FREEDOM IS WHAT I CRAVE

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

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

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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DARK ROOM

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

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…

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…

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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CONTRADICTION

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

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At Your Feet

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

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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