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Little Windflower

by

Victor J. Santiago

Careless Little Windflower
softly flying on
riding on a cloud of dreams
with everywhere to go.

Seeking a soft pedestal
to land your glorious form
Careless Little Windflower
how long will it go on.

As you bypass the glorious sun
and head into the night
Careless Little Windflower
I beg of you, hold on tight.

And as darkness blinds your path
you seem to gently bruise your soul
Careless Little Windflower
it happened after all.

And then you come to rest
tattered, bruised and without form
upon the ravages of time
crying gently, so sublime.

Careless Little Windflower
time has stopped at last
but behind you I see an image of me
traveling the same path.

Paint Time For Me

by

Victor J. Santiago

You are a Painter
I can see by your hands
they are so fine,
Paint Time For Me.

Paint a joyous day
paint a world of friendship
and a kind word to each other
please, Paint Time For Me.

Like an irredescent rainbow
stroke your brush besides a
hungry child
peacefully, I beg of you
Paint Time For Me.

Paint away the prejudices
that are tearing us apart
with brush in hand create
those strokes
that will forever free our hearts.

You are a painter
paint away the lust in our souls
paint away the dead soldiers grave
whose soul was lost for want of peace.

You are a Painter
paint for us a universal flag
paint a rose above the stench of War
and unite us with our brethren from afar.

Paint for us a canvas of Hope
paint away the tears of fears
paint for us the clasping hands
that have eluded us through the years.

And with your brush paint me Peace
paint for me a black dove and a
white dove in flight
both looking for an end
which is not in sight.

You are a Painter
your eyes can sense the flowing lines
but more so you paint reality
so please, Paint Time For Me.

I remember the beach

by

Victor J. Santiago

I remember the beach
with its white and gentle sands
bristling white caps tossing free
as the sun spreads out its hand.

Sand dunes dancing their own song
waiting to be climbed
and tears among a ship of fools
waiting for the end of time.

The seashell as she bows her head
because the Sun has left her dry
the hermit crab back in its home
without even a goodbye.

And yet I yearn for one more swim
through the oceans and the seas
and hope to wash away the hurt
of all these painful memories.

But I remember the beach
it was the last time I saw you
and with the tide you sailed again
leaving me alone and blue.

I love you still

by

Victor J. Santiago

Remembered thoughts of you
with chiming bells
which set a tone of happiness
and forgotten words
which somehow spoiled a Rainbow,
but I loved you then
and with an emptiness in my soul
I love you still.
I love you still
even though this pain will always be
like the mournful notes
of a haunted melody.
Remembered thoughts of us
as two lovers kiss beneath the stars
with smiles that were
but a prelude to Aquarius
and with forgotten sympathy
we went our different ways
but I loved you then
and with an emptiness in my soul
I love you still.
I love you still
even though this pain will
always be
like the mournful notes
of a haunted melody.

Distortions

by

Victor J. Santiago

Distortions
amidst a trail of broken
dreams
soliloquies of hope
slowly settling on gentle schemes

and for every hope there is a fight
ever so present, yet far away
to calm the attitude of Self
and transgress the patterns
of a day.

But the Mind cannot control
a tear
as the Sun cannot invade a cloud
and illusions simplify a hope
for life
to bring us change where there
is doubt.

Distortions
but can change be simplified
and can the mind be set at ease.
Will the wars of love finally end
this ever present search for Peace.

And yet I feel
like the hunters prey
moving carefully here and there
taking with me dreams of Peace
among distortions everywhere.

Yesterdays child

by

Victor J. Santiago

I see Yesterdays child
creating old images for the new
depicting soft colors of love
being taunted somehow by fears and dues

yesterdays child
fear her and tempt her no more
she has paid her respects
to the ravels of time and has softened
the spirits with the pain that she bore.

Love has slowly slipped away
from Yesterdays child
it has taken a conical form
and has retreated from whence it came
to the abstract domain where it was born.

Yesterdays child, time slowly ebbs away
cutting, creasing and pressing together
new images of love
yet feelings on the borderlines of anxiety
still remain, amidst the absence from above.

You are Woman

by

Victor J. Santiago

Indifferent,
but yet beautiful
deceptive,
but yet passionate
and full of the wisdom
of love.
You are Woman.
Arrogant,
but yet submissive to terms
beautiful,
but yet deceiving to the eye.
Possesive,
as you are the Queen of Hearts
Gentle,
as soft as a gliding moonbeam
You are Woman.
Create for me
the warmth of your love
and deceptively
pull the strings of my heart.
Let me feel
the soft passion of your soul
for You are Woman.
Guide my destiny
and do lead me into temptation
turn our night
into an envelope of lust
and let the dawn kiss our smiles
for You are Woman.
Take me inside your temple
let me worship the beauty of you
and yet dim my eyes,
as I respect you for what you are
You are Woman.
Creations,
because you mold your own destiny
Sensous,
as the heat of an open flame.
Lavishly,
you give us the charms of reality
for You are Woman.
and as your smile of smiles
destroys our apathy
and as crimson stains wet my lips
I sense in you
the power of want
because You are Woman.
Trials and tribulations
we have to endure,
wev'e got you to help us by
wev'e got the whole world
in our hands
and we don't know it.
Wev'e got you
because You are Woman.

