At first sight
Dreams sparkle like diamonds in the rough
I dream
I wake up
I sleep
I wake up
I dream again
Was it real?
Was it just a dream?
I dreamt that reality was the dream and when I awoke, I knew I had been dreaming because dreams are reality. Though I can’t touch what I dreamt of just yet. it doesn’t make it any less real than the closest tangible object…
Eva Santiago Copyright 2015
There is a way
I know that one day we will surely find it
Some days the path will curve
And we’ll know it’ll all be ok
Some days the path may dip
And we’ll know we’ll all be ok
Some days the path will look like one straight shot to our success
But will we take it?
Because the path to anything worthwhile
The path to anything mind blowing
The path to anything life altering is seldom one straight shot
There is a way
I know that one day we will surely find it
Not sure when,where,how
The path usually hides itself in plain sight
So easy to overlook
So easy to disregard
So easy to walk right on by
What’s that thing you hold in your hand?
That’s the key
The key to your dreams
You use it everyday and take it for granted
Because you never fully embraced it
You see it as a nuisance
When every nuance speaks the opposite
So wake up!
What’s that thing you hold in your hand?
That’s your key
To your heart
To your dreams
To your future
Use it well
Don’t abuse it
Don’t throw it away
Eva Santiago copyright 2015
Old things are new again
New things get old fast
You can’t recycle new things ’cause they’re not old yet
Old things get dubbed classic
New things get dubbed bomb
But can classic be bomb?
Can bomb be classic?
Old things are called antique
But when you buy an antique , is it new to you?
Old things get handed down
Can new things be traded up?
Old things create nostalgia
A longing for yesteryear
New creates euphoric feelings for the short term
Once you get your new things home
The newness quickly wears off
Are old memories better than new ones?
If you’re not making new memories
Are you recycling the old ones?
New is expected to learn from old
But will old humble itself to learn from new?
Are old sayings and proverbs wiser than new ad slogans and catchy song lyrics?
Can an old flame be rekindled to what it once was?
Can a new love spark a flame to burn into eternity?
EVA SANTIAGO COPYRIGHT 2015
To all of my readers: I wish you a Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays and a wonderful 2015!!! Thank you for reading and following this blog 🙂 ❤ -Eva
Christmas presents all wrapped up in bright festive colors
Waiting for their big day
Holding secrets that won’t keep long
Days dwindle down
Anticipation mounts
Big and small packages
Pregnant with good news
Only they know of the treasures within
Live each day like a Christmas gift you unwrap on Christmas morn’!
Because none of us know when our time comes
Anticipate each day like a kid on Christmas morn’
Stop looking back on your past gifts
You’ve been there and lived that
Live the present as if it really is your one and only present
Tomorrow’s gifts are yet unknown-they remain under the tree of life
Open them when their time comes
Yesterday’s presents will not help you live today any better
So wise up and get goin’
Get over the past, it’s been opened
Nor worry about your future -for it’s yet to be unwrapped
LIVE this very day!
Go ahead, tear into the paper
Don’t save the bows
It’s what’s inside that matters
That’s what’s yours to hold!!!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
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…
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Don’t be too good
You may be fucking up
By being too good
Bitter needs sweet
Sweet needs bitter
Show your true colors
Every once in a while
Surprise yourself!
Say what’s really on your mind
Stop crossing your t’s so perfectly
Stop dotting your i’s just right
If you’re like me
You always knew most of your school masters were vain and full of shit
They taught us things from a book
They demanded we pass all their tests
Not knowing they were failing us
Because you see
Every teacher worth his weight in gold knows that to teach simply means to awaken what is dormant
So go on!
FAIL!
Fail big
Fail medium
Fail small
Just don’t be afraid to try
The biggest failure is when you did nothing with your life
The biggest failures try to stop those of us who are trying
The biggest failures were…
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What does it mean to bring a new life into this world?
It means:
To love more
To hate less
To care more
To put an and to carelessness
To say more with fewer words
To put your love into action
And talk less trash
To feel more and stop numbing yourself
To leave your comfort zone
Only to find your trusted comfort zone, was actually more uncomfortable than you thought
You were just too afraid to admit it
To see more and stop turning a blind eye to life
To listen more and stop tuning life out with the noise you choose to filter the world through
To hear with your heart’s ear drum and follow that beat no matter where it takes you
To put away all those things that keep you blind, numb, deaf and dumb….
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
DANCE!!!
When I dance in the shadows with the moon as my partner
And the stars above, my captive audience
You’ll find me dancing in the crowd
Free spirit am I
I dance with this one
I dance with that one and the other one
I dance with who dances with me
If you don’t wanna dance
That’s fine too
I’ll dance anyway
I was born to dance
It’s my lance
I dance as I worship
I dance to release
I dance for my sanity
To some, it seems I dance out of vanity
I really don’t care who watches
Music runs through my veins and I awaken!
Music beckons to the wild in me
Music calms what needs assurance
I dance to celebrate,to feel joy …to feel alive!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
The best tears you cry is when you’re alone. When you cry in some one else’s presence, you feel compelled to explain away how you feel.. The other person feels helpless . Both of you are sad. When you cry alone, you are just being YOU at your most vulnerable and that is good.
No fanfare
No pity
No explaining to do
Just cry it out…
Best places to shed your tears?
Out in the cold rain
In a hot bath/shower
In the warm ocean
Your tears return home in these familiar places
Worst places to shed your tears?
In front of people because most of the time, they don’t know what to do or say…people want to know why. Sometimes whys are not forthcoming.
Eva Santiago copyright 2014
My thoughts run a muck .
My thought stagger.
My thoughts run limp.
My thought run at the speed of light.
My thoughts meander down less traveled paths where light has not reached yet
My thoughts dance in the rain
My thoughts celebrate life
My thoughts weep at death
My thoughts always communing with me
My thoughts always making love with my spirit
My thoughts always at war with my flesh
My thoughts always at peace with my heart
My thoughts lay scattered about
My thoughts always in a haze of self-doubt
My thoughts are mine and mine alone
I own the ones that are true-discarding the lying ones
My thoughts gallivanting about on endless fields of green
My thoughts gliding effortlessly about as sailboats on clear blue seas
My thoughts cascading like the Tequendama Falls
My thoughts orbiting the moon and watching the Milky Way knowing of galaxies beyond
My thoughts are old
My thoughts are new
My thoughts are borrowed
My thoughts are blue
My thoughts reflecting the colors of the rainbow
My thoughts are triple X-rated
My thoughts are pure as snow
My thoughts bask in the sunshine on a beach in Spain
My thoughts tango with great passion in Buenos Aires
My thoughts never in prison
My thoughts have wings and fly far away places
My thoughts always cherishing and remembering kind,sweet faces
My thoughts getting anchored down in the many books I write
My thoughts dreaming up greatness
My thoughts perceiving things I’ve yet to comprehend with my finite mind
My thoughts hear music that’s yet to be played over the radio air waves
My thoughts at best exasperating for I am still living in this 3 dimensional plane
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
