Some think they know the poet well,
Who speaks with rhythm, rhymed,
And loudly with a thing to tell,
Cascades the open mind;
Of every soul upon which it fell.
Are words the voices held inside?
Found in each souls’ expanse?
Which are sent outward to guide,
All to know the soul at glance?
For won’t, within, the truth e’er hide?
K. Aldaya, 9/8/04
I often feel a deep connection with railroad tracks. I see my life as those abandoned railroad tracks through the forest which I used to walk on to school everyday. Behind me the track stretches beyond a road and continues on with no point of origin in sight or reach; a path once traveled, holding perilous and unknown truths, which have been lost to haunted memories. The path endlessly sprawling before my eyes is unchangingly as lonely, empty, and deserted as the track I’ve traveled. Each new step leads toward an empty attempt at finding a purpose which doesn’t have existence here. Each step leading to one more step. Each track to more track. More empty, lonely, cold-rusted steel track. No point of origin. No point of destination, but that final one in which all tracks eventually lead; whether this track or the next step, or the next, or the next ten million. The train passed long ago and I am left here forever in its’ abandoned shadow.
K. Aldaya
Picture: “Foggy Morning Train Tracks to Indian Land NC” by G.H. Holt: https://www.flickr.com/photos/ghholt/; http://www.flickriver.com/photos/ghholt/popular-interesting/
A seed is dropped upon the ground,
Without a notice, without a sound.
Among lavished fields expanse,
Flowers, trees, and grass-blades dance.
Wind moves on, time on by,
Seed to flower there does lie.
Flower that swayed all alone,
Between two grand slabs of stone.
Flower with more flowers ’round,
But none in this constricting ground.
Flowing on, day by day,
Sun came, shined, then went away.
The flower held in the shadows,
Separate, unnoticed, ‘mid field flowers.
With the shade shed each day,
The flower lost some sun its’ way.
The rain poured down through the field,
‘Tween rock it never quite healed.
Drowning in the bitter-cold soil,
With sun-rays never to foil.
Flower tired from the fight,
Hopes to live another night.
Then one day a seed lands near,
Rain settled from falling here.
Long enough for many a seed,
To find good soil here to feed.
But the flower faded away,
Just as the new flowers say:
“You’re just like us you are”.
“Stay with us. Don’t go far”.
“You can’t leave! Not yet!”
“The sun is not a-setting yet”.
“Just forget about the wet,
Forget about the cold-sad nights,
With loneliness to lend your frights.”
But flower had already changed,
Into something un-arranged.
Flower was flower no more.
Fragment left of its’ true core.
Flowers come and flowers go,
But ‘tween those rocks they grow and grow.
Never recalling that seed long ago,
Which longed to be flower you know,
But wilted ‘fore this could be so.
K. Aldaya, 9/2/04
Picture: “Field of Daisies and Wild Flowers with Rocky Mountains in Background” by Sandra Cunningham; http://www.shutterstock.com/pic-83264833/stock-photo-field-of-daisies-and-wild-flowers-with-rocky-mountains-in-background.html
O’ Bright star up on high,
Tell me everything.
So to know if God is nigh,
For to prove love’s not a lie.
O’ Sagacious star of night,
Tell me everything.
Through all time your shining light,
Hath seen the peace and seen the fight.
O’ Radiant beaming star,
Tell me everything.
Show me though afar,
That heavens’ gleaming light you are.
O’ Glorious star in the black,
Tell me everything,
All the wisdom that I lack.
Help me find some steady track.
O’ Great sparkling starlet,
Tell me everything.
Tell me how I can forget ’bout all,
But when we first met.
O’ Shimmering star in the sky,
Tell me everything,
For the night is ever nigh,
And I wonder why, oh why?
K. Aldaya, 8/15/04
Picture: “Night Sky Practice 1” by Sniggle-Wiggle on Deviant Art; http://sniggle-wiggle.deviantart.com/art/Night-Sky-practice-1-360693899
It waits here all alone at night,
Wishing a dream to live in light.
So waits in dreams of happiness,
Which daily fade to less and less.
It waits for love to come its’ way,
Knowing that no love will stay.
Reaching out to the unknown,
Confliction is the message shown.
Wished for love that cannot be.
Soul is not a soul you see?
For there is no soul for ye!
K. Aldaya, 8/14/04
Picture: “Unforgiven” by ThousandLies on Deviant Art; http://thousandlies.deviantart.com/art/Unforgiven-119151229
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 