What’s in a name?
Your character
Your personality
Your quirks
Your demons
Your warrior angel
Your frustrations
Your hidden intentions
Your truth
Your lies
Some change their birth names, ending chapters to stormy pasts
Some out grow their birth names
Still, some take on new appellations in search of new identities
Our names, name our past, present and future
Our names make, or break us
Our names are not etched in stone
But some can be found in Heaven’s book of Life!
Eva Santiago©2015-2024
How love dies:
When selfishness stabs it repeatedly
When betrayal bares ugly baby twins: Fear and Doubt
When truth is incessantly violated by a violent violator
Lies kill love quicker than Jaws devoured the flesh of a hundred victims
Crooked hearts fuck up tender hearts
Everything must die for anything to matter
And thus, lost love is found
Better to have been found than to stay perpetually lost
Independence kills love;
Love dies at the hand of lovers committing a million acts of independence
Love requires relationship:
To deny love of such, is to put your lover’s soul into an eternal state of spiritual anorexia
Love dies from careless lies whispered in the dark
Love dies when you unravel its mystery…
EVA SANTIAGO COPYRIGHT 2015
She’s the pebble that reflects the sun’s warm rays
She’s the paper he jots down all of his pent up frustrations upon
She’s the pen through which all of his hazy dreams ooze unto the blank lines of his journal
She’s the cracked pavement, a stage his shadow dances on, proving he is a being of light
He’s the wind who caresses the chimes, so her soul can sing when under duress
He’s the ray of light that escapes her heavily draped windows on the darkest, coldest of nights
He’s the anchor that grounds her storm tossed soul, keeping her from shipwreck
They’re each other’s: Pebble
Paper
Pen
Cracked pavement
Chime
Ray of light
Anchor
Together they ride the turbulent ocean waves
They are each other’s life raft, life saver, light house and final destination
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
What is this tear in my heart?
My heart is shredded
I can’t even remember when it tore for the very first time; let alone the most recent
After all’s been said and done: I’m OK!
And after all that keeps coming my way: I’m OK!
Our hearts were made to withstand a lot more wear and tear than we want to admit
To love without measure
To love with a reckless abandon, is the way we were meant to love
Or, forget it and don’t even love at all
To love with all kinds of conditions, regulations and stipulations
Is no love at all
To love with a reckless abandon is to get your heart shredded
Once your heart ‘s been through the wood chipper
You are different for always….
Eva Santiago copyright 2015
In the garden of Eden
Is where God met man’s needs
So He gave Him Eve
Who would help Adam to multiply his seeds
Through her kind words
Through her sensuous deeds…
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
2 years ago, he left for good…
Our good, that is
2 years later, things that had to fall in place,have
Things that had to run by the wayside,did
Things that are still together
Are holding beautifully and without much effort
2 years ago, I didn’t know if I’d make it on my own
2 years later, indeed, I have!!
2 years ago, I needed reassurance that my life altering decision was the right one
Not just for me;for my kids too
2 years later, I only wonder why I waited so long
2 years ago, I wondered If I would regret ending it
2 years later, I stand firmly by my decision and I boldly proclaim:
I regret very little in this short life span I’ve lived
I have loved walking this path
Here’s to the many steps that I’ve left to take!!!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
When there’s no place else to run to
Run to me
Run with me
A moment is a sanctuary
Why do we dismiss it so?
Eva Santiago copyright 2015
There is a way
I know that one day we will surely find it
Some days the path will curve
And we’ll know it’ll all be ok
Some days the path may dip
And we’ll know we’ll all be ok
Some days the path will look like one straight shot to our success
But will we take it?
Because the path to anything worthwhile
The path to anything mind blowing
The path to anything life altering is seldom one straight shot
There is a way
I know that one day we will surely find it
Not sure when,where,how
The path usually hides itself in plain sight
So easy to overlook
So easy to disregard
So easy to walk right on by
What’s that thing you hold in your hand?
That’s the key
The key to your dreams
You use it everyday and take it for granted
Because you never fully embraced it
You see it as a nuisance
When every nuance speaks the opposite
So wake up!
What’s that thing you hold in your hand?
That’s your key
To your heart
To your dreams
To your future
Use it well
Don’t abuse it
Don’t throw it away
Eva Santiago copyright 2015
The best tears you cry is when you’re alone. When you cry in some one else’s presence, you feel compelled to explain away how you feel.. The other person feels helpless . Both of you are sad. When you cry alone, you are just being YOU at your most vulnerable and that is good.
No fanfare
No pity
No explaining to do
Just cry it out…
Best places to shed your tears?
Out in the cold rain
In a hot bath/shower
In the warm ocean
Your tears return home in these familiar places
Worst places to shed your tears?
In front of people because most of the time, they don’t know what to do or say…people want to know why. Sometimes whys are not forthcoming.
Eva Santiago copyright 2014
What do you tell yourself
When you look in the mirror
When no one’s looking
When no one’s there
When no one’s listening
What do you tell yourself
In the dark
In the rain
In the mist
In the abyss
What do you tell yourself when you’re staring into the heavens
At the constellations
At the Big Dipper
At the Milky Way
What do you tell yourself
When your petty crimes far exceed your self-righteous ways?
What do you tell yourself when you’re in the company of a stranger?
What do you tell yourself when yesterday’s lies no longer bring you comfort?
What do you tell yourself when all you feel is great discomfort and disdain?
What do you tell yourself when you don’t even deem yourself worthy of being your own best friend?
What do you tell yourself when all you have is your own shadow to call your best friend?
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
Eva Santiago 