Thursday, June 15, 2017

fire inside

candles 3 & 4 back row dedicated to HB.  2017, Stella Santamaria

pressing
pressing the red 
button

red buttons

that lights up the electric
candles in miami
national shrine

national cathedral
has real fire
real fire inside
inside

so much better
better

real flames
red at the core
inside 
inside

the spirit
could completely
cover

its wings
ablaze

like the eagle
eagle

looking ahead

red
white
blue

fire
being 
the color

waiting
for in July

July wedding
perhaps
perhaps

red, white & blue
three and four equals seven
seven

Thursday, June 1, 2017

why haven't you written a poem

why haven't you written
a poem? 

el amor es la unico
que vale la pena

mi amor es unica
ella es tierna
silvestre


como lavanda

like lavender
wild, purple and free

like your third eye
amethyst violet
nonviolent

your crown
chakra

chakras
rainbow synergism
energy centers

centros de energia

love
wild
free

wild mustard
over the valley

in a sea
of smiley emoji sunshine yellow
flowers

Napa

Napa

your dark scarlet hair strands
loose
from your wild rose & white orchid bouquet

blown
from St. Helena

from D.C.

to here
here
here.

like a peppermint
candy cane
in May.
May.

May



wild mustard. 2017, Photo by HB edited by me

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Magic. 707.

Magic.
Beauty, Beautiful Shadow.  facing me.  the sun to my back. facing the avocado tree out back.
buttery rich matte red shimmering in the Miami sun.  same moonlight. planetary reflections.
Magic. I am magic. Magic. Magical. a red rose. a 707 red rose. energized by the sun. My petals slowly opening revealing my glowing growing core. core. in bright incandescent yellow.  bright yellow painted parking concrete stop. Our sun. dot. dot. dot. staring. staring. blinded by my bright core. dot. dot. dot.

707 Rose.  2017, Stella Santamaria

Saturday, May 27, 2017

everyone*

everyone

no one

everyone

no one

the pattern

doesn't matter

as long as
you

you love
you love

you love
yourself

this
pattern

everyone
that has love for you
good to you
will come

the no ones
will disappear
on their own

disappear
on their own.

everyone loves me
because
because

i've left
left
the no ones
alone

alone.
alone.

the pattern
this pattern

alone.

Friday, May 26, 2017

poema perdido y encontrado en papel rosado

No hay nada peor
que tener una corona
y no saber que la tenias

No hay nada peor
No hay nada peor

Hay no Hay
nada peor
que estar ocupado
rellenandote de aire
frio, caliente, tibio

No hay nada peor que
registrar tu libro
despues del tsunami

No hay nada peor
No hay nada peor

que pensar que
la vida te debe
una explicacion

no hay nada peor
que llorar
por alguien que
nunca te quizo

ni te valoro
ni sabia de tu
existencia

en los planetas
Tierra
Marte
Neptuno

No hay nada  peor
que tener inspiraciones
de limpieza a
la una de la manana


*este poema fue encontrado y dice 13 de marzo no tiene fecha exacta...(no year just march 13)

it is on pink lined paper so it's probably from one of my journals...

Thursday, May 25, 2017

always get*

always get
what I want

this is what you said

always get what
I want

I didn't know
people were goals

summertime

in nocturnal dreams

lavender fields
in the summer

brushing up against
my Napa
suntanned ankles

black leather
sandals
tied to my
free
barefoot
feet

my orchid painted
toes
toes
toes

I always
get what I want

Do you?

Do you?

so do I.
so do I.

the universe
provided me
with you.

You.
You.

relaxing
looking up at the vanilla sky
holding hands
in sweet lavender

sweet
lavender.

sweet
lavender.

lavanda
lavanda
lavanda

Vanilla Sky.  2017, Stella Santamaria & HB

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

put away your phone

run way
running away

towards

run way
running away

towards

the engines are revved
massaging
in plush black leather

they don't say
put away your phone

first class
warm towel
hot food

iced drinks
in glass
glass

no plastic
all glass
metal

first class
runway

catwalks
with planes
instead of humans

humans
Houston Runway. 2017, Stella Santamaria