“It’s all smoke and mirrors”, the illusionist said.
“What lives in the heart also lives in the head”.
“There is no magic to make you stay,
In one place, or just one way.
You are everything you love and hate.
You are the thoughts you contemplate.
You are young and you are old.
You are meek and you are bold.”
“It’s all smoke and mirrors”, the illusionist said.
“What’s true for the heart, is true for the head;
For just ’cause you are living,
Does not mean you aren’t dead.”
K. Aldaya, 12/30/18
Pulled apart. I come undone.
From the start I’m forced to run.
Run from one point to another.
I am me and then the other.
Words confound. I spin in place.
I make no sound. My words: they race,…
Inside myself where they collide,
And try to escape to the outside.
Drained and weak. I grip my heart.
I can’t speak. I’m torn apart.
My heart beats, and beats, and beats,
While inside, history repeats.
Pulled apart. I come undone.
Will this fight ever be won?
For as in war, there are no winners.
There are no saints, only sinners.
K. Aldaya, 12/28/18
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Society wants to throw us away.
“You do not matter”, that’s what they say.
If you ask for some help to get by.
Everyone questions: “What?”…”But why?”.
Society wants to throw us away.
“You are a burden”, that’s what they say.
If you can not hold down a job,
“You are a terrible, lazy, fat-slob!”.
Society wants to throw us away,
“You are worth nothing”, that’s what they say.
Well, you know what? Who cares what they say!
Why should their words matter anyway?
Were they there when you cried on your bed.
Would they care at all if you lost your head?
If you said you couldn’t live anymore,
Would any of them come to your door?
Society wants to throw us away.
“You do not matter”, that’s what they say.
Well, guess what? Who cares what they say!
Whose life is this anyway?
No, not theirs…today’s your day!
“Your life matters!”,…
That’s what I say!
K. Aldaya, 11/12/18
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The leaves, they always danced for me,
Like ghosts at a haunted ball;
Maybe that’s why I always went,
For walks more in the Fall.
The ghosts seemed almost happy then,
As they drifted to and fro;
And I wondered if it was all for me,
Or they had some place to go?
Either way, it made me smile,
As they pranced across the ground;
Spinning the leaves in circles ,
As I lightly skipped around.
I liked to think they knew that I,
Thought about them often;
And perhaps they were smiling too,
To know not all of the world had forgotten.
For there they were, and there I was,
And although we could not touch.
I felt them, and they felt me,
And though it may not account for much…
The leaves, they always danced for me,
Like ghosts at a haunted ball,
And I’ve always been invited,
To attend each festive fall.
And dance, and smile, not just for me,…
….but for us all.
K. Aldaya, 11/5/18
Picture: http://wallpaperswide.com/autumn_walk-wallpapers.html
Keep on moving, moving, moving.
Fate is cruel,
And worth reproving.
Keep on trying, trying, trying.
Life’s unjust,
There’s no denying.
Keep on going, going, going.
The point:…
There’s no way of knowing.
Keep on fighting, fighting, fighting;
Be it by pen,
Then keep on writing.
K. Aldaya, 10/30/18
Picture: https://www.theodysseyonline.com/passion-is-where-the-power-is
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