an unborn baby has to war to exist
A young woman conceives
Then she’s cast into an arena of ideas and notions
Demanding she end that precious live God gave her
In ancient Rome people went before hungry lions
When they opposed the status quo
To oppose the status quo of our day-Is to be fed lies by the starving lions
Who seek to kill, steal and destroy

So where are we today?
Are we better off than the old Roman empire?
We may not be viewing their bloody sports in blood drenched arenas
But they’re destroying others who think differently
Who dare to stand alone
Just dare to not conform
Try it one time
You’ll quickly find yourself out in the cold
Alone and ostracized
By the greater majority
Don’t be fooled
Though the ancient blood spattered arenas have long since vanished
Today we have:
Churches
Public schools
Corporations
Hospitals
Don’t conform in those modern day arenas
Voice your unique thoughts
And you’ll end up in the lion’s den
We are at war!
Wars have never stopped
We are at war
When did war usher in true peace?

Think on this:
Very seldom does war bring LOVE

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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