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EVICTION NOTICE SERVED

Evict what’s not working for you anymore
Be the land lord of your heart
Serve notice to the past with all of its hurts and scars
Serve notice to people who drown your creative expression
Serve notice to your night mares
Clean out your temple and drive out the thieves and money changers
But don’t stop there and leave your home empty once the squatters vacate the premises
Now put up a for rent sign on your heart’s door
Rent rooms out to:
Love
Joy
Peace
Patience
Kindness
Faithfulness
Goodness
Humility and
Self Control
They’ll be the best tenants
Because they’ll not destroy your home again
They’ll show you the real you
They’ll be with you through good and bad
One day you’ll wake up to find
They’re no longer renters
Because you’ve made them home owners

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

KABOOOOOM!!!

Everyone’s scramblin’ around like rats on a sinking ship
Running to and fro waiting to catch the last crumbs from the rich man’s table
We are not the rats they’ve conditioned us to be
We were created to be so much more
And yet the current paradigm exists
That prison we’re all so desperately trying to flee- to break out of
And yet it persists
It’s like a fucking magnet that keeps pulling us back to what we’ve known
When is enough fucking enough??
I say enough is NOW!!
I can’t go on like this
I can’t go on like I’ve been
I must break out of this thought prison
Because I was made to have a higher existence
One without the entrapments of the current status quo
I am from a kingdom not of this world
This present kingdom everyone pursues is fading fast
This present kingdom collides with the New Kingdom which exists from of old
This present kingdom causes friction with The Upside Down Kingdom
We live in 2 kingdoms
At some point we all must choose one over the other
One will master you; the other, YOU master it
Choose this day in which kingdom you’ll be a subject or a slave
Choose wisely for your destiny depends on it.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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WILD HEART

I had a dream last night
I met up with my wild heart
“Hey! What’s up?” He said
“Who are you?” I asked nervously
” I’m the one to take you to your destiny!” He proudly proclaimed
Oh, I shook
Oh, I quivered
Oh, I shrank back in fear….

He was like no other yet I liked him, not understanding why. He pushed me to the precipice of my unlived life, daring me to take a leap of faith. My heart pounded as a kettle drum keeping time in an orchestra. He glanced at me and tossed his head back laughing heartily, not at me, but at the unspoken fear that hung on me like visible grave clothes. The more I hung out with my wild heart, I grew to like him by the second.
He was:
Magnetic
Enigmatic
Prophetic
He spoke truth piercing words that stung my lazy , stagnant flesh. He was gently prodding me awake and I wasn’t minding it one bit. Wild heart showed me my past and for the first time in my whole existence, I felt no shame. He explained that it’s because I’ve overcome all the pain with his help.
“Wait,” I asked, confused, ” We’ve met before?”
Wild Heart was amused with my question and answered me with a twinkle in his eye,
“I was with you from day one. You just never took the time to acknowledge me before. You listened to all the shoulds and should nots so I had to stay quiet and let you make up your mind.”
By the way, His sea-green eyes were deep pools of love, knowledge and understanding; I had to make myself not stare into them too intently or I’d drown in them.
” My deep apologies for not having listened to you until now,” I offered lamely. Wild Heart just gave me a hug as all my worries melted in his warm embrace; very much like the sun melts a piece of snow covered ground.

Next, Wild Heart took me to a high wall. It was the highest I’ve ever been and he picked me up with his steady hands, about to dunk me into a pool of sparkling waters with depths unknown to me. I was used to living in the lows of life so this didn’t startle me. Wild Heart sensed this some how, so just as quickly, he picked me up and twirled me about, way above the ground, much like a daddy does with an unsuspecting ,trusting infant. I wasn’t even dizzy and I never closed my eyes once, like the old me would have done. I was wide awake as I began to see everything around me in a new perspective. Once he put me down I asked,
“Why did you do that just now?”
” You’ve not really lived ’til now.” He paused to let his words sink into the depths of my soul.
” But,but,what?!” I stammered in disbelief, thinking I had accomplished so much for my 40 something years.
” No offense, but you’re young still,” he said with a wink.
” You’ve so much more to see, to hear, to feel, to touch, to smell. So many more people left for you to love. Your work has only just begun.”
I was overwhelmed now, Wild Heart could sense it and he added,
” Your time here is multiplied when you follow Me, your Wild Heart because you’re no longer living according to some one else’s rules. Live the kingdom life and you become immortal, eternal and unforgettable. Follow me and you’ll do so much more.” I found my voice and I asked him,
“When and where do I start?” He commended me,
“You’ve had a great start. Now, you just keep waking up the wild hearts who have fallen asleep and fallen by the wayside. That’s your task.” I was taken aback as I asked,
” So you’re pleased with the little I’ve done so far?” Putting his muscly arms around me he held me closely,
” Yes, indeed I AM that I AM!. And now go on, it’s time to brush off the gold dust of yesterday’s glories. Continue on your journey down this path that will bring you that crown which you’ll eventually cast down at my feet on that day of all days.”

