Tag: God

Don’t Fear Your Wild Heart

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Don’t fear your wild heart
Out of it come life’s finest treasures
Don’t fear your wild heart
It fuels your most intimate of passions
Don’t fear your wild heart
It makes you feel the highest and lowest compassion
Don’t fear your wild heart
It’s why you’re not numb
Don’t feel your wild heart
It feeds your wildest imaginations
Don’t fear your wild heart
In it,faith,hope and love thrive
Don’t fear your wild heart
It is the antithesis to all that your brain denies
Don’t fear your wild heart
It draws you away from the mundane
To soar higher and graze upon greener pastures
Don’t fear your wild heart
It makes you feel the sharpest of pain
It opens the door for you to change
Don’t fear your wild heart
It makes you feel love’s width ,depth, height and circumference

The most alive people
All posses wild hearts beating passionately, madly , boldly
The most alive people
Have all feared our wild hearts at some point
Then we awoke
After feeling like long dead corpses
We fell into a deep slumber
When we no longer followed our wild hearts
We succumbed to fear
Go on,put your hand to your chest
How fast does your heart beat?
Or can you barely pick up a pulse?
W.A.R.N.IN.G.:
My message
My words
My stories
My poems
Are not for the faint hearted
I come to awaken your wild heart
But that’s only if you want it!

Eva Santiago copyright 2014

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God’s Workmanship

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I wrote this poem back in 2001. I remember writing so fast because I felt like my pen was going to burst and catch fire if I didn’t move it at the speed that my brain was beckoning it to go. I hope you enjoy it and may it bring you hope!

The Master forever works,creates,perfects
A living canvas
Chooses and mixes the various paints
What starts out in chaos He perfects
With His discriminating eye, He constantly scrutinizes…
The past He obscures in shades of grey
Lest you forget from where you came
In dazzling hues, He accentuates
Those things about you that deeply touch and delight Him
When you’re feeling frustrated and forgotten
DO NOT FEAR!
The Master is letting you rest
There are layers of paint that must dry-
Deep seated issues that can’t be worked out over night
Tomorrow He’ll pick it right back up
Then there are days of non-stop work
The canvas cries out,” I’m tired! I’ve had enough!”
The Master ignores your pleas
He alone knows when to cease
At times when your fears seem insurmountable
and failure is your constant companion
Rest assured, the plan is always bigger than the canvas
He will work it ALL out!
Those things that hurt you
The wounding you have suffered
He mixes them with dark shades of crimson
Reminding you He’s been there with you
Holding you as you were shamed and mistreated

Alas, The Master stands back
His living canvas is nearing completion…NOT!
This is a lifetime’s work
May the essence of God forever wash on your living canvas!
You ARE His work of art on display!

Eva Santiago copyright 2014

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What is a Man Robbed of His Dreams?

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People start dying long before they draw their last breath. Death sets in when you lose all hope. Death takes over when you see things from the view-point of the grave. Death comes on you like a thief at midnight to steal all your dreams from you. Because death alone knows that you gave up even before you were even conscious of it. The thief comes to steal and destroy; the thief sends death in first as a masked robber and then once he annihilates, you are done for.  What is a man robbed of his dreams?  What reason does a man have for existing if he has no dreams to propel him into a better future? Why would he want to keep drawing breath when he can’t even see his own tomorrow?

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

 

 

TINSEL YEARS

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TINSEL YEARS
He gave her tinsel everything
She lived all of her glitter years
With him there, in Tinsel Town
Tinsel hair
Tinsel clothes
Tinsel smiles
Tinsel hugs
Tinsel kisses
And she always knew
His bad was her good
And she always knew
She could not love- him
And so she said good-bye to it all:
Tinsel hair
Tinsel clothes
Tinsel smiles
Tinsel Hugs
Tinsel kisses
She was done
She was ready for something far beyond his tinsel and glitter years
“Hasta Luego. Me largo de aqui!”
She missed the mid-night train
For once her tears were real
As she wept a pond full
And they amalgamated with the pounding rain
“Good-bye,” She whispered into the mid-night air.”

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

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Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

