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TURN IT OFF AND TUNE IN

Turn off the music
Pull the ear buds out
Shut your phone off
Your iPod can wait
Sit and be still
Listen to nature’s song
Birds are always singing
Tree leaves whisper ancient mysteries
Tree trunks silently testify
Watching you watch them
As you reflect
They reflect back
Trees in my yard
Know what went on in this house
Long before I arrived
Even the warm dirt beneath my feet
Can silently attest to that
16 boulders ’round the olive tree
Some one took their time
To place them there
Was that some one’s sacred altar?
Those stones were placed with care
This place is sacred to me
I come and I:
Ponder
Wonder
Seek
Ask and thank…
I leave my burdens here
I come to be
Man made cathedrals keep true God worshippers out
Nature’s cathedral
Welcomes one and all
Man made cathedrals
Cost a lot of money
Built by the sweat of man’s brow
Nature’s Cathedral
Is free and cost not a single life
Man made cathedrals
As exclusive as a country club
You must conform to be part of their clique
Nature’s cathedral
Expands far beyond what the naked eye can see
Reaching to the ocean
And across the horizon
Covering miles of ground
Reaching into the heavens
To include the Milky Way
And worlds beyond our grasp
Man made cathedrals
Here one day and gone the next
Nature’s cathedral
Was from days gone by
Is now in my back yard
With us still in the up and coming new earth!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

FREEDOM IS WHAT I CRAVE

I want freedom
I have some freedom
I want more though
I crave freedom so badly
Making love with my lover
In our own private world
I feel truly free
Nothing else is offering me
Total abandon right now
Only there: Not me with him or him with me but when we’re US- I feel alive
I crave freedom
Like the desert craves rain
Like birds crave flying
Like polar bears crave snow
Like the snow-capped mountains crave sunshine so they can melt
Like coal craves to become a diamond
Like an oyster craves to make a pearl
Like William Wallace craved freedom for his beloved Scotland
Like this pen in my hand
Seeks to search out my heart’s dirt
Helping to pour out its contents
So I can make sense of it
By putting it all into words, sentences and paragraphs
I must keep moving
Freedom is what I crave!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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Written In The Sheets

My Bed
My bed sheets
Are the story of my love life with you
When we turn down the sheets together and climb in
We write out our love poem
Our bodies-the plumes
We jot hurriedly
We scribble
We choose our words to match our actions
We decide..together, the rhythm of our song
Some lines are passionate
Some lines are torrid
Some lines are tender
Some lines are down right naughty
Above all else: We’re TRUE
The actions behind our words
Are all deliberate
Everything we do with each other
Is with purpose and intentional-if our bed could talk…
Oh my! It’d speak the story of true love unfolding
Our bed sheets: Where we record our own private love story!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH!!!
Inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in 1996, National Poetry Month is now held every April, when schools, publishers, libraries, booksellers, and poets throughout the United States band together to celebrate poetry and its vital place in American culture.www.poets.org/npm/

WARS
Everyone I know is at war
Some with themselves
Some with others
Wars are ensuing all around
Wars of the will
Wars of the aged
Wars of the youth-against an all corrupt machine
Wars of the mind
Battle of wits
Leave you feeling empty
Devoid of feeling
Dejected-rejected
From time immemorial
We’ve been at war
Yes, this little sphere of green and blue
We all call home has known nothing but war:
2 brothers fought
Cain murdered Abel in cold blood
Only because he was jealous
Father against son
Son against father
That was King David’s plight
Then David warred after a wife not his own
Killing a innocent man on account of his lust

I wonder if the earth ever weeps
When all it’s known is war

This group against that one
It all starts out small
Then it’s no longer brother against brother
Soon the conflict turns neighbor against neighbor
Town against town
City against city
Pretty soon it becomes nation against nation
Until it blows up in to a full fledged world war
And what has all this accomplished?
Are we really better off?
Do we have more oil?
Do we have more land?
Do we have more of whatever the hell we went to war for?
Are we richer for it?
Of course not!

