383. The Soul is a Symphony

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I wonder what people will say of me,

When I am finally gone?

Will they praise me for my honesty,

Or say that I was wrong?

Will they love my naked words,

Or loathe me as a whore?

Will they understand my words,

And why I always had to say more?

Will they say that I was sick,

Or plain and simply: pessimistic?

Will they think that’s all that made me tick?

That I was never optimistic?

After all is said and done,

I hope no one will ever say,

That I never cherished even one…

Earthly human day.

No one can help or change their path;

It is theirs to walk alone.

You’ll never understand that path;

The only path I’ve ever known.

Yet one thing I must make quite clear…

I crawled, lived, and fought;

And as much as I bore pain and fear,

Love is what I sought.

Beauty is more beautiful,

And happiness more divine,

When you know just how rare and wonderful,

It is to feel the sunshine.

To see flowers bloom each spring.

To watch children smile and glow,

And know that despite everything,

Love continues to nurture and grow.

I wonder what people will think of me,

When I am finally gone.

I hope they’ll realize how fully,

I felt and lived each dawn.

–For the soul is a symphony, not a song.

K. Aldaya, 1/20/17

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382. Insomniac

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11pm, it’s late again.

Time to close your eyes.

No moon in sight to make it light,

Darkness descends and lies.

12am, two hours past ten.

Another day is gone.

You stare at nothing, yet everything,

While deciding which side to rest on.

1am, the hour when…

Your thoughts decide to party:

Dance and drink, and overthink…

Rage and disagree.

2am, you grab a pen,

To silence the noise inside;

Write it out, reread, and doubt…

Which words you should confide.

3am, you drop the pen,

Too tired to think clearly.

There are no words that aren’t cowards,

And cowardice costs dearly.

4am, near dawn again.

The world will soon awake,

And you will stare, lost in despair,

Of the sun you will forsake.

5am, You lie and then…

Fall down deeply into sleep.

Finally at rest, yes, you sleep best,

After you ponder and weep.

K. Aldaya, 1/16/17

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381. Dissociation

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Time escapes me again…

Slips through my trembling fingers;

Rushes on into the future…

And life: it occurs.

In the void I sit…

Between life and it’s future dawn;

Where I waste precious hours,

As time ticks right on.

Time is not my friend,

And walks past me nonchalantly;

So I ever return to time in mourning,

Of the hours which have left me.

K. Aldaya, 1/13/17

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380. Watch Out!

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Watch out little children!

This world’s run by mad old kids,

Who never found their happiness;

And were raised by other kids.

Watch out little children!

Mothers are narcissists.

Fathers are pedophiles,

And the neighbors: serial rapists.

Watch out little children!

Evil wears a smile and lies;

And even he who does bad deeds,

Is missed by someone when he dies.

Watch out little children!

Those who you should fear,

Are not the monsters under your beds,

But, rather, those who have your ear.

Watch out little children!

True evil’s a lie you’re told,

By those whose evil deeds are many,

Yet whose good deeds you’ll uphold.

Watch out little children!

This world’s full of goods and bads.

Serial killers aren’t monsters,

They’re just your moms and dads!

K. Aldaya, 1/9/17

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379. Don’t Stoke the Fire!

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The rage is blazing,

Under the surface.

You stoke fires you know nothing about,

And expect not to be burnt,

When they spread out.

Blistering beneath.

Skin searing; screaming!

You throw kindle on it with a smirk,

Then it scorches you when near,

And they’re the jerk?

K. Aldaya, 12/27/16

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