There is a smell and feel of dawn long before the light
Dawn smells like:
Lavender
An untraveled path
A rose about to bloom
A hot cup of steaming green tea
There is a smell and feel of dawn long before light
Dawn feels like:
A newborn’s breath on my cheek
My lover’s kiss on my eager lips
A hug from some one you have not embraced in a while
An unexpected smile…
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Winter of want
Several seasons of this …
I am weary
I wake up daily
Put my nice smile back on
Yeah, gotta make sure everyone knows I’m ok
But inside
I am not
I am not ok with the needs
I am not ok with this winter of want
I am not ok with standing
I am a person of action
Lately my actions don’t seem to amount to much
I am not ok with laying down and taking it
FUCK!!!!!!
When does this winter of want end??
I close my eyes and I see myself running in fields of plenty
I see seeds I sowed long ago
Finally bringing forth their fruit
This is my only hope
In this long, weary winter of want
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You picked me up from an unfathomable collection of sea glass
Held me to the light
Pleased with my brilliance
As the sun shone through
My opaque hues
Became an iridescent array of countless shades of color
From sky blue to cobalt
From cotton candy pink to sizzling magenta
From mint to emerald
From lavender to amethyst
I mesmerized you…
For so many years you studied me
You remained a student of me
Yet never fully grasped the subject
You grew frustrated
With each failed test
So you set out to:
Dominate, control and master: ME
You figured if you mastered me you’d be able to break into my heart’s code
That vault that once held as much treasure as the ocean’s floor for you
You became angrier with each passing year
When I could not, would not, should not fear-you
So you became a battering ram
In your weak attempt of getting through to me
You failed too
Had you only considered for a split second
To just ask me
I would have gladly handed you over my secret code…
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Will I ever know the outer fringes of you?
Will I ever let you know mine?
What can be found in your out skirts?
I’ll tell you what you might find in mine…
A slow down sign or two
A proceed with caution sign too
I’ll only roll out the red carpet to welcome you into my inner city
IF and only when I find you worthy
In my outer city limits you’ll see a cheap motel
For the lone traveler just passing through
Stay the night and no longer than that
You’ll also find a cheap diner
Where you can eat on the go
You’ll find a gas station
One with several sun faded signs
Where gas is just 10 cents a gallon
I want you to hurry and fuel up
So you can leave as fast as you can.
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What goes
Is what you let go
What stays is what you welcome
What flourishes
Is what you nurture
What dies
Is what you starve
What Fails
Is what you discouraged
What blooms
Is what you pruned
What is, is what you allowed
What is not, is what you dismissed
What you run away from
Is what will catch up with you
What you abandoned
Is what haunts you
What you refused to acknowledge
Is what will scream at you
In your loneliest of nights
The lie you told
Will tell on you
The truth you with held
Will annihilate you
The love you denied
Will embitter you
The hate you embraced
Will cripple you
You think you only die once?
Fools die stung by their own bitter gall
You think you only die once?
We’ve all been dying since the day we were born.
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You heard my soul
My breath
My heart beat
My energy
I heard your soul
You baby sweet breath
Your tiny heart beat
Your new energy
The universe conspired
To line up our stars
To make sure all the glitter fell in all the right places
To make sure the constellations would align
You are here not here by happenstance
For I don’t believe in luck
Nor do I believe in chance or mere coincidence
You are here by some grand design
Bigger than both of us
I used to not believe in magic
But now I do
Magic is another word, a feeble attempt
To describe the mysteries of the universe
UNIVERSE:
One Poem
One Lyric
One Sonnet
One Line
One Ode
The universe let love in with:
One poem
One Lyric
One Sonnet
One Line
One Ode
Without love none of US would be here.
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When in pain, I dig in the soil of my heart and I begin to sift through its debris. I begin to find shiny things , those I keep. I run across dull, opaque objects that I have to turn this way and that in order to grasp their full value. Sometimes those bits are just crap and I cast them aside. I don’t like to journal about the obvious things that are happening at the moment in my life. Why write about what I am currently living? It’s like watching the same movie for the 100th time and knowing how it’s going to end at minute two of the opening scene. I write when I am in pain because that is where I connect the most with myself.
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
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You lit a flame like no one else could
Clara, flicker of my heart
The light beams clearly in your eyes
Is this what dreams are made of?
To see the light beams in your eyes?
Is this what dreams are made of?
I’ll always make sure you receive an abundance of my love
Is this what dreams are made of?
To see your smile
Melt an icicle covered heart
Is this what dreams are made of?
To see you bridge the gap
In a war-torn heart
Is this what dreams are made of?
You’ve been here just a short while
Clara, light of my heart
Already you’ve made me laugh
You’ve made my heart explode
You’ve made me feel like everything’s gonna be fine
You’ve restored joy lost
You’ve healed hurts I wasn’t even aware of
You’ve brought order to the chaos…
Indeed, this is what dreams are made of!
Eva Santiago copyright 2014
What does it mean to bring a new life into this world?
It means:
To love more
To hate less
To care more
To put an and to carelessness
To say more with fewer words
To put your love into action
And talk less trash
To feel more and stop numbing yourself
To leave your comfort zone
Only to find your trusted comfort zone, was actually more uncomfortable than you thought
You were just too afraid to admit it
To see more and stop turning a blind eye to life
To listen more and stop tuning life out with the noise you choose to filter the world through
To hear with your heart’s ear drum and follow that beat no matter where it takes you
To put away all those things that keep you blind, numb, deaf and dumb….
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I look at my hands
These hands that touched you first as you entered this life
They’re not extraordinary hands
They’ve not designed rocket ships
They’ve not drafted blue prints for a magnificent work of architecture
They’ve not operated on a human heart or brain
They’ve not touched millions of dollars
They’ve not been adorned with the most expensive of gold, silver and precious stones
They’ve not graced the latest fashion magazine covers
But I’ll tell you what they have done:
They have held babies from sun up ’til sun down
Wiped noses , bottoms and toes
Cooked, I can’t remember how many meals
Sewed, I lost track of the stitches and dresses
Disciplined several naughty toddlers
Wiped away, I forgot how many tears
Written so many words
On countless blank pages
Painted using fingers, brushes and knives
On many a canvas
Cleaned up the clutter
Washed all the clothes
And through it all, these hands that first touched you as you made your grand entrance
Into this great ,big world
Will always touch, caress and comfort you
I’ll hold your hand in mine
Together we’ll both learn of the mysteries of this universe.
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Eva Santiago 