THOUGHT WAR

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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

 

 

Tiny Star

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My Dear Readers, we are closing another year and I want to take a moment to thank all of you who read and follow my blog. YOU keep me going!!! I am re-posting this story in hopes that you too will remember how priceless you are to me and to the universe. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!!!! -Eva Santiago ❤

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Dear reader, 2013 is expiring and we are about to usher in 2014! For you who read me in parts of the world where 2014 has already arrived, HAPPY NEW YEAR! For those of us still waiting, I wish you a tremendously blessed 2014!!! I am re-posting this bed time story  because we all need to be in contact with our little kid inside each of us. Share it with another child and may it bring you warmth and love as it did me when I first wrote it. May 2014 be the year we ALL see our names written in the stars !

EVA ❤

This is a story I used to tell my 4 kids when they were little. I finally sat down and wrote it. I hope you enjoy this, a piece of my kid’s childhood. They still remember it and that warms my heart!

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Storytellers/Talks

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I am posting a couple of poems written by a 13 year old  dancer  and aspiring poet . -Eva

Storytellers

dancers are mimes
we express ourselves
through our
movements,
no words.
if your act
tells a story,
I think it’s one of
the most
beautiful things.
if not, you need to
get out of the
box and tell it.

dd decola

dd
TALKS

I’m Deanna. Most know me by DD, which is how I write my name on some poems I have written. I’m a dancer, dance has been a part of my life for awhile, since I was two. I’m in 7th grade, in Las Vegas Nevada. Dance helps me with my writing, and so do my experiences. My dream is to become a professional dancer, along with being a writer/poet.

Mas es Amar..To Love is More

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Mas es amar

To love is more

Is it better to hide love

To keep it to yourself

Instead of giving it all away?

But for what good is love

If you hide it

Who will benefit

From hidden love

Love makes you suffer

Love makes you bleed

Love makes you ache

If it doesn’t

Count on it: It’s all fake

Mas es amar

To love is more

More than a sunset

More than much-needed summer rain

More than a kiss

More than an embrace

Mas es amar

To love is more

Way more than we could ever comprehend

We label it

We try to define it

Trying to define love

Is like trying to nail jello to the wall

For you see, love is a vast universe

Infinite

Endless

Bottomless

Love songs fail at describing it

Yet they do help us feel it a little more

Music pulls love…

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A SCREAM WITHIN A DREAM

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A SCREAM WITHIN A DREAM

Loyal friend from Red Rock

Dumped her longtime partner in crime and billionaire

In Red Rock Canyon

She joked-waving away the praise,

” We’re just doing what we do here.”

Problem solver,loyal friend

Went her own way

Then returned to get involved

In gang crime spree

Marshalls  rushed in

To a dilapidated building in the middle of Death Valley

Sweltering in July

Hide out for The Vagos

Playground for The Bandidos

Home of the Wicked Riderz  on their green,mean machines.

All this she saw in her dream…

She  awakened to a howling wind

Saw a beautiful dark-haired girl in Mexico City

In the room with a balcony view

Gauze curtains flapping madly in the wind-to and fro

Her face twisted in pain-a macabre painting done with her own blood

The sky above a blood orange

And no one heard her bone chilling screams

As…

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FANCY PRISONS

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A prison can be found in the confines of a 3 million dollar mansion

A prison can be found in the interior of the latest Ferrari model

Prisons are all around

What keeps you from chasing after your dreams?

That’s your prison

Who controls your mind?

They are your prison warden

Why did you never believe you could fly?

A prison is waiting there for you…on that island that surrounds that lie

You know the one

You heard it from the time you could understand

You came here to be free

And some one stole the sparkle from your eyes

Some one chopped off the tail to your kite

Telling you it wasn’t long or short enough…and you believed them…

Some one said you sucked at singing

That your voice is flatter than a pan cake

And you chose not to let your vocal chords sing another note

Some one…

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OF FINE LINENS AND THINGS…

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She was a transformed heart, in a budding love. She decided to treat herself  to a set of brand new bed linens

OUT WITH THE OLD!

IN WITH THE NEW!

