Category: Bright Spot Log!
Busy Mind #24
Comes Divine Intervention
Music
Silence
Mutability
Living
The road less traveled
Took me to a beach at night
Money isn’t everything
Music
Silence
Mutability
Living
Dissatisfied genius
Like a bird in a cage
Whose song has ceased
Strange inventions
Act I- Birth
Act II-Childhood
Act III- Adulthood
Act IV- Death
Music
Silence
Mutability
Living
The awful night thunders of revenge
Going for a walk
I’m going home
Dissatisfied genius
Strange inventions
I’m not alone here
From way up above
Comes divine intervention.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Busy Mind #23
R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N.
Encounter in Illinois
Footsteps
WATCH OUT!!
Look where you’re going
Invisible man with a monkey’s paw
In the August heat
Nobody prepares you for this stage of life
When your own blood shoots you dead
Right there, in the wilderness
It’s science fiction and fantasy
The lines are blurred
Where does fantasy begin?
Where does reality end?
It’s a fine line
Betwixt religion and hypocrisy
We’re at war
Science fiction and fantasy
The blood of the martyrs
Will once again spill into the streets
When a visit to grandma’s
May save your own soul
Where you’ll sit on the old rocking horse
And know you’re a winner
The lottery is fixed
The outcome is fixed
And the young ones will sing
The ballad of the harp-weaver
A ballad from hell-will be the antidote
To break the wicked spell.
This time next year
The raven will come
To dance with the skater of ghost lake
As the young ones sing
The ballad of the harp-weaver
This time next year
Reality will face off with fantasy
We’ll all be at war
We are the people
We are the mob
We fixed the lottery
We fixed the outcome
We are the bloodied martyrs
On whose blood covered streets
Our own blood we’re spilling
We are the people
We are the mob
Together unstoppable
Together invincible
They can’t shut us up
We sing the ballad of the harp-weaver
We broke hell’s spell
Our children arise
Arise from the ashes
Our children the stars shining brightly
Get ready people
Freedom is here
There’s nothing left to fear!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Busy Mind #21
I woke up shaking
Alone in my room
The gray sheet-a twisted rope
Breathing as if from running
Motionless-for the longest while
Laying on my back-spread-eagle
Staring up at the spackled ceiling
With ear in tune to other sounds from the house:
A teapot whistling
A smoker’s sputum filled, hacking cough
A long drawn out yawn
My dog barking at the approaching mail man
Ma’s bacon sizzling on the cast iron griddle
In the shower, a girly voice singing Taylor Swift‘s “Mean”
The soft hum of the 5 blade fan over my bed
I had been dreaming
I woke up trembling-not sure why
The dream’s detail’s eluded me
I was certain I was running
This was recurrent
A previous condition
For a prolonged time; no dreams would come
Then with out notice, they’d return
A whole flood of them- a torrent even
I’d put off going to bed ’til I’d succumb to my restlessness
R.E.M. would kick in-to suck me into the vortex
I’d fall asleep frightened-to awaken terrified
I’d calm myself by listening to Ludwig’s “Moonlight Sonata”
Watching the smoke from a neglected pipe rise to my spackle ceiling.
I’d run away all of my life
At 16 I ran from my ma
Left her a note in chicken scratch
Told her not to worry
When I was 22, she died
Then the runaway returned
To her still, cold body waiting for me in a pine box
The old place-resembled a macabre masterpiece by Goya
The house stood naked, paint pealing-like a harlot in need of a manicure
An old rain coat stuffed in the front bay window
Bright yellow police taped blared at me:
“STAY THE HELL OUT VAGRANTS AND RUNAWAYS!”
That’s what my eyes read
My eyes red-from stinging tears
Once again,returned all of my fears
I stared at my reflection
In the old cracked oval gold leaf mirror
Left outside on the porch
Why did I run?
Where did I go?
Did nothing change?
I was still the same man…
That guy with a previous condition.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Altered Book: Exploring Literature/Lynn Altenbernd
Busy Mind # 15
The preacher’s daughter
Quasi perfection
Like a Marlon Brando movie
Something forbidden
A short ride
Ten miles out
He rode away
Leaving Chloe there-hurting,scared and ashamed
The product of unspoken pain
No money to feed another
Chloe wished to die
Tainted child-product of an evil act
Was Chloe a monster?
Her bottomless grief-a maelstrom of darkness
The pages fell shut
What time was it?
Time to go back
No more family secrets.
Eva Santiago copyright 2013
Altered Book: Family Secrets/Cheryl Zach
Busy Mind #10
I came upon this great site to help stimulate my muse. I will share the poems I come up with. This is fun to do and gets my creative juices flowing. Happy hunting, poetry really IS everywhere, you just have to pay attention 🙂
Cut the bindings off books found at a used book store. Find poems in the pages by the process of obliteration. Put pages in the mail and send them all around the world. Lather, rinse, repeat.
