See a human.
Looks like all others,
Walks alike,
Your reality smothers.
See a being.
Talks as you do,
Must think,
Just like you too.
The truth is,
Your truth is a lie
I’m different.
No human being am I.
Something else,
Not you in the least.
I’m the typical,
Fabled ’bout, outlander-beast.
A derelict,
Similarity in appearance.
If inward showed you’d wish disappearance.
I’m not human,
I’m something different,
Living and thinking with foreign intent.
K. Aldaya, 9/25/04
Everything on this Earth tells me I shouldn’t be here.
From the day of my birth, through each and every year.
Wishing I weren’t here.
Nothing I do is right.
I think unlike the masses.
Tossed into the night as time flows and passes.
Rejection here amasses.
K. Aldaya, 9/23/04
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Dear ‘God’, please remember me when I reach heaven’s ingress.
Hold me close as can be, for I have such loneliness.
Dear ‘God’, why do they all leave?
Why always left here alone?
Daily soul to grieve and grieve,
‘Til my heart is dead as stone.
Dear ‘God’, I’ll pretend you’re here.
Standing next to me smiling.
Glancing at me so dear,
This dream keeps me trying.
Dear ‘God’, would you stay always,
With this ‘lone forsaken soul?
Upon which none do gaze,
Left by the world unwhole.
Dear ‘God’, maybe you care for me?
People pass me on their way,
But don’t care to know me,
A lonely castaway.
K. Aldaya, 9/16/04
Picture: by dear_wes on Weheartit.com; http://weheartit.com/entry/65224866/via/dear_wes
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
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
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
