To love with all kinds of conditions, regulations and stipulations
Is no love at all…
Tag: Relationships
DECISIONS
The making up of your mind is a slow process
Everyday you make up your mind
A confrontation
A Decision
Must be made
Up ahead
At the place where the road turns
You must decide
No one leaves a marriage
On the spur of the moment
You don’t pull the plug
On some one on life support
On a split second decision
Big out comes are decided
Long before they happen….
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
Mas es Amar..To Love is More
Mas es amar
To love is more
Is it better to hide love
To keep it to yourself
Instead of giving it all away?
But for what good is love
If you hide it
Who will benefit
From hidden love
Love makes you suffer
Love makes you bleed
Love makes you ache
If it doesn’t
Count on it: It’s all fake
Mas es amar
To love is more
More than a sunset
More than much-needed summer rain
More than a kiss
More than an embrace
Mas es amar
To love is more
Way more than we could ever comprehend
We label it
We try to define it
Trying to define love
Is like trying to nail jello to the wall
For you see, love is a vast universe
Infinite
Endless
Bottomless
Love songs fail at describing it
Yet they do help us feel it a little more
Music pulls love from the intangible
And makes it a little more tangible
No one language can convey its entire meaning
Spanish
Portuguese
The Romance tongues all help us understand it with all of our flowery words
But never forget
Mas es amar
To love is more when it costs you your all.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
The Kindnesses of the Cruel
The worst thing in this existence is to not have been seen by the man who claimed to have loved me
You, loved me??
Seriously,do you know what love is?
Love is beyond a feeling
Love is a force
Love gives life
Love is beyond lust
Now do you get it?
True love reciprocates
True love intermingles
True love never hates
I deserve to know
Why you claimed to have loved me
When all I could ever feel was your hate
You bought me things
In attempts to satisfy my larger than life soul
You fool!
You never knew ME!!!
The worst thing in my existence is when you claimed your love for me when you haven’t a clue as to what love is
I asked you for one thing
It wasn’t material
You knew you wouldn’t give it
So you played me
‘Til the day I woke the hell up!
You’re a careless soul
Cruising through life
You drop people and shatter them into a billion bits
You trample them as on a trampoline
People for you are mere objects
The kindnesses of the cruel are oh so cruel
Your kind deeds are always from the dark side
Rendering them null and void in heaven’s bank account
And my whole world didn’t stop because you caused me to stumble
Stumble I did, and for you, I didn’t fall
For I knew who you were from day one
I’d seen you before in all the old, haunted places of my broken past
I chose you because all I knew was broken
And I figured you couldn’t break what was already shattered
I am strong…me you couldn’t scatter
So the worst thing in my existence is having chosen to live with the ghosts from my past;
All of which you so well embodied
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
FOX and HOUND
Dear readers I normally don’t publish posts with profanity in them. Please excuse me as I don’t aim to offend anyone of you with this post. At times decent,clean words will fail us and the more appropriate word needed to express the intensity of the emotion will be a swear word. Whether you agree or not makes no difference. Thanks for your understanding
-Eva
FOX and HOUND
They met as children
When their universe was new
She held the stars
In her deep-set eyes
She knew nothing of meanness and lies
The fox and hound
These two grew and grew
A friendship formed
From 2 seeds planted in the ground
The years went on
Characters were set in place
While she played with dolls and lace
He’d take a thousand beatings in his face
They pledged a friendship’s love
He said he’d forever have her back
They pledged a friendship’s love
Promised he would never slack
And she trusted the fox
With her very life she did
Threw caution to the seven winds
Only to end up in a box
The one who pledged to have her back
Was nowhere to be found
That night the predator came
He did not stop him
He did worse than doing nothing
He took his turn in his best friend‘s rape.
And my heart weeps with hers
And my heart aches with hers
For how can a mother have stopped this?
The rape of her own child
And justice will do nothing
Not a fucking thing will be done
For all the laws men write
Are all stacked up against her
The laws of this land are perverse
Everything is ass backward
Progress travels in reverse
For you see the laws say,” She asked for it.”
And justice will do nothing
Not a fucking thing will be done
For all the laws men write
Are designed to undermine her
You didn’t just rape my child
You stole from all of us
You violated our way of life
Run like hell before God takes yours
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
BUSY MIND #5
Roam if you want to.
Go where you want to.
Feel what you want, or don’t.
See what you want or, don’t.
Say what you want,or don’t.
Laugh only if it’s funny to you.
Cry only if it moves you.
Own yourself and be proud of yourself.
Hug if you want to or don’t.
Kiss if you feel like it or don’t.
Dance in the rain or don’t.
Walk when you feel like walking and don’t let anyone make you run if you don’t want to.
Share only if you want to because sometimes there are things that only belong to you.
Say no when you want to.
Say yes only when you want to.
Say, “ I love you.” Only when you want to and not because it was expected of you.
Be shy when you want to and when you want to be bold do it.
Be true only to you and own your truth.
Dance with someone or alone-but do it anyway.
Go where there are people or stay in alone.
Look at the sunset or don’t.
Write a love letter and keep it forever or not.
Write a love story and share or take it to your grave.
Compose a love song and sing it or not.
