587. Buzz

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

A busy little brain,

Inside the head,

Can drive a man insane.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

A word is just a word,…

Though,…repeated…

Begins to sound absurd.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

There’s no rest from the roar.

Ev’ry voice speaks,

And there is an encore.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

The armies rise up strong…

Time for the war,

And it’s sure to be long.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

A busy little brain,

Trapped in the head,

Can drive a man insane.

K. Aldaya, 7/1/22

Picture: By Bethany Szentesi on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/GE43_0fqwQs

486. The Interminable Case of the Delirious Detective

For me, life is a problem which needs to be solved.

A mistake which needs righting.

A misstep to be resolved.

Howe’er it seems the rest of the world can’t agree,

On whether I’m sleep deprived,

Or am simply crazy.

Whatever is said, I can not help how I feel.

I wish I could be content,

And accept the appeal.

Yet to me, it all feels wrong, damaged, and bizarre.

A puzzle missing pieces.

A beauty with a scar.

A scar: I can’t ignore the pain inflicted there.

Maybe that makes me crazy,

But I can not help but care.

Life is a problem that I want to figure out,

Though no matter how much thought,

I am only left with doubt.

For there is no solution. No answer to right…

The wrongs of existence,

Or bring meaning to light.

Life: It is a problem which needs to be solved, for me,

To be able to get some sleep at night;

So rather, I write on tirelessly,

For insight.

K. Aldaya, 8/22/19

Picture: By: Lai Man Nung on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/6Ptwy-nDnoE

86. Men Live Best Blind

Candle light is waning in the mid of night.

A gentleman refraining from the sleepers’ plight;

Heavy thoughts remaining.

Can the roving mind deeply reach for truth,

And in the darkness find some revelating proof,

That all men live best blind?

Secrets are truths hidden, and when shown they are spread,

Like the plagues from back then which soon become widespread;

All wishing that it hadn’t been.

Secrets linger in the dark or so I long have heard,

And that the truth will lurk ’til letting go the word,

To release the berserk.

But he knows as I do, this gentleman insomniac,

That a secrets residue keeps him wake in black,

But saves all those in view.

K. Aldaya, 10/17/04

Picture: “An Old Man Writing a Book by Candlelight” by Godfried Schalcken (1663 – 1706); http://www.nationaltrustcollections.org.uk/object/290274

25. A Numb Place

In the dark depths of night.

My mind wanders tonight,

To a place where none can reach, without the candles dying light.

In the cold arena of night,

My thoughts take flight,

To a place that few know of where tears reduce sight.

In the starry-skied night,

My sadness gains height,

To a place that’s near, but seems so far,

Where things are set right…,

If only for the night.

K. Aldaya, 4/02

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AdMxt7jNFO0/TnSim1rXqiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/366td3d6Jus/s1600/P9171561.JPG