The night

by

Victor J. Santiago

The night arrives in fashion
as the day is finally gone
but the cries of want are still there
long after the setting Sun

I need you day and night
for my love for you is real
I can't seem to grasp eternity
it's your love that I must feel.

Heaven has her stars above
and the ocean has its waves
I have but the thoughts of you
trying desperately to be saved

The dark blue tint of darkness
lurks forever in my mind
as days are nights and nights are days
all together just entwined

Yes, the night arrives in fashion
darkness finally overcomes
loves that were no longer are
the light is finally gone.

Crystals of Sand

by

Victor J. Santiago

Crystals of Sand
reflecting the magnitude in you
caressing your tender highlights
unobstructed by the view.

Crystals of Sand
bits of silver and gold
creating statues, fine tapestries
and overthrowing your hold.

Crystals of Sand
shimmering in the night
reflecting your tender love
Crystals of Sand, fading your sight.

Crystals of Sand
building castles in the sky
waiting for the wind to blow
waiting for a sad goodbye.

Reflections

by

Victor J. Santiago

Reflections
of a mid-summer night
filled with enviable lust
and the harmonious cry of togetherness
as my want for you turns to love.
And as the softness of you touches my skin
my body erupts to the warm excitement
of the woman in my dreams.
Reflections
of that hot sultry night
which brought together tears
but yet the smile of satisfaction
lost a thousand days ago
among countless years and years.
Oh! but I wish not for tomorrow
as I kiss your warm sweet lips
for tomorrow brings and end
to reflections we can't keep.
Reflections
of the winds gentle sounds
as it softly kissed the trees
as it softly touched your hair
and as it softly kissed the dawn.
Reflections
of two lovers and their quest
waiting for their chance at life
looking for their dreams of love
for you can see it in their eyes.

While you gently kiss your girl

by

Victor J. Santiago

Don't look at me so
you offend me with your eyes
I can't help but what I am
as I used to be what I am not.

Then comes the time when you must go
call it duty, I called it pride
my crying eyes have seen the rain
my tired soul can't stop the pain.

and as the spheres of death abound
and my comrades wake no more
I think of you, beneath the stars
as you gently kiss your girl.

God! I'm so tired, I feel dead
and yet my body scorns the rest
I need time to clear my memory
of this awful mixed up mess.

It happened swiftly, like a hawk
my body wilted in the Sun
I saw the numbness overcome
as my body hit the ground

I layed and suffered, cried and laughed
I thought about her once again
I thought about the times we had
and I thought about the end.

my legs blown off, the intense pain
weird thoughts abound, the high school game?
a handful of metal to pin on your chest
a world to face, full of unrest.

and you dare to look at me
like a birth that has gone bad
I don't need your sympathy
I'm still alive, of that I'm glad.

You proved your point in life
and your heart beats out no blood
your mind cannot accept the fact
that I'm out her dying in the mud.

And when again, the heat is on
and they call "for help at Pearl"
I'll gladly hobble up those steps
while you gently kiss your girl.

The Impossible Self

by

Victor J. Santiago

What an advantage it is
to look into the mirror
and regress at the transformation
of the impossible self
and to even out the conclusions
of our fate,
to rule out the pragmatic sources
which rule our beyond.

What an advantage it is
to outdo your soul,
to look at change and yet
accept yesterday
because yesterday is old.

The impossible self has no secrets
but beyond the signs,
the troublesome thoughts of time
ignite the sparks of doubt
which yet have to be tried.

The Impossible Self
still attaining that neurotic mystery
which guide the hand of fate
but ceases not to understand
the prejudice and the hate.

The self need not to question why
demands are met and debts are kept,
because the self is but
the mirror image of shadows
and indestructable delusions
of the mind.

Control me with your thoughts

by

Victor J. Santiago

Control me with your thoughts
but don't change my mind at all
because I think the thoughts of love
as against my dreams I fall.

And don't dare to understand
the emotions and the strife
because the soul will calculate
all the movements of my life.

But control me with your thoughts
let me dream of you again
let me kiss you in the morning
and hope the teardrops understand.

Because to love you was my choice
but emotions changed the times
and now a love once blue lives again
thru all these changing lines.

So control me with your thoughts
I can only love your soul
for in my heart only you exist
among the glitter and the gold.

It's Monday Lynn

by

Victor J. Santiago

It's Monday Lynn
and the phones still on the wall
and here we try to stifle time
when we can't afford time at all.

It's Monday Lynn
the blues, the agony and the wait
with thoughtless thoughts to ease our minds
dreamweaving the conclusions of our fate.

Weekends flaunted in our dreams
and Sandcastles washed away into the sea
yet, we stand alone and alone we'll go
taking with us memories.

Yes, It's Monday Lynn
just another spectacle of time
denying us the ignorance of soul
which we seek and cannot find.

But beyond us lies a sea of hope
to destroy our apathy
two useless persons in a useless world
two useless persons, you and me.

