I just found out I am doing a 2nd book signing in Atlanta. On Saturday, January 26th from 3-6pm I will be here:www.javavino.com/ So please, if you’re in this area, come out and show my 2nd book, SALSA! The Taste of Life some love!! See you soon Atlanta!!!
On Thursday, January 24th 2013, I’ll be signing SALSA! The Taste of Life in Atlanta GA! Please come see me if you’re in the area! See you there!!
I just wanted to give you a heads up on my next book event for Salsa! the Taste of Life. Come see me in Atlanta on January 24th.I will be signing ‘SALSA’ at the Hodge Podge Coffee House and Cafe at 720 Moreland Ave SW on from 3:00 – 5:00 p.m. I was formerly a resident of Atlanta so I can’t wait to be back!!
Show ‘Em the Door!
Some one thinks you’re not worth loving?
Don’t waste your tears
‘fore you’re feet hit the floor
And you ponder their poisonous daggers
Show ‘em the door, show ‘em the door
Some one treats you like dirt caked on their boots?
Don’t think about it
Don’t let their actions choke you
One, two, three, four
Show ‘em the door , show ‘em the door
Some one thinks less of you?
Than you think of yourself
Don’t think ‘bout it no more
Cuz see, they are really poor
Show ‘em the door, show ‘em the door.
We put up with way too much
We put up with things God never intended us to
We give others permission to mistreat us
So don’t stay there like before
Show ‘em the door, show ‘em the door
Belittle and it shows others YOUR little
Cut another down to size
Just like a carver with a knife whittles
Do that to a heart to suit yourself
And you’ll be the one played like a fiddle
Some one says you can be replaced?
Like a button
Like a light bulb
Like a kidney or a heart
Then one day YOU’LL be the one who’ll have to go
You’ll be the one who’s been displace.
So be careful when you say that
Forever Be forewarned:
Treating others carelessly and with contempt
Will leave you empty, displaced and poor
And you’ll only wish you could once more knock on their door.
Eva Santiago copyright 2013
Life is Seldom Clean-Cut
Life Is Seldom Clean-Cut
Life is seldom clean-cut
One stage doesn’t end neatly
And another begins
Life is seldom clean-cut
Like the waves in the ocean
They crash, thunder and roll
Speeding away to reach the shore
Life is seldom clean-cut
Spring rolls into summer
Summer melts into autumn
Falling leaves announce winter
Everything dies
Come spring everything dead arises
Life is seldom clean-cut
A life grows in the dark
For 9 months in seclusion
No one knows what it looks like
No one knows what this person will become
9 months later, life greets the lil one
Everyone says we’re glad you made it…WELCOME!
Life seldom is clean-cut
Relationships never end over night
Bad words spoken
Bitter seeds sown
For too many times a heart is broken
Too many threats flew, too many fights
Then the heart can no longer cry
A heart once whole
Now lays there in pieces
Like a fragmented puzzle
It would have been better
If the red zone dog who broke it
Had been faithful and worn his muzzle
All the pieces scattered about
And day after day
And night after night
She lays there in fear
She is trying so damn hard not to doubt
Life is seldom clean-cut
The old is over
Yet there’s a promise of life
At the end of the dark tunnel
It beckons her
“ Come, come closer, to the light.”
Life is seldom clean-cut
Words spoken behind close doors
Undoubtedly will make it outside
Be ever so careful
Words spoken in secret
Will be shouted from the roof top
Deeds done under cover
Will be exposed and expunged.
Life is seldom clean-cut
Stab a soul in the back
Pull out the knife
Exit wounds hurt far more
Than the initial one
Keep doing her wrong
And soon she’ll say so long
Keep doing her wrong
And she’ll only grow strong
Keep doing her wrong
And she’ll start singing a new song
LIFE IS SELDOM CLEAN CUT!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
THE FACE OF GOD
THE FACE OF GOD
Victor Hugo once penned:
“To love another person is to see the face of God.”
With that in mind
Why do we treat our neighbor
As if he were a mere dog?
If we see God in all our neighbors
Why are we so nasty
And forget to do them kind favors
And just who is our neighbor?
At times the ones you live with
Some are friends
Still others, those with whom you labor
Your husband, wife, children you both created
Blood relatives both near and far
These are all our fellow-man
Yet we forget in whose image we were all created
The hobo down the street, without a home,
The druggie, the hooker, the derelict,
The nice clean-cut guy in the business suit,
The soldier fighting his guts out to keep us free
The baby whose life was aborted
The teen girl who tore her baby from her womb from fear
The teen boy who got her pregnant
The rapist, serial killer, the convict ending his life on death row
Yeah, yeah, yeah, these are our fellow-man
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, God weeps when souls are lost
To hell’s eternal flames
And we ought to also weep
‘Cause to lose a soul is too high a cost
How dare we think that we’re better than another?
