183. Note to Self: That’s What You Get

Why can’t I forget those days?

Those lingering memories: a phase,

Of life so long since passed.

Though hours and years have flown away,

The visions burn and steadily prey,

Upon my undead soul.

None bring up, but sights remind,

That the past is well behind,

Yet still so felt and real.

Hate is there for its’ own sake;

Hating the hate that lies awake,

To chaos hope with guilt.

Hate and love both held within,

Wailing loud of selfish sin.

Who cares how things had been!

This life is hard for everyone.

Isn’t mine just another one?

Lacking a strong spirit?

Weakness and self-pity there,

Deep in my mind, create despair.

Unwarranted. Unjust.

I’m the real freak and con,

The one who cannot move on.

Who keeps evil alive.

I deserve what I feel here,

Every pain and every tear;

Figments of a horrid head.

I cannot forget those days.

Dreams and memories a haze,

Of pre-tarnished truth.

Nothing will e’er change what be,

Within a heart that cannot see,

That it should settle for,

Deserving pain forever.

K. Aldaya, 11/4/05

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182. To a Friend…

I know your fear, my dear.

Of being ‘lone within this world,

When everything’s of black and drear,

And there your heart a-swirled,

Is in struggles of despair.

A heart given is found,

To want none other, once it’s found,

A place inside….a flowing ground…

Of endless enchantments which pound,

Within veins of crimson blood.

Yes, I know you bleed my dear,

With scarlet agonies of loss,

For hearts are resting places near,

All that is the soul and boss,

Of loves’ enriching clarities.

You may be thus lost right now,

And feel you’re all alone in pain.

As no one could ever know how,

It feels to bear hearts’ broken stain,

On your souls’ experienced truth.

But just remember that you can’t,

Change those who hate to make them.

You deserve more than to chant,

And live over your love to them,

Who can’t be made to understand.

So, no matter what happens,

Don’t waste your heart on one,

Without the needed comprehends,

To see your love’s the real one,

And not just some battle to be won.

You shouldn’t settle for second place,

In any battles waged with cost,

If true-love he’d risk all to race…,

To your side whatever’s lost.

So please, my dear, don’t settle there,

And let your heart wither to dust.

K. Aldaya, 10/26/05

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181. Doors Oft’ Lead to Nowhere

I pray this will not end the same,

As all things have before,

For I can’t take another fall…,

Close yet another door.

I’ve not the strength to walk again,

The endless empty corridor,

And op’ another unknown door,

Just to be left a whore.

A whore head-filled with ideal dreams,

Of given love received,

And given back with no expense,

Love there not deceived.

So ask me not to invest hence,

My heart unto your cause,

If you’re lost as to whether,

Concordance is without pause.

But still I pray this will not end,

A dream may be more yet!

That I may leave this doorway,

And prostitutions forget.

K. Aldaya, 10/25/05

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180. What a Guilty Game You Play My Dear

How many times must you speak of all your sacrifices?

I know you truly have a heart, but venality your soul entices,

To onus all who hear your call;

With guilt it does impart.

No matter I still care to fix.

Make it right somehow.

But how, O’ how can this be done?

For continuity won’t allow,

The soul to free and finally be….

A persons’ life begun.

K. Aldaya, 10/21/05

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179. Present Realities Have a Tendency to Change

Oh, how has time flown on so fast?

We shall not know ’til our breaths’ last;

When we’ll transcend its’ confines.

Our spirits but dark shadows cast…

Just brief once-spoken lines.

We must not let our shadows fall,

Before our hearts be free to call;

Echo: “A life was lived!”, throughout,

Every sculpted corridor and hall.

So it’ll linger soft and devout,

In the constructs of existence,

We know…but soon will doubt.

K. Aldaya, 10/19/05

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