Oh! But it's Monday Lynn
and a sea of rings start the day
Hi! yes, no, but, maybe!
It's Monday Lynn
please make Monday go away.

Born that way

by

Victor J. Santiago

She is beautiful
impossibly beautiful,
unforgettable yet true
so beautiful
and born that way.

She sings of soft sad songs
creations blown away,
pedestals sinking in the clouds
crocheting memories
of minute yesterdays.

But yet her Angel eyes
reflect those crimson stains
among those lips so full
which bring me back again
to sing her praise and say
she is beautiful, born that way.

And as a wisp of tomorrow
adorns her simple form
the Angels slowly shy away
as her eyes bring down the Sun.

My Country Music Baby

by

Victor J. Santiago

She's my country music baby
and she know what it is to love me
cause I'm her country music cowboy
and her only memory.

She drinks beer and always seems happy
She will dance, fool around and love me
cause I'm her country music cowboy
her only memory.

But once she was nobody's lady
looking for a love of her own
embracing the coldness of the bitter cold nights
with an emptiness and a chill in her bones.

Now she's my country music baby
lifting her eyes up to me
cause I love her and need her and want her to be
my only memory.

Monday slips in quietly

by

Victor J. Santiago

Monday slips in quietly
as the weekend lost its force
and lonely thoughts come out again
as the week begins its course.

and Tuesday brings remembered thoughts
of how it used to be
when crystal lights adorned your face
and destroyed sad memories.

and Wednesday comes up quick
as the week splits out in two
and careful plans for ecstacy
come from nowhere in the blue.

I see Thursday and its smile again
for somewhere thoughts have cleared
I have visions of only tea for two
and a quiet place we both hold dear.

Friday comes and leaves so quick
with thoughts I can't explain
I see your eyes, they shine like stars
among the gently falling rain.

Saturday brings us love
and smiling thoughts of each
as the evening greets us both
and all the stars are within reach.

and Sunday brings a smile
upon two lovers and their fate
gently stirring memories
of loves that couldn't wait.

But Sunday also brings
loneliness to his eyes
as another dream of you has passed
and another dream of you has died.

Halfway between nothing and nowhere

by

Victor J. Santiago

Halfway between nothing and nowhere
thinking 'bout you as I travel alone
lost my truck to some gambler in Dallas
got no place no more to call home.

Yes, I'm halfway between nothing and nowhere
still trying to forget about you
now and then I see straight between us
but I can't seem to shake all these blues.

Hitched a ride to Memphis this morning
and where I'm bound only time can tell
met a snowstorm when I got to Nashville
and though I'm cold my heart feels like hell.

I've got this burning feeling inside me
knowing you and my son are alone
but forgive me If I can't seem to want you
I've got this rambling feeling in my bones.

And here I'm halfway between nothing and nowhere
don't even know where my next stop will be
all I can see is this long lonesome highway
and I can see you but I can't see me.

Cause I'm halfway between nothing and nowhere
and God I hope you will understand
take good care of my son little darling
and forgive me for leaving again.

From Honky Tonk to Honky Tonk

by

Victor J. Santiago

From Honky Tonk to Honky Tonk
I lived my life with you
tearful songs and memories
to help me make it thru,

and as I listened to the band play
"There goes my everything"
my heart remembered once again
the life that I lived in.

I live alone remembering you
the wine is my new flame
she helps me forget my loneliness
and helps me ease the pain.

From Honky Tonk to Honky Tonk
I'll try it all again
hoping wine can destroy the hurt
and the Sun can stop the rain.

Because once your gone, your really gone
and all that I can feel
is Honky Tonk music, sweet memories
and Honky Tonk country steel

You entered my life

by

Victor J. Santiago

You entered my life
like the night enters the day
you showed me how to love
like the dreamer loves yesterday.

You sang your sweet song
with a tune nobody could understand
and I heard your sweet cries
and I'm thankful God made me your man.

And now here we are taking from life
what we were always due
embracing the wind and making love
on the sweet morning dew.

We entered each other
and now the world cannot keep us apart
you entered my life and with your entrance
you stole my heart.

You entered my heart and with your entrance
you stole my heart.

Hello December

by

Victor J. Santiago

Hello December
I see you are back again
bringing rain upon a heart
that has been waterlogged with pain.

From honky tonk to honky tonk
and then back home again
drinking wine and playing songs
to help remove the stain.

But now I live between the months
of January and November
sadly so, time goes by
So, welcome back December.

And bring back to my aching heart
the softness of a memory
when times were good and we never had
any desires to be free.

The years are gone, the tears are spilled
it never worked right from the start
and yet December, with your frosty mood
I'll always keep you in my heart.

Hello December
has it really been this long
so play that steel, steel guitar man
and sing me another sad sad song.

Neon signs

by

Victor J. Santiago

She left a broken promise
by a stack of broken dreams
and she leaves it now to neon signs
in spite of everything.

But she dreams about that onetime love
and how it used to be
now its neon signs and cold cold beer
to ease her memory.

She left a broken promise
it was her promise that she broke
and those dreams he had for her
are now covered by the smoke.

Now its neon signs and cold cold beer
and strangers here and there
with all those broken memories
lost in one nighters everywhere.

