Tag: Nevada

Waking Dreams #1

Haddasah is trying to swim ashore after her sail boat capsized. She is floundering about and ends up swimming in circles. Her heart is weary from always being placed under high alert. It doesn’t know what to do anymore. The tide is rising  and the fiery ball in the orange sky above is fast sinking into the horizon. Daylight is ebbing away much like an old man at sea about to inhale his last breath. Her honey hued eyes are wild as she peers into the four directions. No helps is coming from the north,south ,east or west. She treads the salty water as her athletic , tanned legs tremble under neath from sheer exhaustion. She wonders what it would be like to just sink down effortlessly to the bottom of the Pacific; to never see day light again. Would she miss it? Would she be missed? A flock of seagulls flies over head causing her to focus  on something other than her muddled thoughts. Her stomach rumbles like Mount Vesuvius. Her long, slender, olive tanned arms are turning a light red. What happens now?

Suddenly from afar, Haddasah hears a loud horn and she is thrown wide awake. There are ear piercing  sirens all around her. The flashing red and blue lights hurt her eyes  as she lies on a patch of dewy grass. A tall EMT woman with  blond hair tied in a pony tail  is administering CPR. Haddasah catches a whiff of her minty breath and body spray which remind her of Chanel No 5. Haddasah slips out of consciousness and she’s back  swimming again in that blue , chilly ocean water for God only knows how long.

Eva Santiago Copyright 2015

Old Things Are New Again

Old things are new again

New things get old fast

You can’t recycle new things ’cause they’re not old yet

Old things get dubbed classic

New things get dubbed bomb

But can classic be bomb?

Can bomb be classic?

Old things are called antique

But when you buy an antique , is it new to you?

Old things get handed down

Can new things be traded up?

Old things create nostalgia

A longing for yesteryear

New creates euphoric feelings for the short term

Once you get your new things home

The newness quickly wears off

Are old memories better than new ones?

If you’re not making new memories

Are you recycling the old ones?

New is expected to learn from old

But will old humble itself to learn from new?

Are old sayings and proverbs wiser than new ad slogans and catchy song lyrics?

Can an old flame be rekindled to what it once was?

Can a new love spark a flame to burn into eternity?

EVA SANTIAGO COPYRIGHT 2015

 

 

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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C.R.Y.

The best tears you cry is when you’re alone. When you cry in some one else’s presence, you feel compelled to explain away how you feel.. The other person feels helpless . Both of you are sad. When you cry alone, you are just being YOU at your most vulnerable and that is good.

No fanfare

No pity

No explaining to do

Just cry it out…

Best places to shed your tears?

Out in the cold rain

In a hot bath/shower

In the warm ocean

Your tears return home in these familiar places

Worst places to shed your tears?

In front of people because most of the time, they don’t know what to do or say…people want to know why. Sometimes whys are not forthcoming.

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

 

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

 

 

HOW FREE ARE YOU?

My mind is free to go places without limits

My heart is free to feel what it wants to

My heart is free to love whom it wants to

To choose how long I’m going to love you

When I decide ,you’ll know

I won’t stop loving you

Because my hearts is free to change how I’ll continue loving you…

My feet are free to walk where they choose

My hands are free to grab a pen, put it to paper to unleash my wildest of imaginations

My body is free to feel the music and dance til day break or not

My eyes are free to roam where ever they want to and see things beyond the horizon

My ears are free to listen to nature’s song

To tune into an unseen realm-a realm more real than the tangible one

My will is free to choose right from wrong

I am free to learn the lesson or not…

How free are you?

 

 

 

 

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

 

 

THIS MOMENT

This moment I hear the wind outside slowly ushering in fall

Though the heat is still making its presence felt

Autumn is nipping at Summer’s heels

Summer is saying, ” I’m still here. I will dawdle and linger here a bit longer.”

Autumn, one known for not being abrasive

Gently blows in Summer’s ear

Caressing her sun- kissed cheeks

Tussling her golden tresses, saying,

” Take as long as you want my darling

I am not here to send you away as a discarded lover

I’m here to lighten your load, give you a break

Go now, your work of much producing and growing is done

Harvest draws nigh

Soon comes the bounty

Now rest from your labors

For Summer, you’re done.”

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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The Sea Owns the Tide

The sea owns the tide
Just like the moon owns the night
Just like the sun owns the day
Just like the stars own the sapphire hued heavens
Just like the light owns the dark
Just like the darkness owns nothing
Just like nothing owns the abyss

The sea owns the tide
Just like the grave owns life
Just like life owns all that is everlasting
Because death is not final

The sea owns the tide
Just like hatred owns what’s bitter
Just like the honey comb owns sweet nectar
Just like life owns breath
Just like blood owns life-
For the life of a thing is in its blood

The sea owns the tide
Just like summer owns growth
Just like fall owns decay
Just like winter owns stillness
Just like spring owns new life

The sea owns the tide
There’s never a way of knowing
Which way it’s gonna turn
The tide is high
It’s time to move on

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014

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