Your Name on the Door

I’ve always been a good swimmer
Until the day we met
That’s when I wanted to
Drown myself in you
Take all of you in
Every single last drop
So none is wasted
I want to immerse myself in you

I always played it safe
Until we met
That was my heart’s last comfortable day
I decided right then
To cast off my life jacket
And I’m so glad I did

You continue to show me new ways to swim against the current
Because of you, the 10 foot waves no longer intimidate
Because of you, I can surf the high tide
And if no tide comes
I can stay put knowing it’ll be there tomorrow
Just as sure as it was here today

I was dead from the pain
My heart was used to being kicked around and smashed into infinitesimally, tiny shards

That was then, this is now

Come rest in my heart’s room
The one with your name on the door
You’ll be safe there
You’ll be nurtured and fed
I ask this from you:
Never raise your voice
Never slam the door
Never stomp angrily about
Never break any windows
Never punch any walls
Follow these simple steps
And in my heart you’ll forever stay….

EVA SANTIAGO ©2014-2019

More Than This?

Who can love you more than this?
When I look at you
When I hold you
When I whisper your name
Who can love you more than this
When I look you in your eyes
When I tell you you’re a beautiful human being
Who can love you more than this
When I text you first thing
When I pray for you
Asking God to keep you safe
When I massage the stress out of your stressed out ,achy body
When I caress your face
Who?
Please tell me who can love you more than this
When I tell you I love your soul
I love your heart
I love your spirit
I love your mind
Tell me, who can love you more than this?
Now, won’t you do the same for me?

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Written on Your Tomb Stone

What do you want your head stone to say?
What was your story?
Were you a mean son of a bitch?
Were you a crazy ass bitch?
What do you want written on your tomb stone?
Were you a heart breaker?
Were you a mender of hearts?
Were you an open wallet?
Were you a stingy penny pincher?
Were you a bitter slave?
Were you a happy free man?
Were you a train wreck?
Were you one who cleaned up after the wreck?
Were you selfish?
Were you a shy fish hiding in your shell?
Were you a flower who never bloomed?
Were you an opened up full of abundant life sun flower?
Was your heart a frozen tundra
Where people you were supposed to nurture died of starvation from your neglect?
Were you a fertile valley
Where people grew like trees
And the multitudes bloomed from your love?
Were you a discourager?
Were you an encourager?
Were you someone people ran from because all you caused them to feel was pain?
Did you draw people to you because of your love
Like a powerful magnet?
What will your head stone read?
Will there be a line of people at your wake
Tripping over themselves, waiting to eulogize you?
Will there be no one at your wake
Because no one bothered since you never bothered caring for others
What will your head stone read?

EVA SANTIAGO copyright2014

A+Student

Taking back her power
A glorious, lovely, breath-taking, inspiring thing
She gave away her power unintentionally
Bit by bit
Never in a flash
She let it erode unknowingly
She sends him a text
Showers him with love through words
He responds through actions
She takes note and adjusts
She is with him
Burning with passion
He acts cool and aloof
And she adjusts again
She learns not to give away all of her power
He teaches her through actions
“Learn to be more selfish with yourself,” he tells her
Thusly she becomes his A+ student…..

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

CARE LESS

I care less about things that used to bog me down
I didn’t say I don’t care
For that is a lie
When we tell ourselves we don’t care
Our brains wired for positivity only hear
I DO CARE!
So I choose to CARE LESS
I care less about my ex
Who was never a day in his life careful with me
I care less
Of what people think of me, my family or my work
I care less about careless people
I care less about tomorrow
Because I choose to be present NOW
I care less about the past
Because it no longer has a hold on me
I care less about
Trivial, mundane bullshit
I care less about gossip
Who really cares about the Hollywood starlets
And their privileged, boring lives they lead
Certainly not I!

Eva Santiago copyright 2014

KINGDOMS

WE all have our private little kingdoms
Whose side are you on?
Does your kingdom align with the darkness?
Does your kingdom align with the light?
Is your kingdom ruled by worry, doubt and fear?
Is your kingdom ruled by faith, hope and love?
What does your kingdom repel or attract?
Dark places in our heart
Places where light hasn’t yet reached
What does your story tell?
Whose kingdom child are you?
What’s written on your walls?
Have you left your heart wide open?
Or have you built a moat
‘Round your kingdom
Filled it with alligators
To keep all intruders out
You don’t really fear:
Attackers
Marauders
Intruders
Your worst fears:
Alligators in the moat surrounding your kingdom walls
You always thought me,your:
Attacker
Marauder
Intruder
All I brought you was my light
To touch all of your dark places
All you did was run
To hide behind the total eclipse of your moon
Although you broke my heart
Repeatedly and into so many pieces
It remains untamed still
And it always will
Although you tried to break me
You’re the one falling head long
Out of your strong tower
You’re just about to be devoured
Your alligators await you
With sharp teeth snapping
With jaws widely flapping
I hope you’re praying for a higher kingdom to come
I hope you’re praying to a higher power
Because as you fall head long
From your ivory tower
Your little kingdom you built so long ago
Has no value and no power.

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DON’T DOWNSIZE YOUR LIE

People lie
That’s all there is to it
When you’ve been lied to
Don’t act like you’re gonna die
Don’t act like you aint never told one either
Don’t act like it’s the end of your pristine little world
Be honest:
You’ve lied before too
Faked an orgasm?
That’s a lie
Told your kids about Santa Clause?
That’s a lie
Denied things and wouldn’t face them?
That’s a lie
Broke a promise you’d swore you’d always keep?
That’s a lie too
So stop being a martyr when you catch some one in a lie
WE ALL LIE
Some tell white lies
Some tell big whopping tales
And yet we put lies on some sort of pay grade scale
When fact is: If you didn’t tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth:
YOU LIED!
So don’t make yourself feel better by down sizing your lie
The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.”
The fool says in his heart, ” I only tell white lies.”
Let’s face it: People lie
You don’t have to confess it to a priest
Chances are he lies his ass off too
He’s human just like you and me

L.LOVE
I.Is
E.Exiting
S.Silently

EVA SANTIAGO COPYRIGHT 2014

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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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