She shopped all over to find just the right ones. She wanted to celebrate fresh love  with expensive sheets;the kind found in 5 star hotels. Her credit card implored  with her not to be reasonable. Her cost conscious mind would admonish her, “Watch that money…settle for what you can afford…” She was through with just getting along. She had settled in a marriage;compromising  in lesser ways that had led her to tolerate things she was never meant to put up with. And now, she was ending a long era of self disrespect.A generous soul, her giving knew no bounds. She always gave her best to others, putting herself on the back burner. This purchase was indeed a huge deal!She was now  ascending to a higher level, adorned by genuine love for  the first time in her existence. She chose sage hued linens;wisdom had lead her thus far. The counsel of the sages had caused her to grow. She’ll never ,ever conform again…she has become a sage as well.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

 

 

FANCY PRISONS

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A prison can be found in the confines of a 3 million dollar mansion

A prison can be found in the interior of the latest Ferrari model

Prisons are all around

What keeps you from chasing after your dreams?

That’s your prison

Who controls your mind?

They are your prison warden

Why did you never believe you could fly?

A prison is waiting there for you…on that island that surrounds that lie

You know the one

You heard it from the time you could understand

You came here to be free

And some one stole the sparkle from your eyes

Some one chopped off the tail to your kite

Telling you it wasn’t long or short enough…and you believed them…

Some one said you sucked at singing

That your voice is flatter than a pan cake

And you chose not to let your vocal chords sing another note

Some one told you couldn’t dream great dreams

So you chose to live a night mare

Some one told you you’re too poor  to make your dreams come true

That only the rich are allowed to dream…you believed them…

All you had to do was reject the bullshit lies

But you went on and embraced them instead

You chose a prison to spend all of your days in

You chose to line your pockets with money

So you wouldn’t have to live feeling the pain of the lie

You have friends, but you hate them all

You have people who need your help

And you hate them too

There are people who love you

And you can’t receive their love because you don’t allow yourself visitors inside your self- made prison

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

HALF ALIVE AND HALF DEAD

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They  say you can’t miss what you’ve never had

Well I’m here to tell you that’s a big, fat, fucking lie

Today is my mother’s birthday

And I have missed her for my whole life

I don’t care ’bout your opinion

I don’t care  ’bout your thoughts

This is my heart, not yours and if I tell you I’ve missed my mother since the day she died-

Fuck you for making light of it

October 19th always comes and I feel a dreadful heaviness

I want to cry but the tears don’t come

I want to scream and I do silently from deep inside my soul, where no one on earth hears me

My silent screams ricochet into a fantastic echo, resonating into heaven’s outskirts

As I get older this doesn’t get better

They say time heals all wounds….well, what about this one?

Why hasn’t time taken away this sting?

Good God! Why oh why, must I feel like this?

I won’t fight how I feel or it will persist

I sit here embracing this void

I sit here embracing this old, cold pain in my heart

I sit here with a tight knot in my stomach

I sit here holding my breath…for what?

I have no idea

Souls that connect will miss each other even if the connection was brief

Oh how I miss you, Mama

I have traveled this galaxy in search of you

My tears are strewn about The Milky Way

I look up at the heavens always trying to somehow make my way back to you

I ask The Big Dipper to dip into the vast expanse of the deepest heavens…to transport you back to me

I talk to The North Star and I ask Him to never let you forget me… to never let you forget us

I talk to the moon and I ask her to light your path and to somehow keep a vigil for me

How ironic- that you keep a vigil for me and not I for you

But you see, life here in the now is tough as of late

And sometimes I go to sleep at night only to wake up feeling half alive and half dead

And I know where you currently reside has to be a place teeming with life

Because there’s got to be a place that is way better than here

There’s gotta be a time that is better than this hour

So say a prayer for those of us here, Mama dear

Say a prayer for those you left behind,Mama dear

Keep your light on for me because I so desperately wanna make it back to you

Go to that fountain

There, in the midst of that garden

Right at the foot of that sacred mountain

Look at your reflection in that ever clear, crystal pool

And I hope you see me there, waiting to catch a glimpse of you

I hope I see you there,waiting from this side of life, for you to reflect love back to me….

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

 

DID I?

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One day I want to look up and know that all I did made a difference

I wanna know that all I touched turned to gold

I wanna know that I warmed a heart gone cold

I wanna know that I caused the blind to see

I wanna know that I caused waves in the ocean

and that the stones I skipped on a pond

caused ripples in the sea

I wanna know that those souls in my care

knew I was always there

I wanna know that I caused the deaf to hear

sweet,sweet, sweet music for the very first time

I wanna know I made some one cry happy tears

I wanna know that I made some one laugh ’til they cried

I wanna know that my existence made a difference

I wanna know that I caused a paused heart to resume play

I wanna know that you chose life because my life made a difference in yours

I wanna know that I caused you to dream big dreams because this dreamer, never dreams little dreams

I wanna know that I caused you to be ridiculously silly for a half a minute

and for that short span of time you forgot your troubles

I wanna know if my love caused you to bloom…