THE WAY

THE WAY

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

C.R.Y.

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

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

LONG BEFORE THE LIGHT

There is a smell and feel of dawn long before the light
Dawn smells like:
Lavender
An untraveled path
A rose about to bloom
A hot cup of steaming green tea

There is a smell and feel of dawn long before light
Dawn feels like:
A newborn’s breath on my cheek
My lover’s kiss on my eager lips
A hug from some one you have not embraced in a while
An unexpected smile…

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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WINTER OF WANT

Winter of want
Several seasons of this …
I am weary
I wake up daily
Put my nice smile back on
Yeah, gotta make sure everyone knows I’m ok
But inside
I am not
I am not ok with the needs
I am not ok with this winter of want
I am not ok with standing
I am a person of action
Lately my actions don’t seem to amount to much
I am not ok with laying down and taking it
FUCK!!!!!!
When does this winter of want end??
I close my eyes and I see myself running in fields of plenty
I see seeds I sowed long ago
Finally bringing forth their fruit
This is my only hope
In this long, weary winter of want

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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Mis Manos

I look at my hands
These hands that touched you first as you entered this life
They’re not extraordinary hands
They’ve not designed rocket ships
They’ve not drafted blue prints for a magnificent work of architecture
They’ve not operated on a human heart or brain
They’ve not touched millions of dollars
They’ve not been adorned with the most expensive of gold, silver and precious stones
They’ve not graced the latest fashion magazine covers
But I’ll tell you what they have done:
They have held babies from sun up ’til sun down
Wiped noses , bottoms and toes
Cooked, I can’t remember how many meals
Sewed, I lost track of the stitches and dresses
Disciplined several naughty toddlers
Wiped away, I forgot how many tears
Written so many words
On countless blank pages
Painted using fingers, brushes and knives
On many a canvas
Cleaned up the clutter
Washed all the clothes
And through it all, these hands that first touched you as you made your grand entrance
Into this great ,big world
Will always touch, caress and comfort you
I’ll hold your hand in mine
Together we’ll both learn of the mysteries of this universe.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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Written on Your Tomb Stone

What do you want your head stone to say?
What was your story?
Were you a mean son of a bitch?
Were you a crazy ass bitch?
What do you want written on your tomb stone?
Were you a heart breaker?
Were you a mender of hearts?
Were you an open wallet?
Were you a stingy penny pincher?
Were you a bitter slave?
Were you a happy free man?
Were you a train wreck?
Were you one who cleaned up after the wreck?
Were you selfish?
Were you a shy fish hiding in your shell?
Were you a flower who never bloomed?
Were you an opened up full of abundant life sun flower?
Was your heart a frozen tundra
Where people you were supposed to nurture died of starvation from your neglect?
Were you a fertile valley
Where people grew like trees
And the multitudes bloomed from your love?
Were you a discourager?
Were you an encourager?
Were you someone people ran from because all you caused them to feel was pain?
Did you draw people to you because of your love
Like a powerful magnet?
What will your head stone read?
Will there be a line of people at your wake
Tripping over themselves, waiting to eulogize you?
Will there be no one at your wake
Because no one bothered since you never bothered caring for others
What will your head stone read?

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KINGDOMS

WE all have our private little kingdoms
Whose side are you on?
Does your kingdom align with the darkness?
Does your kingdom align with the light?
Is your kingdom ruled by worry, doubt and fear?
Is your kingdom ruled by faith, hope and love?
What does your kingdom repel or attract?
Dark places in our heart
Places where light hasn’t yet reached
What does your story tell?
Whose kingdom child are you?
What’s written on your walls?
Have you left your heart wide open?
Or have you built a moat
‘Round your kingdom
Filled it with alligators
To keep all intruders out
You don’t really fear:
Attackers
Marauders
Intruders
Your worst fears:
Alligators in the moat surrounding your kingdom walls
You always thought me,your:
Attacker
Marauder
Intruder
All I brought you was my light
To touch all of your dark places
All you did was run
To hide behind the total eclipse of your moon
Although you broke my heart
Repeatedly and into so many pieces
It remains untamed still
And it always will
Although you tried to break me
You’re the one falling head long
Out of your strong tower
You’re just about to be devoured
Your alligators await you
With sharp teeth snapping
With jaws widely flapping
I hope you’re praying for a higher kingdom to come
I hope you’re praying to a higher power
Because as you fall head long
From your ivory tower
Your little kingdom you built so long ago
Has no value and no power.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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TURN IT OFF AND TUNE IN

Turn off the music
Pull the ear buds out
Shut your phone off
Your iPod can wait
Sit and be still
Listen to nature’s song
Birds are always singing
Tree leaves whisper ancient mysteries
Tree trunks silently testify
Watching you watch them
As you reflect
They reflect back
Trees in my yard
Know what went on in this house
Long before I arrived
Even the warm dirt beneath my feet
Can silently attest to that
16 boulders ’round the olive tree
Some one took their time
To place them there
Was that some one’s sacred altar?
Those stones were placed with care
This place is sacred to me
I come and I:
Ponder
Wonder
Seek
Ask and thank…
I leave my burdens here
I come to be
Man made cathedrals keep true God worshippers out
Nature’s cathedral
Welcomes one and all
Man made cathedrals
Cost a lot of money
Built by the sweat of man’s brow
Nature’s Cathedral
Is free and cost not a single life
Man made cathedrals
As exclusive as a country club
You must conform to be part of their clique
Nature’s cathedral
Expands far beyond what the naked eye can see
Reaching to the ocean
And across the horizon
Covering miles of ground
Reaching into the heavens
To include the Milky Way
And worlds beyond our grasp
Man made cathedrals
Here one day and gone the next
Nature’s cathedral
Was from days gone by
Is now in my back yard
With us still in the up and coming new earth!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014