To all of my readers: I wish you a Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays and a wonderful 2015!!! Thank you for reading and following this blog 🙂 ❤ -Eva Christmas presents all wrapped up in bright festive colors Waiting for their big day Holding secrets that won’t … Continue reading THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL
My thoughts run a muck .
My thought stagger.
My thoughts run limp.
My thought run at the speed of light.
My thoughts meander down less traveled paths where light has not reached yet
My thoughts dance in the rain
My thoughts celebrate life
My thoughts weep at death
My thoughts always communing with me
My thoughts always making love with my spirit
My thoughts always at war with my flesh
My thoughts always at peace with my heart
My thoughts lay scattered about
My thoughts always in a haze of self-doubt
My thoughts are mine and mine alone
I own the ones that are true-discarding the lying ones
My thoughts gallivanting about on endless fields of green
My thoughts gliding effortlessly about as sailboats on clear blue seas
My thoughts cascading like the Tequendama Falls
My thoughts orbiting the moon and watching the Milky Way knowing of galaxies beyond
My thoughts are old
My thoughts are new
My thoughts are borrowed
My thoughts are blue
My thoughts reflecting the colors of the rainbow
My thoughts are triple X-rated
My thoughts are pure as snow
My thoughts bask in the sunshine on a beach in Spain
My thoughts tango with great passion in Buenos Aires
My thoughts never in prison
My thoughts have wings and fly far away places
My thoughts always cherishing and remembering kind,sweet faces
My thoughts getting anchored down in the many books I write
My thoughts dreaming up greatness
My thoughts perceiving things I’ve yet to comprehend with my finite mind
My thoughts hear music that’s yet to be played over the radio air waves
My thoughts at best exasperating for I am still living in this 3 dimensional plane
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
I am posting a couple of poems written by a 13 year old dancer and aspiring poet . -Eva
Storytellers
dancers are mimes
we express ourselves
through our
movements,
no words.
if your act
tells a story,
I think it’s one of
the most
beautiful things.
if not, you need to
get out of the
box and tell it.
dd decola
I’m Deanna. Most know me by DD, which is how I write my name on some poems I have written. I’m a dancer, dance has been a part of my life for awhile, since I was two. I’m in 7th grade, in Las Vegas Nevada. Dance helps me with my writing, and so do my experiences. My dream is to become a professional dancer, along with being a writer/poet.
She was a transformed heart, in a budding love. She decided to treat herself to a set of brand new bed linens
OUT WITH THE OLD!
IN WITH THE NEW!
She shopped all over to find just the right ones. She wanted to celebrate fresh love with expensive sheets;the kind found in 5 star hotels. Her credit card implored with her not to be reasonable. Her cost conscious mind would admonish her, “Watch that money…settle for what you can afford…” She was through with just getting along. She had settled in a marriage;compromising in lesser ways that had led her to tolerate things she was never meant to put up with. And now, she was ending a long era of self disrespect.A generous soul, her giving knew no bounds. She always gave her best to others, putting herself on the back burner. This purchase was indeed a huge deal!She was now ascending to a higher level, adorned by genuine love for the first time in her existence. She chose sage hued linens;wisdom had lead her thus far. The counsel of the sages had caused her to grow. She’ll never ,ever conform again…she has become a sage as well.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
A prison can be found in the confines of a 3 million dollar mansion
A prison can be found in the interior of the latest Ferrari model
Prisons are all around
What keeps you from chasing after your dreams?
That’s your prison
Who controls your mind?
They are your prison warden
Why did you never believe you could fly?
A prison is waiting there for you…on that island that surrounds that lie
You know the one
You heard it from the time you could understand
You came here to be free
And some one stole the sparkle from your eyes
Some one chopped off the tail to your kite
Telling you it wasn’t long or short enough…and you believed them…
Some one said you sucked at singing
That your voice is flatter than a pan cake
And you chose not to let your vocal chords sing another note
Some one told you couldn’t dream great dreams
So you chose to live a night mare
Some one told you you’re too poor to make your dreams come true
That only the rich are allowed to dream…you believed them…
All you had to do was reject the bullshit lies
But you went on and embraced them instead
You chose a prison to spend all of your days in
You chose to line your pockets with money
So you wouldn’t have to live feeling the pain of the lie
You have friends, but you hate them all
You have people who need your help
And you hate them too
There are people who love you
And you can’t receive their love because you don’t allow yourself visitors inside your self- made prison
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
One day I want to look up and know that all I did made a difference
I wanna know that all I touched turned to gold
I wanna know that I warmed a heart gone cold
I wanna know that I caused the blind to see
I wanna know that I caused waves in the ocean
and that the stones I skipped on a pond
caused ripples in the sea
I wanna know that those souls in my care
knew I was always there
I wanna know that I caused the deaf to hear
sweet,sweet, sweet music for the very first time
I wanna know I made some one cry happy tears
I wanna know that I made some one laugh ’til they cried
I wanna know that my existence made a difference
I wanna know that I caused a paused heart to resume play
I wanna know that you chose life because my life made a difference in yours
I wanna know that I caused you to dream big dreams because this dreamer, never dreams little dreams
I wanna know that I caused you to be ridiculously silly for a half a minute
and for that short span of time you forgot your troubles
I wanna know if my love caused you to bloom…
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
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
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.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
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.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
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…
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
Eva Santiago 