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Love Requires Relationship
How love dies:
When selfishness stabs it repeatedly
When betrayal bares ugly baby twins: Fear and Doubt
When truth is incessantly violated by a violent violator
Lies kill love quicker than Jaws devoured the flesh of a hundred victims
Crooked hearts fuck up tender hearts
Everything must die for anything to matter
And thus, lost love is found
Better to have been found than to stay perpetually lost
Independence kills love;
Love dies at the hand of lovers committing a million acts of independence
Love requires relationship:
To deny love of such, is to put your lover’s soul into an eternal state of spiritual anorexia
Love dies from careless lies whispered in the dark
Love dies when you unravel its mystery…
EVA SANTIAGO COPYRIGHT 2015
STRANGE CREATURES
We are such strange creatures!
We have to leave, to miss, and to be missed
We need space ,to feel closer to our loved ones
We have to give, to receive
We have to die, to live
We have to have known loss, so we can appreciate abundance
We have to have known darkness, so we can shine brightly through our being
We have to have been lost, to know the warm feeling of being found
We have to have tasted great hatred, so we can become great lovers
We have to have been buried, so we can sprout back up
We have to have been cut deeply and wide open, for blood to gush out, ushering in true healing
We have to have been cut, in order to be sutured
We have to have seen chaos, to appreciate harmony
We have to have heard cacophony, so we can hear beautiful sounds….
EVA SANTIAGO©2015-2024
LIGHT BEINGS
She’s the pebble that reflects the sun’s warm rays
She’s the paper he jots down all of his pent up frustrations upon
She’s the pen through which all of his hazy dreams ooze unto the blank lines of his journal
She’s the cracked pavement, a stage his shadow dances on, proving he is a being of light
He’s the wind who caresses the chimes, so her soul can sing when under duress
He’s the ray of light that escapes her heavily draped windows on the darkest, coldest of nights
He’s the anchor that grounds her storm tossed soul, keeping her from shipwreck
They’re each other’s: Pebble
Paper
Pen
Cracked pavement
Chime
Ray of light
Anchor
Together they ride the turbulent ocean waves
They are each other’s life raft, life saver, light house and final destination
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
Shreds
What is this tear in my heart?
My heart is shredded
I can’t even remember when it tore for the very first time; let alone the most recent
After all’s been said and done: I’m OK!
And after all that keeps coming my way: I’m OK!
Our hearts were made to withstand a lot more wear and tear than we want to admit
To love without measure
To love with a reckless abandon, is the way we were meant to love
Or, forget it and don’t even love at all
To love with all kinds of conditions, regulations and stipulations
Is no love at all
To love with a reckless abandon is to get your heart shredded
Once your heart ‘s been through the wood chipper
You are different for always….
Eva Santiago copyright 2015
WRITER’S BLOCK: Myth or Fact?
A while back my Mama and I were discussing “writer’s block“. My second daughter has also asked me what I think about it. I believe there isn’t such a thing as “writer’s block”; I told my Mama and my daughter, why further torture yourself when you haven’t anything to say. You see this is what I know from my own personal experience as a writer. I write when I have something to say; during those times when I don’t, I know my creative flow is marinading in its own juices, so why not be at peace with it instead of beating your creative being up?
I see it as a time of reflection, when I go out and enjoy life and with my mental camera, I’m snapping snap shots of life away and filing them for later use. So let me encourage you today by saying: Walk…
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EDEN
In the garden of Eden
Is where God met man’s needs
So He gave Him Eve
Who would help Adam to multiply his seeds
Through her kind words
Through her sensuous deeds…
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
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2 years ago, he left for good…
Our good, that is
2 years later, things that had to fall in place,have
Things that had to run by the wayside,did
Things that are still together
Are holding beautifully and without much effort
2 years ago, I didn’t know if I’d make it on my own
2 years later, indeed, I have!!
2 years ago, I needed reassurance that my life altering decision was the right one
Not just for me;for my kids too
2 years later, I only wonder why I waited so long
2 years ago, I wondered If I would regret ending it
2 years later, I stand firmly by my decision and I boldly proclaim:
I regret very little in this short life span I’ve lived
I have loved walking this path
Here’s to the many steps that I’ve left to take!!!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
Parents: We’re Weird Like That
To all fellow parents out there!!!
We hope our kids are growing
Then get sad when they do
Us parents, we’re weird like that
We hope they grow more independent
And when they take off on their own
We cry
We hope they need us less and less
Once they do, we wring our hands and pace the floor with worry
We hope our kids leave the nest
And once they do,
We’re devastated
We hope they find true love
And once they do,
We hope they won’t have too many heart breaks
We hope our kids grow up to be amazing people
And once they do
We hope they don’t forget us
Ahhh yes, parental complexity knows no bounds!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
Great Things Don’t Go Away
Great things don’t go away
Great things are seldom forgotten
Great things are great because of the great people behind them
When you’re great,you won’t be left in a dusty cloud of yesteryear’s glory
When you’re great, you draw like spirits to you
When you’re great, mediocre is a stench in your nostrils
When you’re great, the good get better due to your influence
When you’re great, your descendants coming after you will follow suit
When you’re great, like The Great Wall of China:
You will be viewed as a wonder
You life will have branches and spurs
Your towers stand fortified
You’ll be a monument of awe
When you’re great, you are a timeless classic
Never an old,dusty relic
Look in your mirror, what do you see?
Is it cracked because you can’t see past your flaws?
Mirror,Mirror, on the wall,what is all this greatness you see?
Mirror, Mirror…
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