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-Eva Santiago
©2016
OUR YESTERDAYS
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

BITTER SWEET
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

Multiple Exposures
Multiple Exposures
Some take a life time to find love
Some take only a few,short
CLICK…CLICK…CLICK…multiple exposures
BOOM!!
They are in,head over heals
They let love in as their heart’s aperture stood wide open
And just like that, they let love’s light in!
Some take a while longer…
Don’t give up on those who take in less of love’s light.
Eva Santiago copyright 2016
HIStory
We are all bound to each other in one form or another
Want to know about someone’s life?
Look at their history
Their life writes a whole encyclopedia of facts
Just as the universe invites us to solve its mysteries
Our inter connectedness is related
Each hour of our lives to the millenia of times
The troubles of a man’s soul are a direct reflection of a nation in crisis.
Eva Santiago copyright 2016
With Us Here
Ths dearly departed are always ever present with us
They hear us
They feel us
Lament with us
Laugh and cheer us on in our daily victories – be they big or small
Look out for them
Listen to them
Feel them
They are only another dimension away
But never as far as we fretfully think
Eva Santiago copyright 2015
Caught on Film Part 1
I want to thank all the readers who stop by my blog. I have been fortunate enough to be able to travel these past few weeks in California. So I am posting pictures of some of the places I have experienced , as my way of showing you, my readers, my deep appreciation. More to come as this is part one of this post 🙂
Eva Santiago copyright 2015







Lost in Thought
Take your thoughts captive
Shackle them even
Or you’ll be their prisoner
The thoughtless think less
Paying no attention to their thought life
The price is high when one surrenders
To every single thought
Not all thoughts are created equal
Not all thoughts deserve your attention
The thoughtful are wise;
It’s wisdom to not be captivated by every thought
YOU, control them!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
A WORLD OBSCENE
A world obscene
Is this what they get from us?
Where wrong is right
And right is wrong
Ever since the lines got blurred
And our cosmic speech became slurred
A world obscene
Is that what we’re leaving them?
Can we fix it?
Do we dare try?
Do we even want to?
Or are we too busy passing the collection plate
Hoping against hope
Religion wins their precious souls
We must step up!
Own what we’ve done
Let’s begin by admitting we didn’t care
As much as we were supposed to
Let’s create for them a new scene
I beg of you
Let’s not leave them a world undone
Let’s not leave them a world obscene.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015





















