You recklessly drove through my life,
And crashed my heart to pieces.
One moment there,…the next, gone…
An effigy drawn,
On the permanent creases,
Of my soul.
You damaged those closest to you,
Then *clash* *crash* …faded away…
From wreckage…and carelessness…
And the bloody mess,
Of hearts run o’er on the way,
To your pride.
K. Aldaya, 8/8/21
Picture: By Hans Eiskonen on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/D9TK2X0Nj-U
What should be done about this?
This life of endless woe?
What should be done about lost souls…
Which still live?…I want to know!
Would you expect a broken tool,
To repair anything?
Then why expect a broken soul,
To do that very thing?
Yell at them all that you like.
Tell them they’re pathetic and lazy.
It doesn’t change the fact of the matter:
That they’re punished for being made crazy.
Their minds are full of rusted tools,
Which shatter and fall apart.
They haven’t the tools in there, you see,
To repair a shattered heart.
K. Aldaya, 5/7/15
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://desktopia.net/art/lost-soul-desktop-wallpaper/
Exhaustion of changeless-thoughts,
Memories and emotions,
Which never give the heart room,
To live beyond its’ notions.
Tired of trying to change the rules,
Which were laid before the start,
As there was ne’er and option there,
To reject one’s own heart.
The horrid contradiction,
To hate but have to love,
The one thing that creates the hate,
Though was once destined for love.
K. Aldaya, 11/15/05
Picture: Originally from http://effondrement.tumblr.com/; Photographer Unknown; http://favim.com/image/54105/
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
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.savelovetoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/heart-broken.jpg
Your eyes reached deep inside and clasped my heart tightly;
Tinted with crimson blood bore in unparalleled degree.
Igniting: embers set free, in traverse of irksome mud.
Dust and tears combined: Your passion play to win!
Which was drenched upon my soul weighted with unknown sin;
From the sight the eyes begin in search of loves true role.
The torchlight was extinguished by the swampy mayhem,
Of your minds considerations, and the love your eyes condemn.
And my heart-fire in this poem;
Of drowning internalizations,
Is your rejection of my love,
Which left me for dead thereof.
K. Aldaya, 9/9/05
Picture: “Ripped Out Heart” by Mandy…..?; http://www.layoutsparks.com/1/107179/ripped-out-heart-image.html
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
