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

FullSizeRender

 

BITTER SWEET

We all drink from a certain cup
Bitter or sweet,
We take our daily libations from life’s fountain
A drink from a bitter cup has to be chased by a sip from the sweet one
or how would we make it?

Some choose bitter some choose sweet
Then there are those of us who figured long ago both are essential,
you can’t have bitter without the sweet
you can’t have sweet without the bitter

A babe craves sweet as it can’t handle bitter
The mature turn bitter from having swallowed the delusions that come with too much sweet
Too much sweet rots you from the inside out
So does too much bitter

Some drink their cups of shattered scraps as if that’s all there is
A wilder mind accepts that bitter and sweet cups are the stuff of life’s elixir
The bitter enhances the sweet and the sweet softens the bitter
You weren’t meant to drown in your bitter gall
Nor were you meant to be pacified by all that is sweet
The bitter tames your soul, makes it pliable
The sweet enhances all that is good in you

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2016

IMG_0096

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

baby_name

624633-baby-names

Love Requires Relationship

Love Requires Relationship

How love dies:

When selfishness stabs it repeatedly

When betrayal bares ugly baby twins: Fear and Doubt

When truth is incessantly violated by a violent violator

Lies kill love quicker than Jaws devoured Β the flesh of a hundred victims

Crooked hearts fuck up tender hearts

Everything must die for anything to matter

And thus, lost love is found

Better to have been found than to stay perpetually lost

Independence kills love;

Love dies at the hand of lovers committing a million acts of independence

Love requires relationship:

To deny love of such, is to put your lover’s soul into an eternal state of spiritual anorexia

Love dies from careless lies whispered in the dark

Love dies when you unravel its mystery…

EVA SANTIAGO COPYRIGHT 2015

LIGHT BEINGS

LIGHT BEINGS

She’s the pebble that reflects the sun’s warm rays

She’s the paper he jots down all of his pent up frustrations upon

She’s the pen through which all of his hazy dreams ooze unto the blank lines of his journal

She’s the cracked pavement, a stage his shadow dances on, proving he is a being of light

He’s the wind who caresses the chimes, so her soul can sing when under duress

He’s the ray of light that escapes her heavily draped windows on the darkest, coldest of nights

He’s the anchor that grounds her storm tossed soul, keeping her from shipwreck

They’re each other’s: Pebble

Paper

Pen

Cracked pavement

Chime

Ray of light

Anchor

Together they ride the turbulent ocean waves

They are each other’s life raft, life saver, light house and final destination

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015

Great Things Don’t Go Away

Great Things Don’t Go Away

Great things don’t go away

Great things are seldom forgotten

Great things are great because of the great people behind them

When you’re great,you won’t be left in a dusty cloud of yesteryear’s glory

When you’re great, you draw like spirits to you

When you’re great, mediocre is a stench in your nostrils

When you’re great, the good get better due to your influence

When you’re great, your descendants coming after you will follow suit

When you’re great, like The Great Wall of China:

You will be viewed as a wonder

You life will have branches and spurs

Your towers stand fortified

You’ll be a monument of awe

When you’re great, you are a timeless classic

Never an old,dusty relic

Look in your mirror, what do you see?

Is it cracked because you can’t see past your flaws?

Mirror,Mirror, on the wall,what is all this greatness you see?

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, help us see beyond our imperfections

Guide us to our intended destiny

We must look stop looking at the obvious

And see that we all inspire great awe

Great things and great people seldom happen over night!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015

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

Story Telling

Story Telling

The story of my life

Tells you where I’ve been

What I’ve done

The many things I’ve heard and seen

The story of my life

Will tell you I was once a wife

I tried hard to live free

I tried hard to get rid of strife

The story of my life

Will tell you I’ve been beaten

But I’ve never been beat

I’ve been humiliated

But never annihilated

The story of my life

Has many a tough scene

But never have I regretted what these brown,deep set eyes have seen

The story of my life

Is Β not unlike many others

It has sorrow

It has joy

There’s no telling what comes tomorrow

The story of my life

Has its highs

Has its lows

Bright sun filled days

Gloomy sorrowed filled nights

But despite it all

I am proud of my own story

I share glimpses of it in my poems and stories

That’s how I honor my soul

That’s how I pay tribute

To my captivating history

I am not ashamed

I have very little to regret

I own it all

For good

For bad

Whether pretty

Whether ugly

For sweet

For bitter

It’s made me who I am

It’s my declaration,a place of personal growth and power

I dare you, right now

You’re reading this for a reason

Stake your claim

All our stories combined would fill volumes

Stop regretting and lamenting

Make this the day you take back your power!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015

Waking Dreams #1

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 Β 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 Β 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 Β sirens all around her. The flashing red and blue lights hurt her eyes Β as she lies on a patch of dewy grass. A tall EMT woman with Β blond hair tied in a pony tail Β 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 Β swimming again in that blue , chilly ocean water for God only knows how long.

Eva Santiago Copyright 2015