Beginning.
Solitary and dry.
Cracked-bitterness shifts high,
Sailing in the warmest winds,
That ever flew beneath the sky;
Thirsting long and deep to cry…
“Is the ending nigh”?
Ending.
Loved, content, and lush.
Filled. Encompassed hush,
Is heard among the cooling winds,
Which flew across the mush,
Cooling beginnings in a gush,
Of blood-flowing rush.
K. Aldaya, 4/4/05
Picture: “On Top of the World” by Wusk on Deviant Art; http://wusk.deviantart.com/art/On-Top-of-the-World-58581979
Birds are chirping fiercely,
A sign of good things to come,
For just ’cause you can’t see its’ worth,
Doesn’t conclude that it has none.
Shut your eyes and listen…,
Listen to their song of life.
Bury deep their soft melodies,
Which sooth passing-times’ lurking strife.
Let their voices lead you,
Each day, by day, by day long,
To hum a happy tune of hope:
That life can bring to ear sweet-song.
Good things are on their way,
Found by some but there for all,
Flowing from the breath of ‘God’s’ love,
Through birds, for mens’ hearts to enthrall.
—–In morn his passions’ call.
K. Aldaya, 3/17/05
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.iwallscreen.com/stock/morning-birds-hd-wallpaper.jpg
Why hope in vain for things to change?
When all signs and sights contradict.
Hope, love, and happiness…,
All just out of range.
Why hope for sleep in nightmares’ lair,
When fear is all that can be felt?
Can’t trust any truths seen,
For honor these days is rare.
So why hope in vain for a change?
When nothing ever has or will?
No trust can be found,
When all is out of range.
K. Aldaya, 3/10/05
Picture: Powder: Sean Patrick Flanery as Jeremy “Powder” Reed; http://www.moviefancentral.com/images/pictures/review41174/Powder__001.jpg?1364269808
O’ la luna,
Dance me in your light.
Spin me through the blackened fields,
Grass-blades shimmering in your sight,
On this crisp October night.
O’ la luna,
Caress this soft eve-wind,
So it will lull with crawling flesh,
And whispering, “rescind, rescind”…,
Carry ‘way the soul un-skinned.
O’ la luna,
Revive they song and sing,
Of gallantry, valor true,
And hearty so it doth ring,
Echoing through everything.
O’ la luna,
Your presence dragoons,
The spirit to endure and frolic to the seeping tunes,
Flowing down from beacon-moons.
O’ la luna,
Drip down into me.
Sift through cracks of rusted-bone;
Free the longing reverie:
Fiery reserves of glee.
O’ la luna,
For in your light and air,
Fairies flutter whimsically,
In the weightless air, so fair;
Free, vibrant, without a care!
O’ la luna,
Bail out the prisoned-dream.
Deep beyond the bones and flesh is…,
A subsisting thought to deem:
There’s more life than what may seem.
O’ la luna,
Locked and chained to the law,
The conditions of judges,
Belie my core with a flaw;
And leaves me ‘lone and in awe.
O’ la luna,
Unsuited by the skin.
A realization’s found…,
Dancing with a fairy-spin,
A contentment long hidden.
O’ la luna,
From out the bones it runs,
Set loose upon the midnight,
To be and live, and dance suns,
Into the dark-world of shuns.
O’ la luna,
My spirit runs to thee,
Declaring in a whisper,
“Dance me in your light…hold me”.
And spins in the crisp-nights’ air,
The unquenchable passion to be.
K. Aldaya, 3/7/05
Picture: from wildretina.com; Artist Unknown; http://www.wildretina.com/nature/photo/full-moon-in-night-sky-over-water.jpg
Fervent suspicions line contagious, deprecating slums;
Swelling with rubbled-craftsmanship which succumbs,
To the infiltrations of vermin scums.
O’ look to the eve stars for consolations unfounded,
For with destructions you’re wholly surrounded.
Behold Elysiums’ fresh ungrounded.
Make no cares of sound cries or lamentations with a boom.
Seek to establish a constructive, safe resume,
Completing this seemingly endless exhume.
Deep queries vex and disintegrate bricks of fortitude.
Why is it wrong Lord to have and want certitude?
Walls gone: struck down before constructions intrude.
A dilapidated domicile of firm dejection…
Stars speak of myriad stores of protection;
A clear and obvious disconnection.
K. Aldaya, 3/2/05
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.marketwallpapers.com/wallpapers/20/wallpaper-117915.jpg
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