Heartache for sale

by

Victor J. Santiago

I've got a heartache for sale
as my dreams of a lifetime are gone
and now I play life for what it brings
among bright lights and sad country songs.

If you take me in your arms little darling
and wipe these teardrops away
I'll gladly forget those old heartaches
and believe anything you say.

For my dreams have been shattered and broken
and I need you in my soul tonight
cause I've got a heartache for sale
in exchange for that glow in your eyes.

Kiss me and tell me you love me
let me dream of just only you
let's forget those flames that have burned us
and the pains that are starting anew.

I've got a heartache for sale
as those songs once again take command
removing from me sad sad memories
on which love could not make a stand.

In your arms I'll forget all those yesterdays
which have kept my world in a bind
and as your eyes meet mine in the twilight
together we'll toast the dawn with our wine.

I want to be your lover

by

Victor J. Santiago

I want to be your lover
because it thrills me to be so
because a million dreams and fantasies
are what I have and can't let go.

And I want to dream the dreams you dream
of your lovers and their flight
I want to be your lover
and share your every night.

I want to kiss your tenderness
and hold you in my arms
I want to feel the sweet caress
of your hands and all their charms.

I want to be your lover
and taste the sweetness of your eyes
I want to be your lover
until your lover dies.

And when I hold you in my arms
the Sun is not in sight
because a lover never dreams alone
when a candle sheds a light.

I want to be your lover
and share your destiny
because to love you would simplify a hope for life
because to love you would be me.

A phone call always due

by

Victor J. Santiago

She's waiting for a phone call
which she knows will never come
she knows it'll be another Friday
she will have to spend alone.

And she will dance once or twice
with you stranger
and maybe smile at you
but inside her heart cries out loud
for that phone call always due.

Her eyes look to the wall
as a ringing clouds her mind
then she sadly turns around
and glances at the time.

She orders one more round
and looks back to the wall
but tears is all she sees
from a lover that won't call.

She's waiting for a phone call from Heaven
and Heaven is close to her heart
and the drinking just clouds her memory
as the time slowly pulls her apart.

But her heartaches she hardly remembers
as she turns the key to her door
and a sound erases her memory
as she slowly falls to the floor.

And a teardrop is all that's left
among the reasons, the old and the new
A crazy young lover died yesterday
from a phone call always due.

If Tomorrow's The Last Night For Living

by

Victor J. Santiago

If Tomorrow's The Last Night For Living
and I find myself in the spell of your charms
I want you to know that I love you
and that I want to die in your arms.

And in dying I want to think of your splendor
and your touch in the heat of the night
as our body's create soft sad memories
in the midst of tomorrow's unpredictable sky.

And if tomorrow cannot be postponed
because it's destiny's dream to be
I want then to take you away
far from whatever will be.

And I want us to share our last moments
on top of a magical hill
alone and away from Creation
loving you if that be your will.

If Tomorrow's The Last Night For Living
I want to face it with you hand in hand
and I want us to forget all those yesterdays
and with you make one last stand.

Because tomorrow will end all the splendor
of being so close to you
If Tomorrow's The Last Night For Living
I want to die loving you.

Tender Sweetness

by

Victor J. Santiago

Tender Sweetness
creates the want
of your sensous soul tonite
the warmth of love
stirs up the coals
and the passions of my life.

A little impudence
as love brings play
creates a facet of
multi-color dreams
reflecting upon the barren soul
of an Angel with broken wings.

Forgiving doubts and with
desire in my eyes
I gently want the sweetness in you
to prolong itself in me
and to slowly tear away
what my heart cannot undo.

Tender Sweetness
brings to mind
the sunshine of the
fire in your eyes
forcing moods to change themselves
and protecting Heaven
from our cries.

I love you dear woman,
gently love you so
and as I feel the
mirrored image of rapture
fuse our souls and
charm our thoughts of each
I look for the pleasure
of kissing your lips.

I look for the
velvety softness of you
and long for
the magic of your touch
to magically highten
the heat of love
for it's your love
I need as such.

Tender Sweetness
presents to me
your oft forgotten sympathy
and as the cries of want
fill the air
the love of loves
is all we share.

For by ourselves
the world's have stopped
we can no longer
exist to be,
my precious darling
give to the
the Tender Sweetness
of your ecstacy.

Granny's little boy

by

Victor J. Santiago

Granny's little boy
he ain't home anymore
he's gone by way of Houston
to the south side
of the shore.

Granny's little boy
just born yesterday
and now he's here forever
where he never
planned to stay.

Granny's little boy
he got the dealers
deal too soon
he found out how to
fly too high
and he reached out
for the moon.

Granny's little boy
he ain't home anymore
he's gone by way of Houston
to the south side
of the shore.

Yesterday came and
went too soon
for Granny's little boy
and tomorrow bring
a smile again
to the dealer
and his toy.