Because think of it:
Very seldom does war bring LOVE

Now a days an unborn baby has to war to exist
A young woman conceives
Then she’s cast into an arena of ideas and notions
Demanding she end that precious live God gave her
In ancient Rome people went before hungry lions
When they opposed the status quo
To oppose the status quo of our day-Is to be fed lies by the starving lions
Who seek to kill, steal and destroy

So where are we today?
Are we better off than the old Roman empire?
We may not be viewing their bloody sports in blood drenched arenas
But they’re destroying others who think differently
Who dare to stand alone
Just dare to not conform
Try it one time
You’ll quickly find yourself out in the cold
Alone and ostracized
By the greater majority
Don’t be fooled
Though the ancient blood spattered arenas have long since vanished
Today we have:
Churches
Public schools
Corporations
Hospitals
Don’t conform in those modern day arenas
Voice your unique thoughts
And you’ll end up in the lion’s den
We are at war!
Wars have never stopped
We are at war
When did war usher in true peace?

Think on this:
Very seldom does war bring LOVE

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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DARK ROOM

My home is a dark room
Negatives exposed to light
Composition taking place
Light filters for enhancement
We are making history
We are mending hearts
We are setting the captives free
Not by power
Not by might
But by the power of the living God
We have vision
We have purpose
We have destiny
And no one’s gonna stop us
Because from this dark room come:
The greatest stories ever told!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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Too Many Questions..Not Enough Answers

We all must change this
But not for ourselves so much
We all must change this
For the generations coming after us
What are we leaving them?
What will they remember us for?
Will we be called great ancestors?
Will we be called ancestral failures?
Will they hate us or
Will they thank us?

Eva Santiago copyright 2014

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Lazarus Come Forth…

In honor of spring, I wrote this the other night at my Young Poets Revolution, poetry open mic night. Spring is one of my favorite seasons. HAPPY SPRING 2014 ALL!!!

Now is here
What are you gonna do?
NOW is what counts
STOP!
LOOK!
LISTEN!
Now is what’s alive
The past will drown
Suffocate-kill you
The past is dead
Let it GO!
The past is a ghost:
“Lazarus,come forth!”
He left his past
Inside his stinky tomb
The future is untold:
Uncertain
Unpromised
Unfulfilled
It’ll be here sooner than a blink
Why pine away for what was?
Why long for what’s unsure?
Put away your gadgets and look at who sits in front of you NOW!
Now matters a hell of a lot
Feel the sunshine, NOW!
Play in the rain, NOW!
Make love intensely, NOW!
Love all your kids, NOW!
Hug like crazy, NOW!
Don’t waste one single second hating
Don’t waste one single moment regretting and fretting
NOW you are needed
NOW you’re alive
Live for today and fuck all the rest!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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KABOOOOOM!!!

Everyone’s scramblin’ around like rats on a sinking ship
Running to and fro waiting to catch the last crumbs from the rich man’s table
We are not the rats they’ve conditioned us to be
We were created to be so much more
And yet the current paradigm exists
That prison we’re all so desperately trying to flee- to break out of
And yet it persists
It’s like a fucking magnet that keeps pulling us back to what we’ve known
When is enough fucking enough??
I say enough is NOW!!
I can’t go on like this
I can’t go on like I’ve been
I must break out of this thought prison
Because I was made to have a higher existence
One without the entrapments of the current status quo
I am from a kingdom not of this world
This present kingdom everyone pursues is fading fast
This present kingdom collides with the New Kingdom which exists from of old
This present kingdom causes friction with The Upside Down Kingdom
We live in 2 kingdoms
At some point we all must choose one over the other
One will master you; the other, YOU master it
Choose this day in which kingdom you’ll be a subject or a slave
Choose wisely for your destiny depends on it.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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WILD HEART

I had a dream last night
I met up with my wild heart
“Hey! What’s up?” He said
“Who are you?” I asked nervously
” I’m the one to take you to your destiny!” He proudly proclaimed
Oh, I shook
Oh, I quivered
Oh, I shrank back in fear….

