Hold Your Head Up!

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No matter what
Hold your head up
If the wind took your hat
Hold your head up
If the rain drowned out your daisies
Hold your head up
If the moon fell out of your sky and all is pitch black
Hold your head up
If the trees fall upon the dwelling you fought so hard to obtain
Hold your head up
If someone won’t let go your Eggo
Hold your head up
If they smeared your name with bullshit lies
Hold your head up
If you gave away your dignity ’cause you didn’t know any better
Hold your head up
No matter what
Hold your head up!

Eva Santiago © 2016-2024

The Ripple Effect

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Our words and actions cause a ripple effect

For good or bad

We affect people, situations, life, the future

Be the effect life requires of you.

Impact your sphere of influence in such an effective way, that your descendants will wish they had lived to know you.

Eva Santiago ©2016​

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You are beautiful

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Brilliant
Light
Life
Love
Energy
Everything right in this twisted ,upside down world 
You are rain
Sunshine on a stormy day
Yet, you’re also the storm when needed
Don’t shy away from being the force behind the storm 
You are wind
You are fire 
You are earth
You are water so carry refreshment to all who are yours
You are truth
Be that and only that
Live, breathe your truth
No one
Nothing 
No power
No darkness can ever diminish, subtract,
distract , detract from the truth that you are…
…Beautiful
Brilliant
Light
Everything right in this twisted, upside down world.
Eva Santiago
© 2016

Just another day

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Just another girl
Just another world
Just another breath
Just another death
Just another life
Being his last wife
Just another sigh
After having heard 
His very last lie
Just another mile
She rides next to him
Wearing a thin smile
She’d been long in denial
Just another trip to
goddamnowhereville
In his white ’80’s
Coup deville
Just another guy
Trying too hard to be her hero
She don’t need superman
Just a friend-a great fuck in the sheets
The kind a girl never recovers from
Pretend hero exits
Now what?
Over it
Over him
Over her
So over this shit life=
WTF a lot !
People are people
Are people 
Are people
Are very damned
PEOPLE-Y
Synthetic folks
Plastic souls
Metallic hearts
Bound together 
With chains and 
Leather straps 
-Eva Santiago 
© 2016

I’m over this

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I’m over that
I’m over it
I’m over this shit
I’m over that bullshit
I’m so over it all…
…To be over something feels so much better than to be beside it, 
in it or under it!
-Eva Santiago
©2016

She said, ” I know you and I wish to unknow you now.” He chuckled as if to frighten her, “Try as hard as you want, you’ll never be rid of me .” She persisted , “Oh watch me! You’re nothing but an old memory and you no longer have power over me !” He stammered, knowing her choice was quickly obliterating what little grip he had left, ” But, but , d-d-don’t you remember we’ve been friends since childhood ?!” She tossed her long locks , laughing and feeling a joy she hadn’t felt since the day she last saw her father alive and answered him, “Oh, I know when I let you in and now I am letting you go for as memory serves me right , you are nothing but an age old enemy whom I’ve let do me more harm than I should have ever.” With that, the old memory picked up his baggage, filled with anxiety, dread and angst, which he’d convinced her for so long was hers, and took off walking in the opposite direction from where she stood . He left no trail of dust .He vanished into oblivion and she arose, a new creature now stood before her. She said the words and new life came . The struggle was indeed over.

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Eva Santiago © 2016-2024

OUR YESTERDAYS

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Our yesterdays become today’s poetry

What mis-guided steps we took in earlier days

Become the compass to guide or mis-guide us through life’s tempests in later years

Our flood of tears that overwhelmed us as babes

Water and keep fertile our heart’s soil in our golden years

Our early attempts at art:

Our stick figures we clumsily drew and our finger paintings

Become the force behind master strokes

On the masterpiece we paint of our whole life

The notes we failed to carry when we were tone deaf

Become the notes angelic beings carry to and fro

Up and down Jacob’s ladder

Aligning the celestial harmonies

Between our heavenly residence and our earthly abode

The multitude of our unanswered questions

We asked while at our parent’s knees

Become our song’s lyrics

The stuff of our novels , stories and poems

We are greater than the sum of earth’s square footage

We are greater than the power of all rulers, past and present combined

Our greatness emanates from the Divine!

Eva Santiago copyright 2016

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BITTER SWEET

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We all drink from a certain cup
Bitter or sweet,
We take our daily libations from life’s fountain
A drink from a bitter cup has to be chased by a sip from the sweet one
or how would we make it?

Some choose bitter some choose sweet
Then there are those of us who figured long ago both are essential,
you can’t have bitter without the sweet
you can’t have sweet without the bitter

A babe craves sweet as it can’t handle bitter
The mature turn bitter from having swallowed the delusions that come with too much sweet
Too much sweet rots you from the inside out
So does too much bitter

Some drink their cups of shattered scraps as if that’s all there is
A wilder mind accepts that bitter and sweet cups are the stuff of life’s elixir
The bitter enhances the sweet and the sweet softens the bitter
You weren’t meant to drown in your bitter gall
Nor were you meant to be pacified by all that is sweet
The bitter tames your soul, makes it pliable
The sweet enhances all that is good in you

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2016

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