Category: Bright Spot Log!

MIRACLE MAGNET

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I shut the voice of reason up
Telling it to go to hell!
Miracles are chased away by reasoning
I wanna be a miracle magnet
Not a miracle repellant
It’s my choice!

It’s YOUR choice
What are ya gonna do?
Keep reasoning away life’s mysteries-
You’ll never see the glory of a rose in full bloom
The sun rising and setting will elude you
A new born’s scent will not reach your nose to awaken your tender self
A child’s laugh will bypass your hearing and you’ll not be sweet and innocent
Spring time rains will never mist the parched places of your heart

BE A MIRACLE MAGNET!
See the sun rise and setting on a rose’s single petal
A new born’s scent will permeate your being
For you too,came from God’s own throne room
You once came from heaven
And back to heaven is where your heart longs to return
You’ll hear the music that is childhood’s laughter
Your heart will sing the melody right back to you
So arise from your ashes and go forth
The day is fast approaching
When you’ll no longer have a choice
Make up your mind before it’s too late…

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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DARK ROOM

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My home is a dark room
Negatives exposed to light
Composition taking place
Light filters for enhancement
We are making history
We are mending hearts
We are setting the captives free
Not by power
Not by might
But by the power of the living God
We have vision
We have purpose
We have destiny
And no one’s gonna stop us
Because from this dark room come:
The greatest stories ever told!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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Too Many Questions..Not Enough Answers

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We all must change this
But not for ourselves so much
We all must change this
For the generations coming after us
What are we leaving them?
What will they remember us for?
Will we be called great ancestors?
Will we be called ancestral failures?
Will they hate us or
Will they thank us?

Eva Santiago copyright 2014

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WE ARE LOVE…

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Love is not:
Exchanged looks
Exchanged hugs
Exchanged kisses
Stolen Kisses
Hugs that last more than 2 minutes
Long love-making sessions
Quick ones and in between ones
Looking into each other’s eyes while we make love
Whispering your name in your ear as you make me yours
Dirty talk in between the sheets
Sending you random ILY texts
Making your favorite dish
You making me laugh
Cuddling while watching a movie on the couch
Holding each other into the night ’til daylight
None of these , as great as they are, are love because…
WE ARE LOVE
LOVE IS WHO WE ARE!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

Lazarus Come Forth…

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In honor of spring, I wrote this the other night at my Young Poets Revolution, poetry open mic night. Spring is one of my favorite seasons. HAPPY SPRING 2014 ALL!!!

Now is here
What are you gonna do?
NOW is what counts
STOP!
LOOK!
LISTEN!
Now is what’s alive
The past will drown
Suffocate-kill you
The past is dead
Let it GO!
The past is a ghost:
“Lazarus,come forth!”
He left his past
Inside his stinky tomb
The future is untold:
Uncertain
Unpromised
Unfulfilled
It’ll be here sooner than a blink
Why pine away for what was?
Why long for what’s unsure?
Put away your gadgets and look at who sits in front of you NOW!
Now matters a hell of a lot
Feel the sunshine, NOW!
Play in the rain, NOW!
Make love intensely, NOW!
Love all your kids, NOW!
Hug like crazy, NOW!
Don’t waste one single second hating
Don’t waste one single moment regretting and fretting
NOW you are needed
NOW you’re alive
Live for today and fuck all the rest!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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happy spring

spring 2014

CONTRADICTION

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Used to be torn
Right in two
Pieces of me strewn all over
After a life time with you
After a life time of your hate
I discovered to love instead of hate
You tried to break me
You’re the one now torn
Bits of you lay scattered
Tossed about haphazardly
By your own hand
You chose this for your destiny

I am not the one
Laying naked on the floor
I am now the one
Clothed in another man’s love
You said so many damned times,
“I love you”
And I not once believed you
Because your balled up fists
Spoke way more than your words
” I love you,” you said
By your side, I always felt dead
Your love was in question
Every single day I shared my life with you

For you see: To love is to clothe
To hate is to expose
To love is to compose
To hate is to dethrone
To love is to protect
To hate is to defraud
To love is to secure
To hate is to unhinge
To love is to embrace
To hate is to cast aside
And cast me aside you did
To love is to kiss
But all you knew how to give
Were the fake kisses of Judas the traitor high priest
To love is to bless
To hate is to curse
And you did curse me with your fake confessions of love
To love is to be honest
To hate is to lie
To love is to see
To hate is blindness
To love is to feel
My love for you always chose to see past your evil delusions