Wild Heart left me with a riddle and my wild heart awakened beating as a kettle drum. Now the orchestra played a new symphony. I jumped out of my bed, fresh, alive and with new thoughts. I know where I’m going and I’ll never again not follow my wild heart. I bid you, I dare you, I implore you….won’t you do the same?!

Eva Santiago copyright 2014
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CONTRADICTION

Used to be torn
Right in two
Pieces of me strewn all over
After a life time with you
After a life time of your hate
I discovered to love instead of hate
You tried to break me
You’re the one now torn
Bits of you lay scattered
Tossed about haphazardly
By your own hand
You chose this for your destiny

I am not the one
Laying naked on the floor
I am now the one
Clothed in another man’s love
You said so many damned times,
“I love you”
And I not once believed you
Because your balled up fists
Spoke way more than your words
” I love you,” you said
By your side, I always felt dead
Your love was in question
Every single day I shared my life with you

For you see: To love is to clothe
To hate is to expose
To love is to compose
To hate is to dethrone
To love is to protect
To hate is to defraud
To love is to secure
To hate is to unhinge
To love is to embrace
To hate is to cast aside
And cast me aside you did
To love is to kiss
But all you knew how to give
Were the fake kisses of Judas the traitor high priest
To love is to bless
To hate is to curse
And you did curse me with your fake confessions of love
To love is to be honest
To hate is to lie
To love is to see
To hate is blindness
To love is to feel
My love for you always chose to see past your evil delusions

I don’t miss you
I don’t miss us because you and me never became us
You were and still are YOU
I am me, still searching for my us…but never again with you.
I am fine now
No longer torn am I
No longer naked and bound on the floor
My faith has come back stronger than before
I am growing whole
I’ve nothing left to lose
Because even though you cost me a great deal
I soar daily as an eagle
Arising daily from my smoldering ashes
And my heart has found a home
A home worthy of my heart
A heart worthy of my home
And daily I fly to meet him…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=co6WMzDOh1o

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

At Your Feet

At your feet
I feel no pain from the defeat
At your feet
Light pushes the darkness in me back
At your feet
I find my once lost beat
At your feet
My pain is certain
But my joy knows no bounds
At your feet
My worries,doubts and fears fade
At your feet
Down I lay every one of my burdens
And pick up life’s eternal crown
At your feet
My tears unleash a torrent of my love for you
At your feet
Is where I’ll always want to be
At your feet
At your feet
At your feet.

Eva Santiago copyright 2014

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Don’t Fear Your Wild Heart

Don’t fear your wild heart
Out of it come life’s finest treasures
Don’t fear your wild heart
It fuels your most intimate of passions
Don’t fear your wild heart
It makes you feel the highest and lowest compassion
Don’t fear your wild heart
It’s why you’re not numb
Don’t feel your wild heart
It feeds your wildest imaginations
Don’t fear your wild heart
In it,faith,hope and love thrive
Don’t fear your wild heart
It is the antithesis to all that your brain denies
Don’t fear your wild heart
It draws you away from the mundane
To soar higher and graze upon greener pastures
Don’t fear your wild heart
It makes you feel the sharpest of pain
It opens the door for you to change
Don’t fear your wild heart
It makes you feel love’s width ,depth, height and circumference

The most alive people
All posses wild hearts beating passionately, madly , boldly
The most alive people
Have all feared our wild hearts at some point
Then we awoke
After feeling like long dead corpses
We fell into a deep slumber
When we no longer followed our wild hearts
We succumbed to fear
Go on,put your hand to your chest
How fast does your heart beat?
Or can you barely pick up a pulse?
W.A.R.N.IN.G.:
My message
My words
My stories
My poems
Are not for the faint hearted
I come to awaken your wild heart
But that’s only if you want it!

Eva Santiago copyright 2014

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YOUNG POETS REVOLUTION (YPR)

Dear readers, 2014 has begun with a BIG BANG for me! I was able to start my poetry group again. Due to unfortunate set backs, I had to put that labor of love aside for all of 2013. If you knew about my group back in 2012, we called ourselves The Henderson Poets. Now we have assumed a new name: YOUNG POETS REVOLUTION (YPR). We meet Tuesday nights at 7:30 pm at, https://www.facebook.com/thecoffeehouseonwaterstreet , the same venue that used to host us as the Henderson Poets. Our mission at YPR: To discover fresh, new voices who have not been heard before or who are struggling to be heard. YPR is open to ALL age groups!.  If you’re in our area, join  my lovely co-host, Elena Isabel Da’Silva and me, as we present  some amazingly talented local poets and musicians in Henderson,NV.ypr2

Eva Santiago, Copyright 2014

Event Location:https://www.facebook.com/thecoffeehouseonwaterstreet

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What is a Man Robbed of His Dreams?

People start dying long before they draw their last breath. Death sets in when you lose all hope. Death takes over when you see things from the view-point of the grave. Death comes on you like a thief at midnight to steal all your dreams from you. Because death alone knows that you gave up even before you were even conscious of it. The thief comes to steal and destroy; the thief sends death in first as a masked robber and then once he annihilates, you are done for.  What is a man robbed of his dreams?  What reason does a man have for existing if he has no dreams to propel him into a better future? Why would he want to keep drawing breath when he can’t even see his own tomorrow?

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014