Tag: Poetry
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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
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
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
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 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
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 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
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 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