It is I

by

Victor J. Santiago

It is I
and with abundance of soul
to help you reach our for
what is good,
and yet destroy the bad in you
for what is good has got to stay.
It is I
who will demand from you
the only valued thing in life
and the creations
of yesterdays windless days
which have so far imbedded
our pasts
with tomorrow's unpredictable smile.
It is I
who demands clarification
of an unjust and dearborn atrocity
who asks for answers for
no questions,
and who dispels the fears of truth
for an unjustifiable lie.
It is I
who destroys the omens of fear
but yet have you scared of me.
It is I
who tantalizes your every move
to create frictions between the masses
and inject elements of grievous sins.
It is I
whom you ask for
when your heart succumbs to terror
and ill winds reap the remains of you,
and defy your own unobstructive views
to challenge reason and reject clarity.
It is I
who bleeds for you
and yet instills in you
the lust for death.
It is I who is Him, your pillar.
Love I preach,
yet reap and ravage to stay clean.
Yes, It is I
who is Him.

My wife is a stranger to me

by

Victor J. Santiago

I'm sleeping in the arms of a stranger
while my wife lies at home all alone
my son is still asking about me
she can't get anyone to answer the phone.

she's called every bar she can think of
hoping that maybe she'll get hold of me
but I'm sleeping in the arms of a stranger
because my wife is a stranger to me.

Yes, my wife is a stranger to me
and her cold heart has turned me away
now it's the neon, the glitter and the
cheap old perfumes
and the strangers who just come my way.

Time again I tried to be faithful
but now I see that the fire is gone
and the nights that we once remembered
are lost in a sad country song.

But this stranger has given me passions
which the lady at home lost somehow
so can you blame me for loving another
and can you blame me for loving her now.

so can you blame me for loving another
and can you blame me for loving her now.

An old wino from Fort Worth

by

Victor J. Santiago

He was just an old wino from Fort Worth
looking for a thrill of his own
in his hands were three rusty old pennies
in his mind was the wonder to roam.

His old face looked sad and unshaven
as the years have taken their toll
his eyes pierced the grayest of Sundays
as his body searched for its soul.

He was just an old wino from Fort Worth
taking drinks and a meal here and there
but always being the man that he was
kindly offered his services without despair.

And as days passed to years his memory collapsed
from the beatings, the cold and days without wine
yet he remembered the sunshine of the days that he had
when the life and the women flowed all the time.

He took his long walk, he could hardly get home
his tired old eyes could not see the road
the car that hit him sped into the night
leaving a crumpled body in sight.

He was just an old wino from Fort Worth
looking for Heaven in each drink that he took
smiling at times when luck came his way
dreaming of things he would write in his book.

This old wino from Fort Worth died yesterday
no relatives, no friends, nobody to cry
and as his tired old body caught up to his soul
they kissed the earth softly and whispered goodbye.

Slowly

by

Victor J. Santiago

Slowly dying
with a sickness that won't heal
slowly dying
with no recourse and no appeal.
Slowly counting days
that start and go nowhere
slowly counting memories
of a love that's never there.

Slowly drinking wine
with a bottle always full
and slowly shedding teardrops
with no exception to the rule.

Slowly painting pictures
on the canvas of my dreams
and slowly painting rainbows
on a useless time machine.

Slowly painting scenes
of two lovers and their doom
while forgetting the oils of love
on a Sunday afternoon.

Yet a painter cannot paint
what's inside your very heart
As the brush cannot withstand the strain
of dreams that fell apart.

I beg again to think of you
and paint lifes reality
so slowly dying I paint again
and hope you think of me.

Looking

by

Victor J. Santiago

I'm looking out this window
on this cold and dreary day
one more mistake this morning
and again I'll have to pay.

It's not the days without her
that have hurt me to the bone
it's the times we had together
and the love we used to own.

As I'm looking out this window
I see the Sun forgot to shine
and the birds which always flew around
now just don't even have the time.

Funny how the world reacts
with the loss of someone dear
and I myself still keeping time
as the days are long as years.

I'll close this window again once more
and forget the storm outside
and pray the night will soon arrive
and quietly ease the pain inside.

Dare

by

Victor J. Santiago

Dare you ask me to dream
Dare you ask me to think
Dare you ask me to pray
Dare you ask me to live.
Because when the morning comes
I will be on my way to
another cause.
I will not dare my soul
to understand you
as I will not dare my soul
to understand me.
I will just ride that unridden wind
until its fury I can no longer stand.

Goodbye West Virginia

by

Victor J. Santiago

Goodbye West Virginia
Hello Tennessee
I hate to leave your
pretty mountains
and your hospitality.
I love your long and
crooked roads
and all your waving hands
but most of all I love
your forests
and the wonders of your
land.
Goodbye West Virginia
Hello Tennessee
I'll miss Big Walker Mountain
and what all my eyes could see.
I'll miss your Southern coal
mines
and I'll miss those cool cool
nights,
Goodbye West Virginia
you must surely please His Eyes.
Goodbye West Virginia
Hello Tennessee
please take me back again
sometime
and take what's left of me.
I know sometimes it's rugged
there
when the Winters bite real
hard
but I've yet to see a mountaineer
with no sunshine in his heart.
So goodbye West Virginia
Hello Tennessee
goodbye pretty mountains
goodbye sweet memories.
I might see you again next year
only time can tell
til then I wish you love
and peace
and I hope your folks do well,
til then I wish you love
and peace
and I hope your folks do well.

