Category: Family Life

Notes From My Amusing Muse

Art is all around us. Art like love has to be seen with the eyes of the heart first. What comes from the heart, goes to the heart. Whether it’s light or dark, matters not. Art is all around just like love is. If you’re blind,  you’re going to miss it .Even the darkest of souls can produce breath-taking art. For you see, to  make art one must have faith in the unseen. It takes the tiniest seed of faith, like that of a mustard seed, to move mountains. So with a minuscule grain of belief, one can see the unseen, speak the unspoken, write the unwritten. Reach the unreachable, touch the untouchable,love the unlovable. Thaw out the glaciers in another’s soul. Start a bon fire in a heart full of ashes.

Art transcends time and space. As artists we grow frustrated because we live on a 2 dimensional plain;when we know that the 3rd dimension and dimensions beyond that  do  exist. We travel to those dimensions, while day dreaming and at night we continue dreaming with our eyes closed. Artists are time travelers. We journey there and bring back snap shots of it. Through our artistic expression, we pull the future into the now. We travel back in time using our passion as our time machine;we learn from the past’s light and dark moments. We honor fallen heroes. We keep the memory of our ancestors alive  and pay homage to them by telling their stories through different forms of self-expression. We stay in the present as well, knowing that above all, what matters most is living fully, NOW! We do so to capture it in its purest form so we can pass it down to unborn generations.

It takes courage to be an artist in our world, But then again,I believe all artists at all times have needed pluckiness as well. Leonardo Da Vinci and his plans for a flying machine; what did his contemporaries say when he showed them the sketches for it . Or, did he even have the nerve to show them? Mark Twain penned Captain Stormfield’s Visit to Heaven; a book that in my humble opinion is his best masterpiece. He worked on it through out his life and had it published posthumously. It took boldness to write his account oh how he saw heaven. Could it be he chose to protect his work from viscous critics and only to share it with the world once he vacated its premises?

It takes valor to live the life of an artist:

To write from your gut.

To dance your heart out.

To invent something that will help humanity.

To sing a new song to the heart-broken.

To compose symphony after symphony while you’re completely deaf. That must have taken Mr. Beethoven extra nerve.

It takes true grit to paint when you’re almost legally blind, Mr. Monet produced the best work of his career when he lost his sight.

It takes  bravery to put a pencil to your mouth and draw amazing pictures when you’re a paraplegic in a wheelchair.

It takes gallantry to go from once having played the role of Superman;flying around in his red cape .Leaping over tall buildings in one single bound. To end up in a wheel chair for the rest of his life, yet touching the masses more than when he appeared on the silver screen.

What about the young Spaniard soccer player who hurt himself in a car accident and lost his passion for life when he couldn’t do what he loved most. Then he gets a guitar and turned world-wide recording artist.These and numerous more artists continue to beckon us all to follow our hearts and listen to our gut

Art creates ambience. Art instills feeling and gives a place its soul.Art is alive and has a heart beat, Even dark,moody art can inspire;it can let us know we’re not alone in our own darkness. Art can make you feel a mess inside and it can quiet your restless heart. 3 little letters combine to make such a powerful word.Like love, which is one letter more; the shortest words can create beauty or wreak havoc.

Perhaps artists are closest to God‘s heart because we’re foolish enough to see the unseen,then we believe it and finally,we make something from nothing. There is love,there is faith and then, there’s art. The 3 work together,always to benefit us all.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

Tucson Spring

His Guitar Menagerie

He picked her up

He ran his sinewy hands on her curvy body

He touched all of her contours deliberately

Every finger he placed on her neck was calculated

Her long neck he studied inch by inch

His rough hands traveled further south

Until he reached her opening

He had been looking for a certain sound

He’d been at this search of his for quite some time now

He knew the price of a good instrument

Searched high and low for The One

A trained musician was he

Willing to pay top dollar for her

And one day he found me….

 

He saw me and knew what he’d found

He ran his  rough hands on my curvy body

He touched all of my contours deliberately

Every finger he placed on my neck was calculated

My long neck he studied inch by inch

His hands traveled further south

Until he reached my opening

I was that sound he’d been looking for

And since he claimed to be an expert musician,I let him in

Only to find out soon enough, I’d be treated like he treated his prized guitars

 

I thought with me he’d be different

I was after all, his highest commodity

His most valued of all his possessions

I could not have been more wrong

For you see, he was deaf all along

And he’d never planned on hearing my song

 

From day one he’d said

“My guitar is my other woman.”

I should have known with him

I’d be good as dead

With him I’d grow old

And become one of his old unsung hymns

But I thought I’d give him a try

C’mon someone had to break and get in right?