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2uRi6r/www.logolalia.com/alteredbooks/
The merry group gathered
Talking with the fishermen
At the edge of the ice
To show me the fish swimming in the water
And I plunged feet first
Through the opening into the water below
I resurfaced in the same spot
Shocked but intact and howling
The doctor was summoned
And he pronounced me well.
-Eva Santiago copyright 2013
Altered book: ELENA by Judith Egan
BUSY MIND #5
Roam if you want to.
Go where you want to.
Feel what you want, or don’t.
See what you want or, don’t.
Say what you want,or don’t.
Laugh only if it’s funny to you.
Cry only if it moves you.
Own yourself and be proud of yourself.
Hug if you want to or don’t.
Kiss if you feel like it or don’t.
Dance in the rain or don’t.
Walk when you feel like walking and don’t let anyone make you run if you don’t want to.
Share only if you want to because sometimes there are things that only belong to you.
Say no when you want to.
Say yes only when you want to.
Say, “ I love you.” Only when you want to and not because it was expected of you.
Be shy when you want to and when you want to be bold do it.
Be true only to you and own your truth.
Dance with someone or alone-but do it anyway.
Go where there are people or stay in alone.
Look at the sunset or don’t.
Write a love letter and keep it forever or not.
Write a love story and share or take it to your grave.
Compose a love song and sing it or not.
Whatever you do, do it for you!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
BUSY MIND #4
Travel Light
Don’t take any luggage.
Leave the old worn out dusty baggage behind-
it won’t serve you on this leg of your travels.
Travel light just with your thoughts, your pen and paper.
Let your mind photograph what’s important:
His smile, his holding your hand for the first time,
his first long, arduous kiss,
his long gaze not wanting to let go-
for fear you might disappear into his heart.
Travel light with only the clothes you own on your back.
Travel light and worry not about what you will eat tomorrow.
Travel light –
let your feet carry you into the unknown parts of your destiny.
Travel light and know that your bed and pillow are already provided for.
Travel light and carry only your torch of truth and conviction.
Travel light: It’s how His Spirit travels.
Travel light shedding years of misery and trauma by the road side.
Let the misery and trauma fall as thorns and thistles by the way side.
Travel light or progress won’t happen.
Travel light and remember the old paths only as reference points.
Travel light and follow the new map;
the old,torn, wrinkled map will get you lost.
Travel light and let the wings of your dreams carry you to new lands,
foreign to you alone who’ve not been there.
Travel light because your moving spirit journeys under no other circumstances.
Travel light because you’re growing and turning more in the image of the one who gave you wings.
Travel light because to stay in the same place all of your life is the death of your destiny.
-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Busy Mind #3
CARRY ON!
Carry on I shall because that is all I know to do.
When things are tough I carry on.
When my feelings are as tumultuous waves in a deep mysterious sea-
I carry on.
When my heart is a labyrinth of unexplainable emotions I carry on.
When my soul is divided, confused and bemused I carry on.
When defeat knocks at my door I carry on.
When victory embraces me into her sweet bosom I carry on.
When my feet are too tired to walk,
I dance as my way of showing life that I will indeed carry on.
When disappointment is consistent I carry on.
When loneliness jeers at me
Telling me I shall be forever alone, I carry on.
When fear encroaches upon me and I am scared of even my own waning shadow I carry on.
When tears are all that are forthcoming
I smile through my tears,
Showing adversity that I can indeed carry on.
When the burden I carry seems so heavy
that I feel crushed to fine powder, I carry on.
When lying tongues wickedly wag at me
Pointing accusatory fingers in my face, I carry on.
When I am looking for my soul mate I carry on because I know everyday that dawns on me I am getting closer to finding him or he finding me.
When I run out of words because the pain is excruciating I carry on.
When all I can do is wince I carry on.
When I see no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow I carry on.
When I see more darkness than light I carry on.
When I fall on the floor,
My soul feeling like a crumbled up piece of scribbled on paper, I carry on.
When My soul feels tarnished as copper no one has cleaned in years-
I carry on.
When I feel the silence threatening to drown my voice out
So I am never heard from again I carry on.
When I feel my light being dimmed as a swarm of locusts, by the chaos swarming around me,
I carry on.
When I don’t know what to feel I carry on.
When I don’t know what to say I carry on.
When I am not sure about anything I carry on.
When there are no answers I carry on.
When my questions far out number the grains of sand on the beach of my intended destiny and purpose, I carry on.
When I know that my knowledge and the depth of my understanding are not enough to help me through, I carry on.
When I feel like I am being tossed about in the wild ocean of my heart with out an anchor for my vessel, I carry on.
When I see no light house in sight and I feel my vessel is just about to ship wreck on the shores of my uncertainty, I carry on….WILL YOU??
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013 
Eva Santiago 