Tag: Eva Santiago
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OUR YESTERDAYS
Our yesterdays become today’s poetry
What mis-guided steps we took in earlier days
Become the compass to guide or mis-guide us through life’s tempests in later years
Our flood of tears that overwhelmed us as babes
Water and keep fertile our heart’s soil in our golden years
Our early attempts at art:
Our stick figures we clumsily drew and our finger paintings
Become the force behind master strokes
On the masterpiece we paint of our whole life
The notes we failed to carry when we were tone deaf
Become the notes angelic beings carry to and fro
Up and down Jacob’s ladder
Aligning the celestial harmonies
Between our heavenly residence and our earthly abode
The multitude of our unanswered questions
We asked while at our parent’s knees
Become our song’s lyrics
The stuff of our novels , stories and poems
We are greater than the sum of earth’s square footage
We are greater than the power of all rulers, past and present combined
Our greatness emanates from the Divine!
Eva Santiago copyright 2016
BITTER SWEET
We all drink from a certain cup
Bitter or sweet,
We take our daily libations from life’s fountain
A drink from a bitter cup has to be chased by a sip from the sweet one
or how would we make it?
Some choose bitter some choose sweet
Then there are those of us who figured long ago both are essential,
you can’t have bitter without the sweet
you can’t have sweet without the bitter
A babe craves sweet as it can’t handle bitter
The mature turn bitter from having swallowed the delusions that come with too much sweet
Too much sweet rots you from the inside out
So does too much bitter
Some drink their cups of shattered scraps as if that’s all there is
A wilder mind accepts that bitter and sweet cups are the stuff of life’s elixir
The bitter enhances the sweet and the sweet softens the bitter
You weren’t meant to drown in your bitter gall
Nor were you meant to be pacified by all that is sweet
The bitter tames your soul, makes it pliable
The sweet enhances all that is good in you
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2016
A WORLD OBSCENE
A world obscene
Is this what they get from us?
Where wrong is right
And right is wrong
Ever since the lines got blurred
And our cosmic speech became slurred
A world obscene
Is that what we’re leaving them?
Can we fix it?
Do we dare try?
Do we even want to?
Or are we too busy passing the collection plate
Hoping against hope
Religion wins their precious souls
We must step up!
Own what we’ve done
Let’s begin by admitting we didn’t care
As much as we were supposed to
Let’s create for them a new scene
I beg of you
Let’s not leave them a world undone
Let’s not leave them a world obscene.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
What’s in a Name?
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 copyright 2015
Love Requires Relationship
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
STRANGE CREATURES
We are such strange creatures!
We have to leave, to miss, and to be missed
We need space,to feel closer to our loved ones
We have to give, to receive
We have to die, to live
We have to have known loss, so we can appreciate
We have to have known darkness,so we can shine brightly through our being
We have to have been lost, to know the warm feeling of being loved and accepted
We have to be orphaned, in order to be adopted
We have to have tasted great hatred, so we can become great lovers
We have to have been buried, so we can sprout back up to life
We have to have been cut deeply and wide open, for blood to gush out, ushering in true healing
We have to have been cut, in order to be sutured
We have to have seen chaos, to appreciate harmony
We have to have heard cacophony, so we can hear beautiful sounds….
EVA SANTIAGO COPYRIGHT 2015
LIGHT BEINGS
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
Shreds
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