Hurry Sundown

by

Victor J. Santiago

I can see
those gray streaks
in your hair love
and I can see
all the hell you've
been thru
but as we both walk
that pathway together
hurry Sundown is
still paying our dues.
We still feel
we can live on forever
as our love gently
guides us along
through the tears and the
laughs that we shared
through the pains
of singing our song.
Hurry sundown is
paying our dues dear
as the signs of the
times linger on
yet we still hold on
to our memories
yet we still hold on
to our song.
But as your hair
now turns to silver
and our wrinkles
have aged a bit more
I surrender my soul
to your love dear
cause it always has
been there before,
and beneath the sunshine
of watching you age dear
I look back and thank
your sweet soul
because having you with me
each day of my life
our fire has never
grown cold.
Because our dreams
have never been lonely
even though at times
we've had our share
of the blues.
But I'll always keep on
loving you dear
as Hurry Sundown
keeps on paying our dues.

40 ways from Sunday

by

Victor J. Santiago

She walks alone remembering
how nice it used to be
she drinks her drinks one
at a time
always counting memories.
And she'll leave alone
again tonight
because the whisky's
done her in,
and in that bar she leaves
the past
and what always might
have been.
Because it's 40 ways
from Sunday
and she can count them
all for you
starting from a broken heart
and ending with the blues.
And once again, she'll cry
alone
until the dawn unlocks
the light
and she slowly waits
for darkness
as she recall a love
that died.
She walks alone remembering
the dreams that died away
and slowly bows her head
and cries
for long lost yesterdays.
And she'll leave alone
tonight
because the whisky's
done her in
and in that bar
she leaves the past
of what always might
have been.
Because it's 40 ways
from Sunday
and she can count them
all for you
starting from a broken
heart
and ending with the blues.
And once again she'll
cry alone
until the dawn unlocks
the light
and she slowly waits
for darkness
as she recalls a love
that died.

Everybody's Dropping Everything

by

Victor J. Santiago

Time is standing still
like the trees without the wind
and rumored thoughts of war
abound
Everybody's Dropping Everything.

The broken heart still cries
for some fool who spoiled
her dream
and somewhere someone waits alone
Everybody's Dropping Everything.

The seas somewhat still closer
and the grass is still not green
the mailman lost his watch today
Everybody's Dropping Everything.

Everybody's Dropping Everything
from the top of one's own hill
the river flows both ways now
but time is standing still.

Time is standing still
and somewhere no music rings
the beggar starved to death
last night
Everybody's Dropping Everything.

Tomorrow came too quick today
now the preacher lives in sin
and black is still nobody's hue
Everybody's Dropping Everything.

Everybody's Dropping Everything
from the top of one's own hill
the river flows both ways now
and time is standing still.

The rivers flow both ways now
and time is standing still.

Crystals On Concrete

by

Victor J. Santiago

Crystals On Concrete
is all that's left on the ground
toys in the attic
and dreams that could never
be found.

Long broken promises
of loves that were never
around
and silver engagements
chipped out from life's golden
crown.

Crystals On Concrete
from a life that was never
to be
I gave you mine, but you used it
for your own destiny.

Tears on a sidewalk
and thoughts that will always
remain
life's always lonely
but that's the name of the
game.

Crystals On Concrete
is all that's left on
the ground
shattered to pieces
and gone without making
a sound.

Yes, shattered to pieces
like our dreams that were
once so profound
like the rustling of leaves
some yesterday
when we made love on the ground.

Little Children

by

Victor J. Santiago

Christmas is over and gone
and all the Angels
have returned to the sky
but when they count them
they'll find theres four missing
little children
you don't have to cry.

Because somewhere in Asia
there's millions
Bangladesh contributed too
in South America
the children are dying
for the lack of some milk
and some food.

And here we try to
make our amends dear
because our children
demand Christmas joy
what to get for two
little girls
and what to get for
two growing boys.

And as I see the glitter
and neon
and the fools who want
all our gold,
I'd just rather wipe
away teardrops
of some child who's
hungry and cold.

We can sit and think
of tomorrow
because tomorrow will
soon come again
but for Timmy who
lives in the boondocks
tomorrow will be the end.

And now the feasting
has gave way to daydreams
of when Christmas
will soon come again.
But for Angie those dreams
never happened, as her
stomach reflects all the pain.

Little children, nobody
understands you
because the crying is
simply not heard.
Tomorrow another spaceship
will see God
and in Kentucky
a little girl has to abort.

Little children
the Angels are calling
because the reasons
have gone down the drain
but in Fort Worth
four children still daydream
about a Christmas that's
coming again.

Brownsville Brown

by

Victor J. Santiago

I got some Brownsvill Brown
and some papers
got holes in both of my shoes
got a dirty red rag round my brow
babe
as I thumb my way back to you.
Ate some stale old crackers
this morning
washed down with some cheap
dry old wine
smoked my mind clear of this
burden
of hurting so much all the time.
And as the day discovers my
shadow
and the nite slowly tugs at my
feet
I just think of those long miles
between us
and the pains for something
to eat.
I got some Brownsville Brown and
some papers
and I got some trees who will
listen to me
I got the touch but I ain't got
the feeling
I got some love and I feel
so damn free,
cause I've been walking these
miles just to see you
and Boston seems so far away.
But I got some Brownsville Brown
and some papers
and a dream that's leading the way
all I've got is some Brownsville Brown
and some papers
and a dream that's leading the
way.

