Tag: Poetry

THE WAY

What’s that thing you hold in your hand?
That’s the key
The key to your dreams
You use it everyday and take it for granted
Because you never fully embraced it
You see it as a nuisance
When every nuance speaks the opposite

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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

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

 

 

OF FINE LINENS AND THINGS…

She was a transformed heart, in a budding love. She decided to treat herself  to a set of brand new bed linens

OUT WITH THE OLD!

IN WITH THE NEW!

She shopped all over to find just the right ones. She wanted to celebrate fresh love  with expensive sheets;the kind found in 5 star hotels. Her credit card implored  with her not to be reasonable. Her cost conscious mind would admonish her, “Watch that money…settle for what you can afford…” She was through with just getting along. She had settled in a marriage;compromising  in lesser ways that had led her to tolerate things she was never meant to put up with. And now, she was ending a long era of self disrespect.A generous soul, her giving knew no bounds. She always gave her best to others, putting herself on the back burner. This purchase was indeed a huge deal!She was now  ascending to a higher level, adorned by genuine love for  the first time in her existence. She chose sage hued linens;wisdom had lead her thus far. The counsel of the sages had caused her to grow. She’ll never ,ever conform again…she has become a sage as well.

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

 

DID I?

 

 

One day I want to look up and know that all I did made a difference

I wanna know that all I touched turned to gold

I wanna know that I warmed a heart gone cold

I wanna know that I caused the blind to see

I wanna know that I caused waves in the ocean

and that the stones I skipped on a pond

caused ripples in the sea

I wanna know that those souls in my care

knew I was always there

I wanna know that I caused the deaf to hear

sweet,sweet, sweet music for the very first time

I wanna know I made some one cry happy tears

I wanna know that I made some one laugh ’til they cried

I wanna know that my existence made a difference

I wanna know that I caused a paused heart to resume play

I wanna know that you chose life because my life made a difference in yours

I wanna know that I caused you to dream big dreams because this dreamer, never dreams little dreams

I wanna know that I caused you to be ridiculously silly for a half a minute

and for that short span of time you forgot your troubles

I wanna know if my love caused you to bloom…