Frustrated with my lack of knowing,
And what should I then do?
It’s as if all wisdom is undoing,
An empty paradise ensuing.
Vexed with vexes long o’er due,
Void of gold solutions.
Blank fills the mind anew,
Abandoned thoughts take their cue.
K. Aldaya, 12/1/04
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8TlTVhsx2Ks/TgTlPzP3u1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/xFTtKSmPVEU/s1600/6a00d8341c692c53ef010536923b7d970b-800wi.jpg
Deep inside there is a need,
To the very soul, to feed.
In echoed voices in the head,
A calling that does heed,
A relentless urge to bleed.
Crimson halls and corridors,
Endless rows of clos’ed doors.
All lead to the same end.
Self-defeating little whores,
Bleeding out scarlet abhors.
Beyond each door there lies,
A flaming heart which cries,
For unmerciless repent.
Until the vile river dries,
And the corridors’ light dies.
K. Aldaya, 11/25/04
Picture: “Corridor to Hell” by William McLaughlin on Flickr; https://www.flickr.com/photos/billmclaugh/2965702055
Peace is here in this moment,
Awaiting dark-nights’ reprieve.
Caring not of the world of tomorrow,
For peace is here to receive.
Fade not away, please stay.
This moment please stay forever!
For time passes.
I fear its’ loss.
Found not ‘gain whencesoever!
K. Aldaya, 11/16/04
Picture: “Ocean, Stars, Sky, and You” by muddymelly on Deviant Art; http://muddymelly.deviantart.com/art/Ocean-Stars-Sky-and-You-261089363
Clouds drifting. Sun shifting.
Light shines down, all around.
What a thrill in this chill,
To see morn, Earth adorn,
With new life, ‘mid old strife.
Smile and cheer. New days here.
Forget past. Future’s fast!
Beauty ’round. Nature abound.
See it well, for I tell:
“Days as this aren’t to miss!”
Many will grow more nil.
With times’ pass, lose their mass.
As it knows, time fast goes!
Breathe it in, days’ begin.
For this day will pass away,
And cannot forever stay.
K. Aldaya, 11/16/04
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://images.naldzgraphics.net/2010/08/36-winter-sunrise-wallpaper.jpg
I often feel I should not speak,
Of dreams I oft’ have dreamt.
For bitter stories can they leak,
Stirring up much contempt,
And isn’t need irrelevant?
Though longing, long in silence,
For expressioned visions.
A contemplated final sense,
To reasons that dreams run,
With same old things, never done.
K. Aldaya, 11/14/04
Picture: “Alone in the Dark”, Artist Unknown; http://dark.pozadia.org/wallpaper/Alone-in-the-Dark-1/
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