Further away from reality

by

Victor J. Santiago

Further away from reality
further away from your arms
drifting alone with no heading
staying away from your charms.

Lonely, but always with someone
to take care of me when I'm down
flying so high you can't see me
and trying to laugh like a clown.

But somewhere and somehow forgotten
were some dreams that got lost in
the dust
biting my lips and still cursing
trying to forget about us.

Further away from not knowing
what it could have been to love you
dying but living without love
happy, but lonely and blue.

Further away from reality
closing upon nowhere too fast
drifting alone with no heading
upon a highway where no one
can pass.

Speeding but standing like water
upon dust which had been laying
too long
crying with no teardrops or memories
trying to forget the words to
your song.

Abstract by design

by

Victor J. Santiago

Abstract by design
only purely by art
age seems to care none
about what's falling apart.
And here are the lovers
standing by the moon
awaiting the flush of the
rainbows,
submitting to love's tender
tune.
Abstract by design
he won't see her no more
once two lovers, now lonely
it's the same thing as before.
In comes a stranger
and the moon fades away
the music plays faster
loneliness comes to stay.
It was over some morning
and clouds covered his mind
it was pure loves passing fancy
Abstract by design.

Fortunes of War

by

Victor J. Santiago

Fortunes of War
and the Hell it's
all for
broken down men
all minding the store,
staring out into
the sky,
hoping for Heaven
and wasting goodbyes.

Fortunes of War
among the flock that
we own.
You can see a dead
soldier
you can see some
parched bones.

All laying there
til the writer comes
in
he'll tell us that Joe
died
for somebody else's
dream.

Fortunes of War
we seem to think it's
alright
to keep on believing
that's it's a blessing
to die.

And just yesterday
Timmy's dad passed
away
how could you tell
him
to kneel down and
pray.

How can you tell
her
he tried his best
because that lonely
stray bullet
is also deep in her
chest.

Fortunes of War
why do they have
to die
to prove to this
cruel world
that Peace is so
nice

But just yesterday
a telegram came in
a disturbance in
Asia,
do we have any men?

But Fortunes of War
when will the dreams
of Peace be sewn
Death be here like
yesterday
and the spoils
are all sent Home...

You're so young

by

Victor J. Santiago

You're so young
and your touch creates
a mood
as it takes from me
a million years
far too many far too few,
and your lips
they echo words
which I thought I
heard before
some forgotten time ago
when restless waves
destroyed the shore.
You're so young
too simply sweet
and full of youth
swift rushing waters
cradle your feet
as you wade through
soft memories
which have always been
sweet,
and here I find shelter
from the rains
that cloud my mind
as the days have turned
to years
way before my time.
You're so young
and I promise
I won't stay
just love me once
to ease the pain
of a life that
slipped away.

It's just another symphony

by

Victor J. Santiago

It's just another symphony
one more note for restless
ears
one more sound which is not
heard
one more chime
which disappeared.
It's just another symphony
revealing songs that went
away
and hiding long forgotten
notes
which we both song yesterday.
It's just another symphony
a singing chorus singing
free
some fools forgotten song
of love
a lonely tale
no one could see.

Sorry was the only word to say

by

Victor J. Santiago

When a love like ours has ended
because the answers were no there
we find ourselves just dreaming
not taking time to care.

And through these broken heartaches
and the emptiness in a day
I find myself keep echoing
Sorry was the only word to say.

Sorry was the only word to say
because we both have let it go
we threw away a million dreams
as our memories melted like the snow.

And through this mist of falling rain
my tired body seeks to pray
through jumbled words my lips just cried
Sorry was the only word to say.

And when we find ourselves forgotten
because no one took time to remember
We'll find ourselves lost in space
hoping for July instead of December.

And through these cold uneven nights
always longer than a day
with a freezing voice and crying eyes
Sorry was the only word to say.

Simple Persuasions

by

Victor J. Santiago

Simple Persuasions
simple where love has no hold
one lonely candle
as bright as the outside is cold.

And forgotten memories that we both
deny
lost in some darkroom
waiting to live and to die.

Simple Persuasions
simple because love has no bounds
one lonely Princess
and the millions who ask for her
crown.

One star struck lover
and a cold empty heart
shattered by the loneliness
of being so far apart.

Simple Persuasions
simple because the truth is so
blue
one lonely heartache
which will always be lonely
for you.

And forgotten sympathy
because nothing else could be
left
just Simple Persuasions
and the thoughts of what could
be best.

Little Girl

by

Victor J. Santiago

Little Girl
life is not a holiday
where time like yesterday
could not stand still
while your heart was out
to play.

Little Girl
where did time hide his face
as all these years, it has
been just smiles and memories
of loves that went away.

Little Girl
where did you hide your broken
heart
and the bittersweet pain of
loving you.

