TURN IT OFF AND TUNE IN

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

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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MIRACLE MAGNET

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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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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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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WILD HEART

I had a dream last night
I met up with my wild heart
“Hey! What’s up?” He said
“Who are you?” I asked nervously
” I’m the one to take you to your destiny!” He proudly proclaimed
Oh, I shook
Oh, I quivered
Oh, I shrank back in fear….

He was like no other yet I liked him, not understanding why. He pushed me to the precipice of my unlived life, daring me to take a leap of faith. My heart pounded as a kettle drum keeping time in an orchestra. He glanced at me and tossed his head back laughing heartily, not at me, but at the unspoken fear that hung on me like visible grave clothes. The more I hung out with my wild heart, I grew to like him by the second.
He was:
Magnetic
Enigmatic
Prophetic
He spoke truth piercing words that stung my lazy , stagnant flesh. He was gently prodding me awake and I wasn’t minding it one bit. Wild heart showed me my past and for the first time in my whole existence, I felt no shame. He explained that it’s because I’ve overcome all the pain with his help.
“Wait,” I asked, confused, ” We’ve met before?”
Wild Heart was amused with my question and answered me with a twinkle in his eye,
“I was with you from day one. You just never took the time to acknowledge me before. You listened to all the shoulds and should nots so I had to stay quiet and let you make up your mind.”
By the way, His sea-green eyes were deep pools of love, knowledge and understanding; I had to make myself not stare into them too intently or I’d drown in them.
” My deep apologies for not having listened to you until now,” I offered lamely. Wild Heart just gave me a hug as all my worries melted in his warm embrace; very much like the sun melts a piece of snow covered ground.

Next, Wild Heart took me to a high wall. It was the highest I’ve ever been and he picked me up with his steady hands, about to dunk me into a pool of sparkling waters with depths unknown to me. I was used to living in the lows of life so this didn’t startle me. Wild Heart sensed this some how, so just as quickly, he picked me up and twirled me about, way above the ground, much like a daddy does with an unsuspecting ,trusting infant. I wasn’t even dizzy and I never closed my eyes once, like the old me would have done. I was wide awake as I began to see everything around me in a new perspective. Once he put me down I asked,
“Why did you do that just now?”
” You’ve not really lived ’til now.” He paused to let his words sink into the depths of my soul.
” But,but,what?!” I stammered in disbelief, thinking I had accomplished so much for my 40 something years.
” No offense, but you’re young still,” he said with a wink.
” You’ve so much more to see, to hear, to feel, to touch, to smell. So many more people left for you to love. Your work has only just begun.”
I was overwhelmed now, Wild Heart could sense it and he added,
” Your time here is multiplied when you follow Me, your Wild Heart because you’re no longer living according to some one else’s rules. Live the kingdom life and you become immortal, eternal and unforgettable. Follow me and you’ll do so much more.” I found my voice and I asked him,
“When and where do I start?” He commended me,
“You’ve had a great start. Now, you just keep waking up the wild hearts who have fallen asleep and fallen by the wayside. That’s your task.” I was taken aback as I asked,
” So you’re pleased with the little I’ve done so far?” Putting his muscly arms around me he held me closely,
” Yes, indeed I AM that I AM!. And now go on, it’s time to brush off the gold dust of yesterday’s glories. Continue on your journey down this path that will bring you that crown which you’ll eventually cast down at my feet on that day of all days.”

Wild Heart left me with a riddle and my wild heart awakened beating as a kettle drum. Now the orchestra played a new symphony. I jumped out of my bed, fresh, alive and with new thoughts. I know where I’m going and I’ll never again not follow my wild heart. I bid you, I dare you, I implore you….won’t you do the same?!

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

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

Don’t Fear Your Wild Heart

Don’t fear your wild heart
Out of it come life’s finest treasures
Don’t fear your wild heart
It fuels your most intimate of passions
Don’t fear your wild heart
It makes you feel the highest and lowest compassion
Don’t fear your wild heart
It’s why you’re not numb
Don’t feel your wild heart
It feeds your wildest imaginations
Don’t fear your wild heart
In it,faith,hope and love thrive
Don’t fear your wild heart
It is the antithesis to all that your brain denies
Don’t fear your wild heart
It draws you away from the mundane
To soar higher and graze upon greener pastures
Don’t fear your wild heart
It makes you feel the sharpest of pain
It opens the door for you to change
Don’t fear your wild heart
It makes you feel love’s width ,depth, height and circumference

The most alive people
All posses wild hearts beating passionately, madly , boldly
The most alive people
Have all feared our wild hearts at some point
Then we awoke
After feeling like long dead corpses
We fell into a deep slumber
When we no longer followed our wild hearts
We succumbed to fear
Go on,put your hand to your chest
How fast does your heart beat?
Or can you barely pick up a pulse?
W.A.R.N.IN.G.:
My message
My words
My stories
My poems
Are not for the faint hearted
I come to awaken your wild heart
But that’s only if you want it!

Eva Santiago copyright 2014

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