It’s okay not to be happy.
It’s okay, my child.
Tomorrow the sun will rise again,
And hearts will again run wild;
Beating up and down the streets.
Flowing through the hours,
O’er-rushing with dreams of cakes and sweets,
And fields of endless flowers.
So it’s okay to cry and be sad.
It’s okay, my child.
Tomorrow the sun will rise again,
And yes, you will have smiled!
K. Aldaya, 9/4/13
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://extremelongevity.net/wp-content/uploads/Sunny-day1.jpg
Into the world my child, she flies…,
Away and soars; but I am scared.
Will she be safe and always wise?
Did I teach her everything,
She needs to touch the skies?
And can I trust the world which I’ve never trusted?
To care for and protect one of my dearest treasures?
World of people through whose acts I am disgusted.
Who poisoned my heart until it broke and rusted.
Yet even I cannot protect,
Her, or him, or I from this life.
Control: an illusion’s inject,
So life we do not from the start reject.
If we thought about how each moment is taken,….
Stolen right in front of our eyes: so we close them;
We’d go crazy or mad, and sickness awaken.
So we say: “Reasons are not godforsaken!”.
Whether there’s meaning to it all,
I know not and I dare not say.
I only know what’s to fear therewithal.
I pray she’ll be able to fly when in fall!
—-praying: “Don’t be like me…., Please don’t end up like me at all!”
K. Aldaya, 8/6/13
Picture: “Tiny Dancer” by insanelaurenjane at Deviant Art; http://www.deviantart.com/art/Tiny-Dancer-352280439
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
Picture: Originally on http://theuberblog.tumblr.com/; Photographer Unknown; http://favim.com/image/184721/
Changes are constant and held with regard,
As there’s nothing to halt them or keep them imbarred.
Daily they move to the ticks and the tocks,
Movements set in motion to the bidding of clocks.
Time is a constant reminder to all,
That life is more precious with each sun and moons’ fall.
For how quickly the hands tick the hours away,
And the world’s ever made different in the death of a day.
K. Aldaya, 6/27/05
Picture: “The Passage of Time” by Jason Ticehurst; http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/the-passage-of-time-jason-ticehurst.jpg
Things they never stay the same.
Change is conquering, devouring, each day.
Change with no apparent aim,
But for to say, “Life’s a sick game”.
Raping happy moments we find,
That pass away with kind precision.
Each and every heart to grind,
In a deathly collision,
To which we are resigned.
K. Aldaya, 1/9/05
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
