Don’t worry about what comes next
Enjoy the moments as they are given you
If there is to be another
Enjoy that one and the moments after that
In this way
Moment by moments shared is how 2 grow in love
You grow in love gradually
Moment by moment
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
Moment by moment…
Eva Santiago copyright 2015
It takes to to make a thing go right
It takes 2 to fuck things up
It takes 2 to build a dream
it takes 2 to destroy it
It takes 2 to live in paradise
it takes 2 to fall from grace
It takes 2 agree and release power
It takes 2 to be in discord and release hell
It takes 2 to Tango, Mamba,Cha-Cha and Waltz
It takes 2 to step on each other’s feet
Miss beats
Miss cues and land flat on your face
It takes 2 to start a never ending war
It takes 2 to set 10,000 demons to flight
It takes 2 to call those demons back
It takes 2 to create a beautiful life in the womb
It takes 2 to abort it
It takes 2 to live in harmony
It takes 2 to make life a terrible cacophony
It takes 2.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
It takes 2 to sow discord and release hell
The story of my life
Tells you where I’ve been
What I’ve done
The many things I’ve heard and seen
The story of my life
Will tell you I was once a wife
I tried hard to live free
I tried hard to get rid of strife
The story of my life
Will tell you I’ve been beaten
But I’ve never been beat
I’ve been humiliated
But never annihilated
The story of my life
Has many a tough scene
But never have I regretted what these brown,deep set eyes have seen
The story of my life
Is not unlike many others
It has sorrow
It has joy
There’s no telling what comes tomorrow
The story of my life
Has its highs
Has its lows
Bright sun filled days
Gloomy sorrowed filled nights
But despite it all
I am proud of my own story
I share glimpses of it in my poems and stories
That’s how I honor my soul
That’s how I pay tribute
To my captivating history
I am not ashamed
I have very little to regret
I own it all
For good
For bad
Whether pretty
Whether ugly
For sweet
For bitter
It’s made me who I am
It’s my declaration,a place of personal growth and power
I dare you, right now
You’re reading this for a reason
Stake your claim
All our stories combined would fill volumes
Stop regretting and lamenting
Make this the day you take back your power!
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
Haddasah is trying to swim ashore after her sail boat capsized. She is floundering about and ends up swimming in circles. Her heart is weary from always being placed under high alert. It doesn’t know what to do anymore. The tide is rising and the fiery ball in the orange sky above is fast sinking into the horizon. Daylight is ebbing away much like an old man at sea about to inhale his last breath. Her honey hued eyes are wild as she peers into the four directions. No helps is coming from the north,south ,east or west. She treads the salty water as her athletic , tanned legs tremble under neath from sheer exhaustion. She wonders what it would be like to just sink down effortlessly to the bottom of the Pacific; to never see day light again. Would she miss it? Would she be missed? A flock of seagulls flies over head causing her to focus on something other than her muddled thoughts. Her stomach rumbles like Mount Vesuvius. Her long, slender, olive tanned arms are turning a light red. What happens now?
Suddenly from afar, Haddasah hears a loud horn and she is thrown wide awake. There are ear piercing sirens all around her. The flashing red and blue lights hurt her eyes as she lies on a patch of dewy grass. A tall EMT woman with blond hair tied in a pony tail is administering CPR. Haddasah catches a whiff of her minty breath and body spray which remind her of Chanel No 5. Haddasah slips out of consciousness and she’s back swimming again in that blue , chilly ocean water for God only knows how long.
Eva Santiago Copyright 2015
At first sight
Dreams sparkle like diamonds in the rough
I dream
I wake up
I sleep
I wake up
I dream again
Was it real?
Was it just a dream?
I dreamt that reality was the dream and when I awoke, I knew I had been dreaming because dreams are reality. Though I can’t touch what I dreamt of just yet. it doesn’t make it any less real than the closest tangible object…
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
Old things are new again
New things get old fast
You can’t recycle new things ’cause they’re not old yet
Old things get dubbed classic
New things get dubbed bomb
But can classic be bomb?
Can bomb be classic?
Old things are called antique
But when you buy an antique , is it new to you?
Old things get handed down
Can new things be traded up?
Old things create nostalgia
A longing for yesteryear
New creates euphoric feelings for the short term
Once you get your new things home
The newness quickly wears off
Are old memories better than new ones?
If you’re not making new memories
Are you recycling the old ones?
New is expected to learn from old
But will old humble itself to learn from new?
Are old sayings and proverbs wiser than new ad slogans and catchy song lyrics?
Can an old flame be rekindled to what it once was?
Can a new love spark a flame to burn into eternity?
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
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
Eva Santiago 