602. Dear Humanity

Even if no one ever believes,

At least I’ve spoken the truth.

For evil eternally deceives,

To dwell just beyond what mind perceives…

As reality.

And even if I’m still tossed aside,

My spirit will be at peace.

For I’ll no longer be forced to hide,

And forever, in darkness reside…

As your prisoner.

K. Aldaya, 1/13/23

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600. Messengers Get Shot

I know that hatred will come my way.

Humans hate to acknowledge evil,

As it means they’ll have to choose a side,…

They’ll no longer get to run or hide,

From what the Light of truth has to say.

Yes, I know that truth is hard to take.

Humans rarely choose truth when it hurts,

And the messengers are sure to pay,

For the things that they must surely say;

It is the sacrifice that they make.

I know that hatred will come my way,

As it is said: “Messengers get shot”.

It’s not what’s visible we should fear,

Rather what’s invisible and near,…

Yet, darkness dies in the Light of day.

K. Aldaya, 12/15/22

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574. Negligent Rapture

Ah, the luxury of not having to believe.

I wish I had such riches.

Some things are best not known.

Best not to scratch the thought that itches,

And pretend it isn’t there.

Ah, the luxury of not wanting to believe,

And live in ignorant bliss.

I wish I knew what it was like,

To shove truth away with a fraudulent kiss,

And not feel guilty at all.

K. Aldaya, 2/15/22

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539. It’s Hard to Believe…So Don’t

You don’t want to believe,

And you do not care,

Because you do not have to.

You live comfortably…

Unaware.

For you will not believe,

What you have not known;

So, you’ll cast away my words,

Leaving me in silence…

All alone.

I don’t want to believe,

Though I have no choice.

Living is the greatest proof,

That I can not trust you,…

With my voice.

K. Aldaya, 5/18/21

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524. Mirageneers

People say so much, and yet,

Have so little to say;

And when you try to speak on truth,

They then huff, and walk away.

Why should I trust anyone?

And why make any sound?

When my voice leaves on the wind,

Will they care if it is found?

My voice bled into the air.

Got lost: Grew starved and cold;

Which never would have happened,

If they’d have let the truth be told.

So, there’s no use in talking.

Who’s listening anyway?

No one cares if you don’t speak;

They just don’t want you to say,….

Anything to sabotage,

Or divert them away,…

From their mirage.

K. Aldaya, 8/5/20

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