I don’t miss you
I don’t miss us because you and me never became us
You were and still are YOU
I am me, still searching for my us…but never again with you.
I am fine now
No longer torn am I
No longer naked and bound on the floor
My faith has come back stronger than before
I am growing whole
I’ve nothing left to lose
Because even though you cost me a great deal
I soar daily as an eagle
Arising daily from my smoldering ashes
And my heart has found a home
A home worthy of my heart
A heart worthy of my home
And daily I fly to meet him…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=co6WMzDOh1o

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

At Your Feet

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At your feet
I feel no pain from the defeat
At your feet
Light pushes the darkness in me back
At your feet
I find my once lost beat
At your feet
My pain is certain
But my joy knows no bounds
At your feet
My worries,doubts and fears fade
At your feet
Down I lay every one of my burdens
And pick up life’s eternal crown
At your feet
My tears unleash a torrent of my love for you
At your feet
Is where I’ll always want to be
At your feet
At your feet
At your feet.

Eva Santiago copyright 2014

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God’s Workmanship

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I wrote this poem back in 2001. I remember writing so fast because I felt like my pen was going to burst and catch fire if I didn’t move it at the speed that my brain was beckoning it to go. I hope you enjoy it and may it bring you hope!

The Master forever works,creates,perfects
A living canvas
Chooses and mixes the various paints
What starts out in chaos He perfects
With His discriminating eye, He constantly scrutinizes…
The past He obscures in shades of grey
Lest you forget from where you came
In dazzling hues, He accentuates
Those things about you that deeply touch and delight Him
When you’re feeling frustrated and forgotten
DO NOT FEAR!
The Master is letting you rest
There are layers of paint that must dry-
Deep seated issues that can’t be worked out over night
Tomorrow He’ll pick it right back up
Then there are days of non-stop work
The canvas cries out,” I’m tired! I’ve had enough!”
The Master ignores your pleas
He alone knows when to cease
At times when your fears seem insurmountable
and failure is your constant companion
Rest assured, the plan is always bigger than the canvas
He will work it ALL out!
Those things that hurt you
The wounding you have suffered
He mixes them with dark shades of crimson
Reminding you He’s been there with you
Holding you as you were shamed and mistreated

Alas, The Master stands back
His living canvas is nearing completion…NOT!
This is a lifetime’s work
May the essence of God forever wash on your living canvas!
You ARE His work of art on display!

Eva Santiago copyright 2014

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YOUNG POETS REVOLUTION (YPR)

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Dear readers, 2014 has begun with a BIG BANG for me! I was able to start my poetry group again. Due to unfortunate set backs, I had to put that labor of love aside for all of 2013. If you knew about my group back in 2012, we called ourselves The Henderson Poets. Now we have assumed a new name: YOUNG POETS REVOLUTION (YPR). We meet Tuesday nights at 7:30 pm at, https://www.facebook.com/thecoffeehouseonwaterstreet , the same venue that used to host us as the Henderson Poets. Our mission at YPR: To discover fresh, new voices who have not been heard before or who are struggling to be heard. YPR is open to ALL age groups!.  If you’re in our area, join  my lovely co-host, Elena Isabel Da’Silva and me, as we present  some amazingly talented local poets and musicians in Henderson,NV.ypr2

Eva Santiago, Copyright 2014

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Verve- a Rare Word for Talent

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What’s in Your cup these days?

Is it a monster that keeps you up at night

And speeds up your heart beat

Only to slow you down, making you feel as if you’ve lead feet?

Is it a red bull that causes you to panic

and makes you feel draggy

all the while you think you’re in Pamplona

with a hundred mad bulls raging after you?

What’s in MY cup these days?!?!

I am a no-nonsense kind of girl

I like neither hype  nor  whimsical fanfare

I do like things organic in nature

My food and my drink-

My kids must adore it, or else I won’t care

My food and my drink-

Must give me great nails and wonderful hair

So what’s in my cup these days?!?!?!

Well you asked, so I must tell you

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Drink one and you’ll give up the monster

Drink two and the red bull goes away

Drink three or more

And you’ll experience vitality galore

So what are you waiting for?

Verve is not available in any store

So email this poet to  find out more!

 

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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Verve-

1. great vitality, enthusiasm, and liveliness; sparkle
2. a rare word for talent
1.  vivaciousness or liveliness; animation.

2. enthusiasm or vigor, as in literary or artistic work; spirit.
3. Archaic. talent.