Whatever you do, do it for you!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Para Que La Vida
Para que la vida
What is life for?
Is it for you?
Is it for me?
Is it for living in fear?
Is it for the selfish?
Is it for the selfless?
Para que la vida?
What is life for?
Photos are proof that we lived
That we had an existence
That people were by our side
And sometimes we loved them from a distance.
Para que la vida?
What is life for?
If you’re not with the one you love
Is life worth living?
Sure it is
Because none of us always get what we want
For me life is forever worth living
Para que la vida?
What is life for ?
EVA SANTIAGO COPYRIGHT 2013
Pasión…
She reached out and no one was there
Her hand stretches out
And all around is a void
She retrieves it
The emptiness kills
Her hope wavers
Like a flickering flame
Passion is trapped
Deep
Way
Down
It hurts
It stews
It brews
Adeepache
From whose clutches
Youcannotescape
P
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S
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Is a no man’s land
A place of no return
The few who survive it
Leave their heart’s ashes in an urn
The rest of us live in her clutches
A child is born from the passion of two
The artist’s canvas is covered
In many a hue
The artist’s passion seldom understood but by a few
Then there is the passion of the widower
He buried her a spell ago
In a cold charcoal coffin
Next to his childhood love
Who grew wings and flew to the heavens above
The passion of unrequited love is the cruelest of all:
To love only to see none of it returned
By one who knows of that love
By one so trapped by fear
His love grew wings and flew to the heavens above
Where he thought it would be safe
Where he thought no one would go
Then one day he saw-
Her-
Standing there right where he left her
And he grew much afraid
Leaving her behind was his biggest mistake
And now all these years later
High mileage in his soul
His fears drowned her
Deep
Way
Down
Deepinsidehim
That sort of passion
Is one you never recover from
Just like a strange fashion
You try to own it and wear it
And it never suits you
Aaahhhh but if only you’d listen to your heart
That sort of passion
Is where your life should end and not start
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Word Picture #6
WORDS: They come cheap for some people. Someone tells you they love you and you just met them, raise your brow and question it. I love you, Te Amo can be thrown around at a whim these days. Those words are power and can render an affection starved soul weak. Don’t say them if they mean nothing to you because truth is, they can devastate . Or if they don’t ruin, cheap I love you’s can make a soul numb. It’s very much like the songs played on the radio; when a new hit is overplayed, the newness of the tune wears out quickly and soon what you enjoyed, you grow to despise. Same thing happens with prematurely, overly spoken I love you’s .
Oh wait, you might think you can never say I love you too much. You can never have enough love right? Don’t say I love you to someone if you aren’t prepared to back it up with action. Love is sacred, let your I love you’s be that way too.
He says, “ I love you.” But then he slaps her.
El dice,” Te amo” y se lo dice a todas.
I love you, Te amo, Je ‘taime, Ich Liebe Sie,
Powerful words,
Use them wisely.
Say them when you know they are true.
Say them to warm a heart-
Without offering false hope in what can never be.
I love you, Te amo, Je ‘taime, Ich Liebe Sie,
Don’t withold them,
When they need to be said.
Don’t make your loved one a beggar.
Don’t wait ‘til tomorrow,
What needs to be said-
Have the guts to say it today
I love you, Te amo, Je t’aime, Ich Libe Sie,
Say it for all the right reasons.
Say it ‘cause you mean it;
Otherwise throw it all into the sea
EVA SANTIAGO COPYRIGHT 2012
Word Picture #2
WORD PICTURES
Who is he anymore? Why doesn’t he give a damn? Knowing that he doesn’t; why does he expect anyone else to care? He sucks the life out of everyone and then wonders why they stay away. He is a bankrupt soul. She won’t let him put her in the red because she won’t give him the power or permission to do so. Their little girl asks, “ Is he ashamed of what he does?” And there is a clear answer to her alarming question: “ No he is not.”
He is a wreck who has tried to demolish other lives and yet there is one life he can’t touch. Oh, he persisted incessantly but he failed. His bitterness oozes out of the volcano that is his heart. The turbid lava oozes out and scorches everything that gets in his way. It is vile what he does, and he sees it not. Hatred blinds the soul and it does more than that. Animosity pierces his heart and he becomes the scorpion who stings himself to death. He inflicts his poison on himself and when he opens his mouth everyone runs for cover.
He wasn’t always a beast. She remembers when his touch was gentle; when she could lay her weary head on his shoulder and everything in her world was fine. He let her see the good guy in him when their love was new and budding. He gave her hope because she was running on empty. She let down the moat to her isolated heart just this once because back then he was a knight minus the shining amour. This knight was different because his armor was covered with the dents and chinks that come from the many wars he’d fought. He’d lost more battles than he wanted to admit. He still had bits of his heart left. She let him in.
That was then, this is now. The good memories persist in her mind because that is all that she has left of him now. He walks about the place looking to pick on the weaker ones. She dodges his flaming arrows. At night she goes to sleep alone and wondering when the end will come. Her tears drench her pillow as she pleads with her God to bring an end to the suffering. She slips away into her dreams of a better tomorrow where they are both free from each other. Where they both have found peace.
-Eva Santiago copyright 2012
Eva Santiago 