YOUNG POETS REVOLUTION (YPR)

Dear readers, 2014 has begun with a BIG BANG for me! I was able to start my poetry group again. Due to unfortunate set backs, I had to put that labor of love aside for all of 2013. If you knew about my group back in 2012, we called ourselves The Henderson Poets. Now we have assumed a new name: YOUNG POETS REVOLUTION (YPR). We meet Tuesday nights at 7:30 pm at, https://www.facebook.com/thecoffeehouseonwaterstreet , the same venue that used to host us as the Henderson Poets. Our mission at YPR: To discover fresh, new voices who have not been heard before or who are struggling to be heard. YPR is open to ALL age groups!.  If you’re in our area, join  my lovely co-host, Elena Isabel Da’Silva and me, as we present  some amazingly talented local poets and musicians in Henderson,NV.ypr2

Eva Santiago, Copyright 2014

Event Location:https://www.facebook.com/thecoffeehouseonwaterstreet

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TINSEL YEARS

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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Don’t Be Too Good

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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IN MY TIME…

Too many kids today

Have straight teeth

But crooked morals

People caring too much

Almost obsessing even,

Their little Jimmy-Joe lacks the perfect smile

Little girls getting manis and pedis

When they’d rather be making mud pies and playing in the sand box

Little girls competing in beauty pageants

HOLD ON!!

Wait a damn minute!

If I were from the past

And suddenly awoke from the grave

Come back to earth for a brief spell

What would I think?

The world has certainly gone mad

In my time, famous was the man whose children loved him

Now fathers and children are practically strangers

In my time,the family you built was the legacy you left to your children

Now, families aren’t built with that purpose or intent-they aren’t even built…

In my time, home was where life made up its mind

Now, people live in grand houses surrounded by every creature comfort their hard-earned money can buy

But they forget a house filled with hate,strife discord and anger is hardly a place fit to call home

Eva Santiago copyright 2013

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Enter-Exit

An exit

Far exceeds an entrance

A child is born

A second of everyday

A person expires

A second of everyday

Birth is a great miracle

And so is death

Yet we celebrate life way more

Let’s see how this goes

Please, come with me and let’s explore

To be born is to be wide awake

For a few days,weeks, months and years

To die is to sleep

TO slumber and dream forevermore

And yet we fear what we don’t know

An exit far exceeds an entrance

Birth brings a fresh start

We’re all so hope-full

When we take in a baby’s beauty

We wonder what will be

We wonder what’ll be stored

In that fresh face-in that new heart

All our days are numbered

Even before we lived one

We seldom think of that at the start

Birth brings a fresh start

As does the death of the dearly departed

For you see, they get to start anew

In another place

In another time

Where the old is forgotten and everything’s new

Eva Santiago copyright 2013

 

ALL ONE

Alone VS Lonely

Alone tells me that I am all by myself;with the sum of all my thoughts accompanying me.

Alone tells me that I am A ok.

Lonely eats away at the core of my soul.

It blares at me that no one wants me.

Alone is  a companion-I’m taking care of me when I am alone.

I am ALL ONE: Not giving away pieces of my heart.

Lonely is a screaming,shrieking night owl telling me,no one gives a God damn about me.

Alone says,”Know thyself.” It is my truth telling best friend.

Alone is that mirror to my soul into which I glimpse,helping me  keep it all real.

Lonely gets me to a point of feeling desperate where I’ll just be with people I don’t even like who don’t even celebrate  me;instead they barely tolerate.

Lonely compels me to settle for far less than what I deserve..

Alone leads me besides still waters

Alone makes me to lie down in green pastures

Alone,my soul is restored.

Lonely demands I join in the drama-be part of the chaos.

Lose myself in the voices of others so that no one will hear my unique voice. So my self expression will be buried before it even had the chance to be seen or heard from.

Alone- All One- It is the voice of unity. For when I get alone I hear clearly the voice of The Trinity. That triune sound that can only be heard when I’m quiet and all alone.

Lonely is the party goer.

Lonely is the star in the spot light.

Lonely is the drunk hobo.

Lonely is the tough lawyer in the Armani biz suit.

People don’t go mad when they’re alone.

Loneliness drives people to insanity and beyond.

Loneliness drives people to do the unthinkable.

People can be their best by day: A put together doctor who tends to her patients with care.

A pastor tending to his flock.

Parents parenting their children

But when the sun sets and loneliness creeps in ever so slowly and stealthily; those in the day good doers turn to  our secret vices. To drown out  that loneliness screaming like a mad black panther inside our heads. We drown that dark voice in liquor, drugs,sex,whatever it takes to keep that killer beast at bay.

Alone vs lonely…the two aren’t sisters,not even cousins. One is a choice,the other chooses you. The best stories ever told are about loneliness because we’re all suckers for tear jerkers and tales that break our hearts so that we can feel human once more. Alone vs lonely: Alone is chosen…loneliness chooses you. No one ever says,” I want to be lonely.” We crave being alone.

Eva Santiago copyright 2013

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EVERYONE WAITS

Everyone waits
Some wait to die
Others wait out their fate
Still others wait until it’s too late

Children hate to wait
Some are born on time
Some are born past their due date
They don’t know we were born to wait

Then there are those who rush in
They hate to wait
So they rush in
And they get there at the wrong date

Everyone waits
She waits for the bus
He waits for his bride
She waits at the altar
As he dies in the war
She waits for the phone call
That will make her heart fall
The baby waits in utero
9 months in seclusion
Life began from day one
A child hopes to see the sun.

A man waits to die
He quit on life
When life got hard
He forsook the truth
And swallowed the lie
He waits to die
He stews in self hate
He thinks it’s too late
Life passes him by
And all he wants to do is die
Then there’s a woman who waits
For her lost love
She waits like she waited
When she was a school girl
For that phone call from him
That would rock her world
But it never came
Because he was too scared
To go after her
Who would rock his world
And the woman grew tired of the wait
And one day he showed up at her door
And then he came a day too late

Everyone waits…

-Eva Santiago copyright 2013