I long to swim in the white mists of the sky.
Dive into those wispy waves.
Soak my body in the atmosphere.
Sink deep…and high.
I long to submerge into crystalline skies.
Feel the touch of transcendence.
Floating and descending within waves,
Of buoyant sighs.
I long to immerse in empyrean heights.
Lie on back and levitate,
Upon the skin of a universe;
And drown in the sights,
Of our cosmic sky seas.
K. Aldaya, 9/05/15
Picture: http://jinqiaojs.com/sun-clouds-03s/download-sun-clouds-31r
Curl up in the corner, dear,
And cover your ears in vain.
You cannot hide from the pain.
This world is made of fear.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
And hide from searching hands.
Blind your eyes behind hair-strands,
And pray to disappear.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
And close those teary eyes.
Most things seen and said are lies,
To lead the naive near.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
For hands were made to punish;
And skin and bones to ravish,
In treachery severe.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
For certainty’s a lie.
They will not care if you die,
Or if you persevere.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
And cover your ears in vain;
For a world, it is insane,
Where sanity breeds fear.
K. Aldaya, 9/2/15
Picture: Found on youtube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJarvZMi0gU; http://i.ytimg.com/vi/lJarvZMi0gU/maxresdefault.jpg
The bed is made of lies and fire,
Though it does not burn to ash,
And upon it lies lustful desire,
And lost souls under lash.
Bodies burn engulfed in flame,
Forever stoking the blaze.
The babies, crawling, are the blame;
Igniting with their gaze.
The fire sparks from inside,
Childhood’s glowing domicile,
Of doors which lead to hell and abide,
In the darkness of denial.
The flames cannot be quenched with tears.
The fire once set, burns on.
For those in hell are the mutineers,
Who refuse to lie –and yawn,
And sleep in ignorance.
K. Aldaya, 8/3/15
Gif: “Fire” by Freaky–Like–Vivi on Deviant Art; http://freaky–like–vivi.deviantart.com; http://freaky–like–vivi.deviantart.com/art/Fire-350936436
They say she is a Goddess,
And that the Gods she hears,
Though if you were to ask her,
She’d say, “Listen with your ears”.
The Earth is full of Spirits,
And their voices echo.
If you’re still and silent,
You may learn to hear, and know;
That there is life around you,
In every flower and tree.
In every bird soaring the skies.
In every buzzing bee.
She prophesies true beauty,
In the songs she sings each day,
To the universes’ melody,
Which holds her in its’ sway.
They say she is a Sorceress,
Whose voice divines the fates,
Though if you were to ask her,
She’d say she,”Simply narrates”.
For the story is being told,
In all of creation,
And if you were to listen,
You’d see all things have relation.
They say she is an enchantress,
Whose incantations hex,
Though if you’d only listen,
You’d hear the Analects:
Of nature and existence,
Of beautiful complexities;
Revelations and connections,
Which sing upon the breeze.
K. Aldaya, 7/30/15
Picture: Photo for Anna Sui Collection for O’Neill; https://instagram.com/p/1bMmWgJTaP/
The light streams down,
And reaches out to me,
Like the hand of a God,
Painting destiny.
Oh, what I would do,
To reach and clasp that light!
The touch of heaven on skin:
Warm and ember-bright.
If only I had wings,
I’d fly into the sky,
To destiny, immortality,
On an etheric lullaby.
The light shines down,
And reaches out to me,
And though I sink, I sing,
And it ripples,…into eternity.
K. Aldaya, 7/24/15
Picture: takau99: https://www.flickr.com/photos/thailandbeach/; http://fineartamerica.com/featured/underwater-sunlight-takau99.html
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
