As the world crumbles,
So do we.
We are but victims of gravity…
Held down by outside forces.
We try our utmost,
And fight on,
Through each dark night, to get to the dawn…
Despite our insignificance.
As the planet turns,
So do we.
We are but victims of gravity…
Bound by corporeal law.
Digging tunnels leading nowhere…
Circling back in futile despair.
K. Aldaya, 5/29/21
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Have you not yet heard?
There are no more exceptions.
There is only the rule.
A world of false expectations,
Where the discerning are labeled: ‘fool’,
And inquiry…Absurd!
Have you really not seen?
There are no individuals.
There are only collectives…
Born of social, hierarchical rules,
Where all allegedly ‘real’ victim-hood lives,
Above the law,…blood-soaked, yet clean…
…As individual victims mount.
K. Aldaya, 5/23/21
Picture: Photo of August Landmesser, 1936; https://www.theholocaustexplained.org/resistance-responses-collaboration/non-conformity/refusal-to-salute/
The wave, it washes o’er,
And pulls me out to sea,
Yet how can I swim away?
When the ocean is me?
I can not stop the flow,
Of thoughts through synapses;
Nor the depths therein which drown…
Moments in lapses…
…Of consciousness.
K. Aldaya, 5/20/21
Picture: By Velizar Ivanov on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/UoALJojNPcs
-Sex ruins everything-
It turns love into lust,
And turns devotion into resident dust.
It turns ‘friend’ into ‘other’,
And turns the loved into the devoured lover…
Turns depths into superficials…
Diminishing human souls to mere receptables.
-Sex ruins everything-
K. Aldaya, 5/19/21
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You don’t want to believe,
And you do not care,
Because you do not have to.
You live comfortably…
Unaware.
For you will not believe,
What you have not known;
So, you’ll cast away my words,
Leaving me in silence…
All alone.
I don’t want to believe,
Though I have no choice.
Living is the greatest proof,
That I can not trust you,…
With my voice.
K. Aldaya, 5/18/21
Picture: By Jackson Simmer on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/1grn4afhiEE
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 