And Little Girl
now that time has kissed your
face
can you surrender
can you surrender
your place.

Life is just a sidewalk serenade

by

Victor J. Santiago

Life is just a sidewalk serenade
with its never ending notes of love
cascading from an overflowing pond
and drowning in the songs of a dove.

Yet she walks among the few who cry
like the daughter of a storm
and she smiles at those with unshed tears
before they're even born.

but life is just a sidewalk serenade
uniting heroes with their heroes from afar
burning bridges which forever had been strong
and stealing laughter from an already empty jar.

Life is just a sidewalk serenade
waiting for the moon to kiss the sea
looking for your guiding hand
awaiting some fool's destiny.

Listening to rumors
from those who have nothing to say
while handling out Halo's
to those who have gone out of their way.

Life is just a sidewalk serenade
full of music from the old and the new
full of miracles which never could be
full of dreams which were always simple and free.

Yes, life is just a sidewalk serenade
indignant to those who fashioned your scenes
while offering homage
to portraits that never have been.

Lonely Angel

by

Victor J. Santiago

Lonely Angel, Lonely Angel
with just dreams to get you by
losing teardrops, losing memories
asking questions, learning why.

Lonely Angel, Lonely Angel
your're not smiling, and that drink
is empty now,
yet your tears reflect a hurt
which you will forget somehow.

Lonely Angel, Lonely Angel
tell me why you feel so blue
tell me why you question time
tell me what has killed your soul
as you wrestle with your mind.

Lonely Angel, Lonely Angel
without that smile upon your face
drinking doubles, playing sad songs
as you face your yesterdays.

looking for love
with time denying your hand
as you drink love's sad mixture
and as your eyes look up to the band.

It Was Just a Paper Dream

by

Victor J. Santiago

It Was Just a Paper Dream
the lines they flowed all wrong
and no matter how I tried to write
I coudn't find the words to your song.

And as I write again I wonder
about the words You'd like to hear
as I fight this lonesome feeling
with some wine and cold cold beer.

But It Was Just a Paper Dream
the lines they flowed all wrong
and no matter how I tried to write
I couldn't form the words to your song.

You said something 'bout needing a stranger
(and) I said something 'bout holding your hand
we both have dreams of our own dear
as time slowly makes its demands.

But It Was Just a Paper Dream
the lines they flowed all wrong
and no matter how I tried to write
I couldn't form the words to your song.

But we both took life for granted
and forgot the pain and the tears
as our dreams gave way to reasons
of loving while hating our fears.

But It Was Just a Paper Dream
something I thought would be right
words which I will always remember
from too many sleepless nights.

I hope somebody hurts you

by

Victor J. Santiago

I hope somebody hurts you
like you hurt me yesterday
when you said you didn't love me
and you turned and walked away.

And I hope somebody shows you
those long and weary nights
I hope you learn to sleep alone
and I hope you learn to cry.

I hope somebody hurts you
like you hurt me yesterday
when you said you didn't love me
and you turned and walked away.

I hope you can stand the pain
of a torn and broken heart

I hope you can face the yesterdays
which will tear your soul apart.

I hope somebody hurts you
like you hurt me yesterday
when you said you didn't love me
and you turned and walked away.

I hope you learn to make it
when the makings are all gone
and I hope you learn to hold back tears
when the jukebox plays your song.

If diamonds were teardrops

by

Victor J. Santiago

She said she was from Fort Worth
from the fancy part of town
and the way she dressed she looked the part
of a woman going 'round.

Her hands were soft and tender
like the smile upon her face
but her eyes were sad and lonely
from too many bygone days.

And she took her time remembering
because time is all she had
she smiled when someone looked at her
but inside here soul was dead.

She turned to me and pointed to her hand
18 cold blue diamonds have made me what I am
cold to the touch of an unwanted king
and lost in the riches of an unwanted man.

Because If diamonds were teardrops
and heartaches were gold
I could buy out my loneliness
for the love of your soul.

And if dreams were red sapphires
from way out in the sky
I'd dream for your kisses
without asking why.

And as She slowly sipped her drink
her eyes looked up to me
and without thoughts I kissed her lips
and stole a memory.

As the Sun broke out next morning
she was nowhere to be seen
just a note which said it all
"Thanks for everything".

Because if Diamonds were teardrops
and heartaches were gold
I could buy out my loneliness
for the love of your soul.

And if dreams were red sapphires
from way out in the sky
I'd dream for your kisses
without asking why.

Trying anything

by

Victor J. Santiago

living upside down
in a world of make believe
lighting up the town
with some worn out memories.

Thinking when you cared enough
to satisfy my dreams
now I'm lost among this neon lights
trying anything.

Trying to forget you
as this jukebox takes my dimes
putting out this fire
which has been burning all the time.

Trying to forget the words
of a lonely country song
looking for a way to be
with you and not alone.

Living life why dying
as the Sun goes down again
carrying my poor body
to an old bar with no name.

Stumbling out next morning
with this pain still killing me
broke and out of whisky
still this hurt won't set me free.

Lying by this building
like the fool I've always been
still trying to forget you
and I'm trying everything.