Category: Life:101
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 #22
Midnight’s End
A small crimson velvet pouch
With jewelry from his mother
His only connection to her
He opens it slowly,carefully, apprehensively
His heart pounding inside his chest
Drops of sweat dotting his upper lip
The silent ghost now attempting to speak:
An oval, Art Deco gold locket,
An amethyst ring,
A silver key
His stubby,clumsy fingers stumbling to open the locket
The tiny door to the past flies open
Cradling a curly lock the color of midnight’s end
Holds it to his nose and closes his eyes
Trying to breathe in her spirit
Puts it back in its cradle with utmost care
So as not to disturb the ghost in the grave
Picks up the amethyst ring
Reads the inscription: “Para mi esposa preciosa”
He knows his mother’s language; not the author behind the words
A tear trickles down his left cheek; mixing with nervous sweat
The ornately carved ring-resembles his intricate life
The multifaceted stone-his many faces
Picks up the silver key-it’s not dainty
Something a man would carry
Holds on to it tightly- takes it to the locked chest
Will it open it?
What’s in the chest?
Are all the rumors true?
With knees knocking,stoops down, inserts the silver key
It slides in,finding its long lost home
He opens the cedar chest
A scent of tobacco and Chanel No. 5 escape
At the bottom of the chest, a hand written note
A woman’s dainty cursive rests on yellowed,wrinkled stationary:
A rose in pre-bloom
But that time did not wither
A Promise of love
A love that wasn’t-but that still lives on.
Her picture falls out,he flips it over
A bloody finger print stamped in back
Are the rumors true?
Did she suffer violence?
Is the finger print hers?
Or does it belong to her killer?
Too many damned clues-waiting to be solved
He puts it all back
Curiosity has vanished like a mist into the pre-dawn
Stuffs her picture-a young woman with a pained smile
in his coat pocket,next to his heart
Leaves the mystery in the chest
Reads the note-eulogizing her.
Closes the chest
Walks away
Never looking back
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
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 #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 