It damn near cost me my sanity

It damn near cost me my life

It damn near cost me my sight

He treated me like one of his fucking guitars

 

Year in and year out

On my heart

He placed a dark mark

Pretty soon he put me in a corner

Right next to his cherry red Strat

Right next to his rosewood Gibson

Below was his onyx colored Fender

Above me, the queen of us all: His 12 string

We all were there collecting dust

Over the years he’d grow dissatisfied and he’d trade one of us in

To him this trade-off was no big thing

 

Living with an insane guitarist

I became the outsider

Looking in on his guitar museum

Like a lone drifter, like a wandering tourist

And that’s how it came to be

He treated me like one of his fucking guitars

All of his moves although as smooth as can be

Were lacking of passion: Cold,rehearsed and calculated

And day by day

I felt as if I was going insane

And night by night

I gave up and I never again sang

 

Until the day came

When I found my dignity

And I decided to vacate the premises

Of his mad guitar museum

I said good-bye to his Strat

I told her to stop being a spoiled brat

I kissed Gibson on the cheek

And told her to stop being so weak

He’s been done with you-last time he touched you was more than a week

Then I saluted the queen-the 12 string

And she looked at me

With a little envy

She knew like all the rest

I was leaving for good

 

He soon found out I was done

And he was suddenly alarmed

Even asked me with his voice trembling,

” Why do you seek to bring me harm?”

I told him, ” I’m not yours. I never was. I can never compete with your other woman

That’s right, stay with your precious guitars

I am not made of wood

I am not made of metal

You never planned to make me your number one

You never cared. You never could

I refuse to be part of your guitar menagerie

You’ve brought me great misery

I have been in great agony

Why I stayed for so long

Is truly a grave mystery

It has even killed my song

I have to go find it again

Take care. So Long!

 

And I walked out the front door

And suddenly I heard a crashing noise

Behind me there, on the red tile floor

He’d smashed his queen-the 12 string

She lay there in bits

By then it was too late

I was out of there…I had found my wings

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

guitar menagerie

 

 

Your Beauty Hides Inside Your Beast

You hurl insults

Like a monkey hurls feces

Like a hippo in a battle

Like a stampede of angry cattle

You hurl insults so fast

In the presence of your temper

You,your shadow cast

You’re bitter about everything

You there, the girl with the short past

No one is safe

From your bitter distemper

You’re the heroin

In your own self-made dramas

Oh please,please,please,child

Save the drama from everyone

Keep it far,far from your Mama

So STOP!!

Stop acting like such a beast

A beast of prey

You’re the beauty

In your own self-created beast

Only you have the answers inside

To appease your own beast

Cease and desist

You’re on the wrong road

Cease and desist

Go find your prince to kiss

He is there,on that lowly toad

Get up off that low road

You’ve traveled on it for so long

Life really isn’t such a terrible load

C’mon, come up higher

Humble yourself and dwell in your humble abode

You’re the beauty inside your own beast

Let her come out to play

Let her be herself every once in a while

Stop being fake;put off that costume today

BE YOURSELF!

Have your own style

Empower yourself

The time to change is NOW

Please,no further delay

BE YOUR OWN HERO…

Eva Santiago copyright 2013

Flavorless Salt

Too many people

Think they know too many things

Fact is they only know facts

In the end we know nothing at all

What happens when we fall?

We fall from:

Grace

Our place

A tree

We fall out of:

A window

LOVE

An Airplane

Cars

Hot air balloons

We fall into:

Arms

Beds

Chairs

Water

We fall into:

Despair

When we think things aren’t fair

Then we feel sorry for ourselves

And some one should kick us in the rear

We fall into despair

When a shit we don’t give

And we think no one cares

Then we go molly grubbing

And we stay there a while

Think it’s ok

To not one single fuck give

And let’s never again smile

What we forget is:

To give is to live

Take what’s not yours

And die a little inside

Take and not give

You become full of holes

Like an old sieve

And now life sifts right through you

You’ll have to be thrown out

Like flavorless salt.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

Solitude2

PAINT!

PAINT!

The canvas doesn’t lie

So don’t be a pesky ‘lil fly

The canvas is my friend

On it my frustrations die

 

The paints on my brush

They quiet and they hush

My ever aching soul

My ever aching heart

 

Wet paint is my balm

To smooth out all the wrinkles

To soothe and calm my soul

The paints oh how they calm!

 

My canvas can be anything I choose:

Cotton,linen,paper,rock

This is where I never lose

Rock-paper-scissors

 

The canvas is better than a lover

I can be me

I can discover

I can fly

I can swim

I can sink

I can fling paint angrily

Or I can use paint sparingly

 

The canvas is my silent partner

My accomplice

Together we conspire

It knows my long-held desire

It knows who lights my fire

It senses when conditions are dire

It directs me as when to retire

 

The canvas is my date

It never stands me up

It never arrives late

It is quite the perfect play mate

It never keeps me waiting

It never says it’ll call

And then it doesn’t

it never looks for an excuse

I’d rather paint than be out dating:

An idiot

A moron

A clown

A buffoon

Better to paint

So my heart won’t faint

 

So whether you use:

Brushes

Knives

Even your 10 fingers

Your cat’s very tail

Yeah, that’s how they got 9 lives!