So I stayed with you to appease the beast
I had no lab formula
To tame that Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde
That you for so long tried to hide
Apparently my love was not the antidote
It’s now oh so clear that there’s no cure
For that sad pathetic beast that you are
You did great
Fooling me for all of those years
With all of your masks
Every time one mask fell
You’d run to put it back in
And I’d sweat it out a little
I was afraid to see the real person
Because let’s face it
You’ve always lived the life of Dr. Jekyll and Mr.Hyde
I’d sleep next to a monster
Never really resting
Always with one eye opened
Certainly my heart mind or body
Never felt truly protected
Oh how my heart knew
Oh how my mind chose to ignore
Because I knew what lay in store
I too was in major denial
I told myself my love was enough
Until You took it all and still asked me for more
“ Well At least I didn’t destroy you,” said the beast
“ And who would want you?” Was one of your best lies
But now I know
Though you tried to shame me for so long
I am not ashamed
For you see as your beast bullied me
I grew stronger
As your beast raped me of my dignity
I found my self-confidence and security
As your beast starved me
I fed myself from the tree of life
As your beast circled about me waiting for my dead carcass
Help from the Ravens came and they fed me in the desert
That desert you abandoned and held me captive in
As you refused to water me
I learned from the desert plants
To store up water for the long drought
As you demolished my heart with your battering ram
It broke
Only to propagate itself
And now it’s one hundred times the size of the heart you first broke
So I thank that beast
Really?
Am I insane
Hardly!
The beast inside you
Made me the best I have ever been.
I bid thee well beast
I hope you get better
Just remember this:
You can’t touch a true heart
You can’t have what was not given you
What you took by force
You can not keep a free spirit in a cage
You can’t destroy what is full of life
I am that rose that grew in the concrete
Yeah that’s right, that stony heart of yours
Gave birth to this fragrant, amazing rose
I chose to live
You choose to die
So long beast!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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Things Can Never Be the Same

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Things can never be the same
Oh no they can’t
Once a baby is born
It is never the same
The sun rises to kiss a new day
And that day is never the same
The sun sets to cloak the world in a comforting darkness
The moon rises to bring the night brilliance
And the sky is never the same
And the earth is never the same
A girl becomes a woman
And she is never the same
A boy becomes a man
And he is never the same
A student learns knowledge
And he is never the same
A puppy becomes a dog
And that creature is never the same
The sower casts a seed into the ground
And that seed is never the same
The seed sown germinates
And that young seedling is never the same
A rose bud blooms
And that flower is never the same
A child loses her innocence
And she is never the same
The girl falls in love for the first time
And her heart is never the same
The boy falls for her for the first time
And his heart is never the same
The girl becomes his wife
And she is never the same
The boy becomes her husband
And he is never the same
A woman becomes a mother
And she is never the same
The man becomes a father
And he is never the same
The couple has a child
And their lives are never the same
Love turns to hate
And that heart is never the same
Laughter turns to tears
And that soul is never the same
Abuse a heart
Abuse a soul
Abuse a spirit
Abuse a mind
Abuse a body
And that whole being is never the same

Eva Santiago © 2014-2024

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Tiny Star

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This is a story I used to tell my 4 kids when they were little. I finally sat down and wrote it. I hope you enjoy this, a piece of my kid’s childhood. They still remember it and that warms my heart!

Once upon a time there was a tiny star who lived in the sapphire blue midnight skies. She wanted so much to be noticed but she was just a tiny twinkle in the heavens. She would see all the shooting stars flying by her at amazing speeds. She always wondered where they went once they fell out of the heavens, earth-bound,  never to be seen or heard from again. So she asked The North Star, the wisest of all the nova,

” North Star, please tell me how I can be like all those amazing shooting stars that whiz on by me everyday!” The North Star frowned and responded in his deep gentle voice of a caring grandpa,

” Darling, you don’t want to be them. Not all is as it seems.”

Tiny Star frowned and she jumped up and down exclaiming,

” But I DO! It’s what I wanted to be since I was born.” North Star put his arm around her and sat Tiny Star on his ancient lap. He let her get settled and then he answered.

” No, you don’t. For you see, shooting stars are here one day and gone tomorrow. They shoot off in a bang and no one ever sees them again.” Tiny Star was wide-eyed and she said,

” WHAT?? Where do they go?” North Star answered with a chuckle,

” They go nowhere mi amor. They die and can never shine like you will always shine. People don’t remember them like they remember you. People don’t name shooting stars, they name the real, fixed stars like you who form  part of major constellations. Remember that.” Tiny Star was amazed,

” You mean I matter? You mean people know my name?”  North Star answered  her with a calm smile and a wink,

” Of course they do because your name is written in the stars by God‘s own hand.” Tiny Star was never the same after she discovered her true identity and purpose.

THE END!

Eva Santiago copyright 2012-2013

 

Don’t Be Too Good

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Don’t be too good

You may be fucking up

By being too good

Bitter needs sweet

Sweet needs bitter

Show your true colors

Every once in a while

Surprise yourself!

Say what’s really on your mind

Stop crossing your t’s so perfectly

Stop dotting your i’s just right

If you’re like me

You always knew most of your school masters were vain and full of shit

They taught us things from a book

They demanded we pass all their tests

Not knowing they were failing us

Because you see

Every teacher worth his weight in gold knows that to teach simply means to awaken what is dormant

So go on!

FAIL!

Fail big

Fail medium

Fail small

Just don’t be afraid to try

The biggest failure is when you did nothing with your life

The biggest failures try to stop those of us who are trying

The biggest failures were brain washed as children by their school masters who cracked a wood ruler over their small knuckles because…

They would neither dot their i’s nor cross their t’s to perfection.

 

Eva Santiago copyright 2013

 

 

 

 

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