He was like no other yet I liked him, not understanding why. He pushed me to the precipice of my unlived life, daring me to take a leap of faith. My heart pounded as a kettle drum keeping time in an orchestra. He glanced at me and tossed his head back laughing heartily, not at me, but at the unspoken fear that hung on me like visible grave clothes. The more I hung out with my wild heart, I grew to like him by the second.
He was:
Magnetic
Enigmatic
Prophetic
He spoke truth piercing words that stung my lazy , stagnant flesh. He was gently prodding me awake and I wasn’t minding it one bit. Wild heart showed me my past and for the first time in my whole existence, I felt no shame. He explained that it’s because I’ve overcome all the pain with his help.
“Wait,” I asked, confused, ” We’ve met before?”
Wild Heart was amused with my question and answered me with a twinkle in his eye,
“I was with you from day one. You just never took the time to acknowledge me before. You listened to all the shoulds and should nots so I had to stay quiet and let you make up your mind.”
By the way, His sea-green eyes were deep pools of love, knowledge and understanding; I had to make myself not stare into them too intently or I’d drown in them.
” My deep apologies for not having listened to you until now,” I offered lamely. Wild Heart just gave me a hug as all my worries melted in his warm embrace; very much like the sun melts a piece of snow covered ground.

Next, Wild Heart took me to a high wall. It was the highest I’ve ever been and he picked me up with his steady hands, about to dunk me into a pool of sparkling waters with depths unknown to me. I was used to living in the lows of life so this didn’t startle me. Wild Heart sensed this some how, so just as quickly, he picked me up and twirled me about, way above the ground, much like a daddy does with an unsuspecting ,trusting infant. I wasn’t even dizzy and I never closed my eyes once, like the old me would have done. I was wide awake as I began to see everything around me in a new perspective. Once he put me down I asked,
“Why did you do that just now?”
” You’ve not really lived ’til now.” He paused to let his words sink into the depths of my soul.
” But,but,what?!” I stammered in disbelief, thinking I had accomplished so much for my 40 something years.
” No offense, but you’re young still,” he said with a wink.
” You’ve so much more to see, to hear, to feel, to touch, to smell. So many more people left for you to love. Your work has only just begun.”
I was overwhelmed now, Wild Heart could sense it and he added,
” Your time here is multiplied when you follow Me, your Wild Heart because you’re no longer living according to some one else’s rules. Live the kingdom life and you become immortal, eternal and unforgettable. Follow me and you’ll do so much more.” I found my voice and I asked him,
“When and where do I start?” He commended me,
“You’ve had a great start. Now, you just keep waking up the wild hearts who have fallen asleep and fallen by the wayside. That’s your task.” I was taken aback as I asked,
” So you’re pleased with the little I’ve done so far?” Putting his muscly arms around me he held me closely,
” Yes, indeed I AM that I AM!. And now go on, it’s time to brush off the gold dust of yesterday’s glories. Continue on your journey down this path that will bring you that crown which you’ll eventually cast down at my feet on that day of all days.”

Wild Heart left me with a riddle and my wild heart awakened beating as a kettle drum. Now the orchestra played a new symphony. I jumped out of my bed, fresh, alive and with new thoughts. I know where I’m going and I’ll never again not follow my wild heart. I bid you, I dare you, I implore you….won’t you do the same?!

Eva Santiago copyright 2014
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At Your Feet

At your feet
I feel no pain from the defeat
At your feet
Light pushes the darkness in me back
At your feet
I find my once lost beat
At your feet
My pain is certain
But my joy knows no bounds
At your feet
My worries,doubts and fears fade
At your feet
Down I lay every one of my burdens
And pick up life’s eternal crown
At your feet
My tears unleash a torrent of my love for you
At your feet
Is where I’ll always want to be
At your feet
At your feet
At your feet.

Eva Santiago copyright 2014

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