 

Paint your troubles away

When you feel lonely

PAINT!

When you feel”

bad,mad,sad:

PAINT!

When you feel misunderstood:

PAINT!

When you hear,” You should…”

Don’t should on yourself:

PAINT!

When chaos is your daily bread:

PAINT!

When you feel as good as dead:

PAINT!

 

Identify your pain in the paint

Look pain in the eye

Use it to your advantage

Then lose your pain in the paint

 

Paint and grow wings

Those wings will cause your to soar

You’ll leave normal behind

You’ll not be the same for ever more

PAINT!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

 

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Blind Man’s Braille

I found God in your kiss   2renfair

God is breath

We all carry His breath

Until our last day

Until our death

I found God in your kiss

A moment of pure bliss

One I’d never miss

One  I  can’t  easily dismiss

I found God in your touch

Like a blind man

Your fingertips caress my flesh

I am your blind man’s braille

My love for you will never fail…

I found God in your eyes

I heard God in your sighs

The darkness is a place of lies

Everytime we kiss-

The darkness in me dies

Everytime we touch-

I become stronger

I can stand longer

So I throw away my crutch.

Eva Santiago copyright 2013

 

COURAGE

It takes courage to love

It takes courage to say,” I love you.”

It takes courage to look into your lover’s eyes  in the middle of love making, and tell him,” Te amo.”

It takes courage to hug and kiss in public

It takes courage to let go when you’ve been hanging on for so long and so tightly

It takes courage to be vulnerable

It takes courage to be intimate for intimacy implies: IN-TO-ME-SEE…do I really want you to?

It takes courage to forgive

It takes courage to loan your heart to some one hoping they won’t dash it to bits under their big, clumsy foot

It takes courage to forgive yourself

It takes courage to cut yourself some slack

It takes courage to tell your spouse,”We’re over. I’ve moved on. I want to be happy because I deserve a little happiness in my life.”

It takes courage to live life with gusto

It takes courage to smile when you’ve no reason to

It takes courage to face the darkness of your own soul and that of another’s

It takes courage to welcome the light of  love into your heart’s darkest corners

It takes courage to admit you’ve lost your way

It takes courage to admit you’ve fallen short

It takes courage to admit you fucked up royally

It takes courage to seek reconciliation

It takes courage being humble and staying that way

It takes courage telling the truth,knowing you’ll lose a friend or all your so-called friends. For you see, a true friend, loves  always; when you tell them the truth, it’s a test of your friendship. Truth does 2 things: It can liberate or imprison. If you accept it; you set yourself free. If you don’t , you’re in your own self-made prison cell.

It takes courage to be a friend

It takes courage to admit you need love

It takes courage to admit to your needs

It takes courage to not bitch slap some one who offends  your spirit every single day just by their presence

It takes courage to show love to your enemies

It takes courage to not cast one single stone in the face of provocation

It takes courage to remain calm as a tarantula is crawling up my leg.HA!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

Wipe Away the Tears

Why oh why is it

The long departed

Visit us in our dreams?

Do the get lonely for us?

Do they miss the good times?

Do they try to correct a wrong?

Do they try to warn us?

DO they miss talking with us?

Mark Twain penned: “What a man mostly misses in heaven is company.”

Sounds legit don’t it?

Could heaven ever feel lonely?

Would we be sad and miss some body?

Oh, every tear will be wiped away!

Believe that!

Used to think ther’d be no tear spillage in heaven

There’s no promise of that anywhere

Just saying tears won’t be shed everywhere

Some one will be there to wipe them away

When the vastness of that place

Causes us to feel small

Some one will come to wipe our tears away

‘Cause heaven aint like here

Heaven is a place where we cry-

But in our weeping,we’ll not be alone

Here we run away to cry

Afraid to let anyone in

Here we cry in shame

We cry and cry and we still feel the same

There we cry

And some one will be there

In heaven our tears are collected

In heaven our tears count for prayers

In heaven not a single one of us is neglected…..

Eva Santiago copyright 2013

It’s a Mad,Mad,Mad,World!

She’s twerking-

in front of the masses

Her adoring fans look on

Some in disgust

Others just guffaw

 

MTV is not for music anymore

Mom and jackass TV is more like it

Young teens having babies

And the media glamorizes it

 

Ben Affleck will be the next Bat Man

Is splashed across the internet

Is the head line maker

Really? Seriously?! Who the hell cares!

 

Meanwhile mid night raids are happening

In remote,far away places

Drones taking out villages

Villagers killed in their sleep wearing expressionless faces

 

It’s a mad,mad,mad world!

The media wamts us all dumb

It’s a mad,mad,mad,world!

They want us all on prescription meds-looking and feeling glum

 

It’s a mad,mad,mad world!

Don’t trust mary the iguana

She’ll kill you

She’s the gate way drug

Like the Pied Piper of Hamlin

She’ll lead your children astray

 

It’s a mad,mad,mad, world!

When men call evil, good

When men call good, evil

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013