In the garden of Eden
Is where God met man’s needs
So He gave Him Eve
Who would help Adam to multiply his seeds
Through her kind words
Through her sensuous deeds…
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
In the garden of Eden
Is where God met man’s needs
So He gave Him Eve
Who would help Adam to multiply his seeds
Through her kind words
Through her sensuous deeds…
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
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

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

When there’s no place else to run to
Run to me
Run with me
A moment is a sanctuary
Why do we dismiss it so?
Eva Santiago copyright 2015
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 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 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 sirens all around her. The flashing red and blue lights hurt her eyes as she lies on a patch of dewy grass. A tall EMT woman with blond hair tied in a pony tail 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 swimming again in that blue , chilly ocean water for God only knows how long.
Eva Santiago Copyright 2015
At first sight
Dreams sparkle like diamonds in the rough
I dream
I wake up
I sleep
I wake up
I dream again
Was it real?
Was it just a dream?
I dreamt that reality was the dream and when I awoke, I knew I had been dreaming because dreams are reality. Though I can’t touch what I dreamt of just yet. it doesn’t make it any less real than the closest tangible object…
Eva Santiago Copyright 2015
Old things are new again
New things get old fast
You can’t recycle new things ’cause they’re not old yet
Old things get dubbed classic
New things get dubbed bomb
But can classic be bomb?
Can bomb be classic?
Old things are called antique
But when you buy an antique , is it new to you?
Old things get handed down
Can new things be traded up?
Old things create nostalgia
A longing for yesteryear
New creates euphoric feelings for the short term
Once you get your new things home
The newness quickly wears off
Are old memories better than new ones?
If you’re not making new memories
Are you recycling the old ones?
New is expected to learn from old
But will old humble itself to learn from new?
Are old sayings and proverbs wiser than new ad slogans and catchy song lyrics?
Can an old flame be rekindled to what it once was?
Can a new love spark a flame to burn into eternity?
EVA SANTIAGO COPYRIGHT 2015
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

Mean spirits
Friendly spirits
Cannot consort together
Not today
Not tomorrow
Not ever
Can a friendly spirit turn mean?
Can a mean spirit turn friendly?
For a friendly spirit, is a mean spirit deadly?
For a mean spirit, is a friendly spirit a target?
To humiliate
To annihilate?
To intimidate?
Don’t follow a mean spirit
You’ll be lead into a maze
You’ll turn maze runner
Turning
Twisting
Dodging
Running for your very life
You’ll never know where the predator hides
You’ll hide in the corner and he’ll find you cowering
As he searches you out
He’ll see your breath lingering in the shadows
He’ll sense your heart beating right out of your chest
He’ll pounce upon you when you think you’re safe
He’ll make you grieve night and day
From that insane labyrinth, it’ll be next to impossible to escape
If you’re a friendly spirit turned maze runner
Your faith will light your way
Your light will guide you out
The sound of your voice will slay all the monsters
Your courage will shatter them all
You’ll outwit the grievers at every turn
When they attack, laugh in their hideous faces
They hate being mocked
How they hate the sound of joy
How they loath all that is friendly
Oh how they run from all that is light
And what the grievers truly despise
And what truly brings their demise
Are all the friendly spirits who’ve made it out of the maze
With our spirits alive
With our spirits intact
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
Every time I see you anymore
I feel like an amputated limb
With all the nerve endings completely exposed
Nothing stops the excruciating pain
Except when I ignore you
Truth is, long ago,you stopped being anything worthwhile in my world
There was never a time when you and I were good together
I was only fooling myself
Mean spirit that you are
We were oil and water from the start
Mean spirit
Cursed spirit
Crushed spirit
Small spirit
Stuck spirit
You caused us all nothing but pain
Because of you
Our hearts all bare a dark stain
Mean spirit that you are
This heart of mine, could’ve never in a day been your forever home
My heart bares beautiful, expensive treasures
Things you tried hard to break
Tried indeed-indeed you tried!
The breakables, I let you take
I’d figured with those, you’d amuse yourself for a while
And you did away with all of those
One by one you smashed them
Just as I’d predicted
You easily bored with that game
So you came back asking me for more
But I found wisdom in the stars
And I found the wisdom of the sages
Wisdom came to me from across the ages
I learned of your wreck-less ways
I learned to keep my valuables far away from your sinewy heart
Because early on I saw all you touch gets broken
I learned early on
All you touch gets blemished
I learned early on
All you touch turns to ash
I learned early on
Though at times you sparkled like a star
You were actually fool’s gold by far.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014