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

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It Takes 2

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

LILLIAN OF EAGLE VALLEY

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

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