Warriors vs Parasites

′′ They asked the founder of Dubai * Sheikh Rashid * about the future of his country, and he replied: ‘ My grandfather was riding a camel, my father was riding a camel, I was riding a Mercedes, my son was riding a Land Rover and mine grandson is going to ride Land Rover, but my great grandson will have to ride a camel again… ′′

Why is that?

′′ Tough times create strong men, strong men create easy times. Easy times create weak men, weak men create hard times. ′′

Many will not understand, but you have to create warriors, not parasites… ′′

Same thing you give everything free to your son who stays asleep all day.
You’re creating a loser inside the house

A New Day

Stepping into a new day when they tell us we are all gonna die is not easy to do

But the “theys” of the world are being exposed on a grand scale these days, so it’s up to each person to decipher the bullshit web of lies ;and instead allow TRUTH to strike and disintegrate the deceptions.

So the choice is ours: Do we believe the falsehoods the “theys” feed us or, we can choose to dance on the embers of their weak-ass lies

Let’s end this sadness today and light a match to rekindle the freedom,that comes from staring into TRUTH’s brilliance; beckoning us all to rise up from the ashes of all their dragons we have slayed!

Eva Santiago © 2021

OUR YESTERDAYS

Our yesterdays become today’s poetry

What mis-guided steps we took in earlier days

Become the compass to guide or mis-guide us through life’s tempests in later years

Our flood of tears that overwhelmed us as babes

Water and keep fertile our heart’s soil in our golden years

Our early attempts at art:

Our stick figures we clumsily drew and our finger paintings

Become the force behind master strokes

On the masterpiece we paint of our whole life

The notes we failed to carry when we were tone deaf

Become the notes angelic beings carry to and fro

Up and down Jacob’s ladder

Aligning the celestial harmonies

Between our heavenly residence and our earthly abode

The multitude of our unanswered questions

We asked while at our parent’s knees

Become our song’s lyrics

The stuff of our novels , stories and poems

We are greater than the sum of earth’s square footage

We are greater than the power of all rulers, past and present combined

Our greatness emanates from the Divine!

Eva Santiago copyright 2016

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THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL

THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL

To all of my readers: I wish you a Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays and a wonderful 2015!!! Thank you for reading and following this blog 🙂 ❤ -Eva

Christmas presents all wrapped up in bright festive colors

Waiting for their big day

Holding secrets that won’t keep long

Days dwindle down

Anticipation mounts

Big and small packages

Pregnant with good news

Only they know of the treasures within

Live each day like a Christmas gift you unwrap on Christmas morn’!

Because none of us know when our time comes

Anticipate each day like a kid on Christmas morn’

Stop looking back on your past gifts

You’ve been there and lived that

Live the present as if it really is your one and only present

Tomorrow’s gifts are yet unknown-they remain under the tree of life

Open them when their time comes

Yesterday’s presents will not help you live today any better

So wise up and get goin’

Get over the past, it’s been opened

Nor  worry about your future -for it’s yet to be unwrapped

LIVE this very day!

Go ahead, tear into the paper

Don’t save the bows

It’s what’s inside that matters

That’s what’s yours to hold!!!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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THOUGHT WAR

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

 

 

HALF ALIVE AND HALF DEAD

They  say you can’t miss what you’ve never had

Well I’m here to tell you that’s a big, fat, fucking lie

Today is my mother’s birthday

And I have missed her for my whole life

I don’t care ’bout your opinion

I don’t care  ’bout your thoughts

This is my heart, not yours and if I tell you I’ve missed my mother since the day she died-

Fuck you for making light of it

October 19th always comes and I feel a dreadful heaviness

I want to cry but the tears don’t come

I want to scream and I do silently from deep inside my soul, where no one on earth hears me

My silent screams ricochet into a fantastic echo, resonating into heaven’s outskirts

As I get older this doesn’t get better

They say time heals all wounds….well, what about this one?

Why hasn’t time taken away this sting?

Good God! Why oh why, must I feel like this?

I won’t fight how I feel or it will persist

I sit here embracing this void

I sit here embracing this old, cold pain in my heart

I sit here with a tight knot in my stomach

I sit here holding my breath…for what?

I have no idea

Souls that connect will miss each other even if the connection was brief

Oh how I miss you, Mama

I have traveled this galaxy in search of you

My tears are strewn about The Milky Way

I look up at the heavens always trying to somehow make my way back to you

I ask The Big Dipper to dip into the vast expanse of the deepest heavens…to transport you back to me

I talk to The North Star and I ask Him to never let you forget me… to never let you forget us

I talk to the moon and I ask her to light your path and to somehow keep a vigil for me

How ironic- that you keep a vigil for me and not I for you

But you see, life here in the now is tough as of late

And sometimes I go to sleep at night only to wake up feeling half alive and half dead

And I know where you currently reside has to be a place teeming with life

Because there’s got to be a place that is way better than here

There’s gotta be a time that is better than this hour

So say a prayer for those of us here, Mama dear

Say a prayer for those you left behind,Mama dear

Keep your light on for me because I so desperately wanna make it back to you

Go to that fountain

There, in the midst of that garden

Right at the foot of that sacred mountain

Look at your reflection in that ever clear, crystal pool

And I hope you see me there, waiting to catch a glimpse of you

I hope I see you there,waiting from this side of life, for you to reflect love back to me….

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

 

OUT OF THE MAZE

Mean spirits

Friendly spirits

Cannot consort together

Not today

Not tomorrow

Not ever

Can a friendly spirit turn mean?

Can a mean spirit turn friendly?

For a friendly spirit, is a mean spirit deadly?

For a mean spirit, is a friendly spirit a target?

To humiliate

To annihilate?

To intimidate?

 

Don’t follow a mean spirit

You’ll be lead into a maze

You’ll turn maze runner

Turning

Twisting

Dodging

Running for your very life

You’ll never know where the predator hides

You’ll hide in the corner and he’ll find you cowering

As he searches you out

He’ll see your breath lingering in the shadows

He’ll sense your heart beating right out of your chest

He’ll pounce upon you when you think you’re safe

He’ll make you grieve night and day

From that insane labyrinth, it’ll be next to impossible to escape

 

If you’re a friendly spirit turned maze runner

Your faith will light your way

Your light will guide you out

The sound of your voice will slay all the monsters

Your courage will shatter them all

 

You’ll outwit the grievers at every turn

When they attack, laugh in their hideous faces

They hate being mocked

How they hate the sound of joy

How they loath all that is friendly

Oh how they run from all that is light

And what the grievers truly despise

And what truly brings their demise

Are all the friendly spirits who’ve made it out of the maze

With our spirits alive

With our spirits intact

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014