The Kindnesses of the Cruel

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evasantiago310's avatarEva Santiago

The worst thing in this existence is to not have been seen by the man who claimed to have loved me

You, loved me??

Seriously,do you know what love is?

Love is beyond a feeling

Love is a force

Love gives life

Love is beyond lust

Now do you get it?

True love reciprocates

True love intermingles

True love never hates

I deserve to know

Why you claimed to have loved me

When all I could ever feel was your hate

You bought me things

In attempts to satisfy my larger than life soul

You fool!

You never knew ME!!!

The worst thing in my existence is when you claimed your love for me when you haven’t a clue as to what love is

I asked you for one thing

It wasn’t material

You knew you wouldn’t give it

So you played me

‘Til the day I woke the hell…

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OUT OF THE MAZE

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Mean spirits

Friendly spirits

Cannot consort together

Not today

Not tomorrow

Not ever

Can a friendly spirit turn mean?

Can a mean spirit turn friendly?

For a friendly spirit, is a mean spirit deadly?

For a mean spirit, is a friendly spirit a target?

To humiliate

To annihilate?

To intimidate?

 

Don’t follow a mean spirit

You’ll be lead into a maze

You’ll turn maze runner

Turning

Twisting

Dodging

Running for your very life

You’ll never know where the predator hides

You’ll hide in the corner and he’ll find you cowering

As he searches you out

He’ll see your breath lingering in the shadows

He’ll sense your heart beating right out of your chest

He’ll pounce upon you when you think you’re safe

He’ll make you grieve night and day

From that insane labyrinth, it’ll be next to impossible to escape

 

If you’re a friendly spirit turned maze runner

Your faith will light your way

Your light will guide you out

The sound of your voice will slay all the monsters

Your courage will shatter them all

 

You’ll outwit the grievers at every turn

When they attack, laugh in their hideous faces

They hate being mocked

How they hate the sound of joy

How they loath all that is friendly

Oh how they run from all that is light

And what the grievers truly despise

And what truly brings their demise

Are all the friendly spirits who’ve made it out of the maze

With our spirits alive

With our spirits intact

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PAIN IN DARK STAINS

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Every time I see you anymore

I feel like an amputated limb

With all the nerve endings completely exposed

Nothing stops the excruciating pain

Except when I ignore you

Truth is,  long ago,you stopped being anything worthwhile in my world

There was never a time when you and I were good together

I was only fooling myself

Mean spirit that you are

We were oil and water from the start

Mean spirit

Cursed spirit

Crushed spirit

Small spirit

Stuck spirit

You caused us all nothing but pain

Because of you

Our hearts all bare a dark stain

Mean spirit that you are

This heart of mine, could’ve never in a day been your forever home

 

My heart bares beautiful, expensive treasures

Things you tried hard to break

Tried indeed-indeed you tried!

The breakables, I let you take

I’d figured with those, you’d amuse yourself for a while

And you did away with all of those

One by one you smashed them

Just as I’d predicted

You easily bored with that game

So you came back asking me for more

But I found wisdom in the stars

And I found the wisdom of the sages

Wisdom came to me from across the ages

I learned of your wreck-less ways

I learned to keep my valuables far away from your sinewy heart

Because early on I saw all you touch gets broken

I learned early on

All you touch gets blemished

I learned early on

All you touch turns to ash

I learned early on

Though at times you sparkled like a star

You were actually fool’s gold by far.

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Write Something Terrible and Feel Great!

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JUST WRITE!

evasantiago310's avatarEva Santiago

Let the poem write itself

Let the words flow through your pen

Open your mind

Let your thoughts come out to play

Let the story write itself

The plot is there

The characters already live

Just pluck them from thin air

Let the wound heal itself

Give it attention

Give it great care

Let it breathe in fresh air

Let the puzzle sort itself

Don’t pick up the pieces

You’ll just make a mess

Don’t worry, time sorts out all puzzles

Let the song compose itself

Words have wings

Marry your words to the harmony

Words don’t always need music to sing

Be a canvas to the whole world

Let children fill in the emptiness with their vivid imaginations

Let amateur painters blot out the darkest corners with their unlearned brush strokes

Let seasoned artists mold,shape, create

Something from nothing

Definition out of thin air

Write something terrible and…

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WE ARE LOVE…

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❤

evasantiago310's avatarEva Santiago

Love is not:
Exchanged looks
Exchanged hugs
Exchanged kisses
Stolen Kisses
Hugs that last more than 2 minutes
Long love-making sessions
Quick ones and in between ones
Looking into each other’s eyes while we make love
Whispering your name in your ear as you make me yours
Dirty talk in between the sheets
Sending you random ILY texts
Making your favorite dish
You making me laugh
Cuddling while watching a movie on the couch
Holding each other into the night ’til daylight
None of these , as great as they are, are love because…
WE ARE LOVE
LOVE IS WHO WE ARE!