“To love another person is to see the face of God”
We look down our noses and despise each other
It’s become a world where dog bites dog
We have lost direction in every way
When a child beats his father and spits on his own mother
I believe God’d own heart weeps
And when we make God cry
May we for His grace and mercy cry.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/13661.Victor_Hugo?auto_login_attempted=true
UNDER A BUS
UNDER A BUS
Ever been thrown under a bus?
OUCH!
Hell yeah that kills ya
Or so it feels like it
You think your heart’s been splattered
Cuz you thought to him you really mattered
Then it hits you:
DAMN!! You needed a friend
Some one to be there ‘til the end
And when it really mattered
He took your feelings
And to the 4 winds they scattered
Just when you hoped that to him you mattered
What you thought was there once
Turns out was never really there
Turns out it to him you never really mattered
So now what?
You were thrown under a bus
But you weren’t run over
You dodged and you ducked
Not letting the weight of it all crush you to bits
And in all of that you found this:
Your own worth
Your own dignity
Your own strength
So next time you’re thrown under a bus:
Don’t let it kill ya
Don’t let it paralyze ya
Don’t let it get ya
Just know it’ll be over soon
Once the bus goes by
You’ll get up
Dust yourself off
And smile again at the moon!
-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Salsa!: Coming to ATLANTA GA SOON!
I just wanted to give you a heads up on my next book event for Salsa! the Taste of Life. Come see me in Atlanta on January 24th.I will be signing ‘SALSA’ at the Hodge Podge Coffee House and Cafe at 720 Moreland Ave SW on from 3:00 – 5:00 p.m. I was formerly a resident of Atlanta so I can’t wait to be back!!
2012 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 14,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 3 Film Festivals
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Thank you all who visit my blog regularly and also those who just discover it by chance! Thanks also to bloggers who are my top commentors: Let’s CUT the Crap, poemsandponderings, Madhu, and Java Girl
GOOD BYE 2012 HELLO 2013!!
I dedicate this post to all of my followers. Thank you for all your kind support and feed back. And so we are off to a new year. I am happy to announce that I am now working for Henderson Press, a local news paper. I will be covering news worthy events surrounding the arts around town and I will have an Opinion column. This is something I always wanted to do and now here I am doing it!
My dear readers, please don’t ever give up on chasing your dreams down and living them with a passion. Sure, writing is not making me killer bucks, at least not yet hee hee but that doesn’t matter a hill of pinto beans to me. I get such a kick out of living my dream because at the end of my day I know some one benefited from what I do.
As you enter 2013 remind yourself that you are the only one that can do what you were put here on planet earth to do. Many people can do the same job similarly true enough; no one can do it quite like you though! So stand back and let 2013 be the year your surprise yourself! Go for it there is no one stopping you but you and fear. And did you know fear simply is an acronym for: FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL. Let that sink in!
So long 2012, thanks for all the good things you brought me which are too many to name; and thanks for the bad things because I actually learned a lot from them. I go into this new year full of hope and a resolve to keep pushing forward and forgetting what tried to hold me back in the past. I hope you find the strength to do the same.
Take care readers and see ya next year!!! 🙂
-Eva Santiago copyright 2012
Please check out the write up for my book launch. Thanks Henderson Press, for doing such a great job in covering my event!
http://www.hendersonpress.com/local-news/item/1598-author-eva-santiago-launches-latest-book
SMALL IS THE NEW BIG!
Do you ever feel small and that what you do seems insignificant? I sure do from time to time. I started The Henderson Poets, a group that meets on Tuesday evenings at The Coffee House close to my home. We are small in number but that does not matter one iota to me. People from all walks of life show up. Some times 15 or more people show up, other times it’s less. But I keep plugging on and do you know why? Because I believe what I’m doing matters! We live in a society where everyone is always number crunching. We measure success by the number of books we sold or the numbers in our bank account and even our number of friends on Facebook. Did you ever stop to consider that small is the new big? What if me showing up at the Coffee House every Tuesday night is just to touch one other soul?
A few weeks ago I invited a very nice man to join us. He said he writes poetry but he had never shared before. Last night he came and shared poems he wrote during what seems to have been a traumatic divorce. He moved all of us because as he read, he wept openly. Dear readers, that is why I LOVE what I do. I believe poetry is meant to be performed live. A dear friend of mine said to me upon our first meeting,” Our words are our life.” How true that is! How amazing it is and an honor to have the chance to give other poets a platform from which they can come and bare their souls to us. We all benefit when a soul reaches out to touch us with their light.
So next time you think what you do is not important consider that maybe your presence in some one’s life might be the one thing that is keeping that person alive. The work you do no matter how menial in your eyes, maybe some one else’s miracle and moment of joy. Take your eyes off the numbers and value what you do because really, you’re the only one capable of doing what you do. What you do and who you are is irreplaceable..think on that!
-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2012
Eva Santiago 