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LILLIAN OF EAGLE VALLEY

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This past summer I went camping in the beautiful mountains of south east Nevada. I was sitting one afternoon observing the mountain in front of our camp site when suddenly I saw in the rock formations, the figure of a long haired woman. I was so excited and to make sure I wasn’t seeing things, I handed my binoculars to a couple of friends . I told them where to look and they too saw her. The more I studied the figure , I realized it was something I wanted to write about and I know that eventually I will work her as a character in a short story I have been working on. For now, I want to introduce you to:

LILLIAN OF EAGLE VALLEY

There she sat with her subjects bowing down

Her copper-red tresses

Cascaded down her left side

Her stony face wore a million and one caresses

The Lady of Eagle Valley

Lillian is her name

We spoke silently for hours

And after, I was never the same

She told me she was heart-broken

Her wild heart no man could tame

Lillian of Eagle Valley had no money

Lillian of Eagle Valley knew no fame

She’d traveled long

She’d traveled far

Lillian of Eagle Valley

Silently sang her own song

And I was the only one who heard

And I was the only one who saw her

Sitting on her stone throne

With her subjects bowing low

Lillian of Eagle Valley

Came alive when we conversed

And I alone knew her private language

Just as sure as she knew mine

Lillian of Eagle Valley

A legend who ran out of time

 

The winds touch her face everyday

The breezes play with her hair

The snow flakes tickle her countenance

The rain drops give her a cool drink

The shadows dance on her body

Golden eagles land on her throne

The birds come sing her songs

The mountain creatures keep her company

Her surname is Wisdom

Weary travelers visit from afar

To drink up from her fountain

There on her stony throne

On Eagle Valley Mountain.

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WALLS

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Walls:
Keep you in
Keep others out

Walls:
Oppress
Suppress
Depress
Compress

Walls:
Climb them
Scale them
Jump them
Batter them
Blow them up

Walls:
Divide
Enclose
Smother

Walls:
Build them around your heart and you’ll end up imprisoned
Build them around your mind and you’ll end up ignorant
Build them around people and you’ll end up alone
Build them and they’ll cave in on you…

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AXES AND SWORDS

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I still call you friend

Said I’d be there ’til the end

You still hold your axe

You’ve never bothered burying it

You hack away at me

Yet I remain unharmed

You hack away at me

Always coming at me fully armed

I offer you a hug

When you need it most

And in exchange

You hurl at me all your ugly words

I no longer dodge your swords

Because no one in their right mind fights back a ghost…

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What if We Are the Same?

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A tribute to my mother…

evasantiago310's avatarEva Santiago

This is a tribute I wrote to my mother who passed when I was an infant. When I share it in public, I still tear up after all these years…

“Oh, she died so young!”

Really?!

Who are we to tell?

Not one of us knows

Our day

Our time

Or even our very last hour

So isn’t that declaration a bit pompous?

What if it was her time?

I used to be sad

I used to lament

Oh si mi madre paso..

She was way, way too young!

What if perhaps she DID sing all of her songs

And didn’t leave any unsung?

What if she did complete her assignment by giving me life?

What if she made her exit

So I would have a grand entrance?

What if she walked off the stage

So I could be a strong voice for this age?

What if she did her…

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BREATHE DEEPLY…DEEPLY BREATHE…

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Breathe deeply

This is a new day

Awaken from your sleep

Don’t back down

From all that you have to say

Don’t be stuck

Don’t glory in one place

Your spirit must soar

Your soul must aspire

Don’t stay stuck

In places where demons conspire

And they do conspire and plot against you

What is hell in this life but a place where you’re stuck

What is your own private hell?

A place of no growth

A place of no life

A place of dark shadows

Where the demons conspire

To make you quit and not soar

To make you give in, retire and expire from all you truly desire

You were born into light

You were born to take flight

And the demons they hate

And they will distract to make you miss your divine appointments

To make you late

Keep you out of sync

With your divinely appointed date

All that is human

Was born on this planet

All that is divine

Was born from the spirit

Don’t waste one more hour

Thinking what you see is all there is

You are so much more than flesh and bones

Aim for the heavens

For that is your true home

It’s heaven or bust!

Aim for the heavens

Leave your skin and bones behind

Open your eyes

Don’t you settle for staying blind

Don’t you swallow any more lies

Breathe deeply

Deeply breathe

A new day has dawned!!!

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