I truly don’t know what to say,
And even less, what to do,
For here on Earth there are some things,
Which can not be worked through.
I truly wish I knew the way,
So I could give you a clue;
Yet, that would merely be false hope…
I won’t do that to you.
All I can say is bide your time,
Pray and live each day anew,
For there’s not more to say than this:
I am here with you too.
K. Aldaya, 12/5/22
Picture: By Ihor Malytskyi on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/QZ9PsYOfwuM
As the world crumbles,
So do we.
We are but victims of gravity…
Held down by outside forces.
We try our utmost,
And fight on,
Through each dark night, to get to the dawn…
Despite our insignificance.
As the planet turns,
So do we.
We are but victims of gravity…
Bound by corporeal law.
Digging tunnels leading nowhere…
Circling back in futile despair.
K. Aldaya, 5/29/21
Picture: By Joanna Grace on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/AteF4SIV_Uo
“I’m neither hope nor misery”, he looked at me and said.
“I’m a human, so why do you look for Gods instead?”
“I could tell you of hope beyond which words describe,
Or tell you of the misery which bloody tears inscribe.”
“I’m neither good, nor am I bad”, he looked at me and said.
“I’m but a human being made of both a heart and head.”
“So why place me up high or low, in heav’n or hell?”
“For as far as I can tell from here, Earth fits us quite well.”
K. Aldaya, 3/30/18
Picture: By trottin-the-globe.tumblr.com; http://twistedsifter.com/2013/03/atop-lions-head-cape-town-south-africa/
I am a savage.
I remember my days in the jungle.
The feel of mud ‘tween my toes.
The rush of adrenaline,
From head to toe.
Blood raging to win.
I am a savage.
I remember my nights under the moon.
The feel of winds blowing over,
The heavy lids of the earth,
Falling to cover.
In death is rebirth.
I am a savage.
I remember my days on the Earth.
The feel of dust and thirst.
The yearning to drink and feast.
Devoured or nursed.
Nothing but a beast.
K. Aldaya, 9/18/16
Picture: Original Source Unknown; http://sscinnovate.blogspot.com/2013/06/review-barefoot-minimalist-and-forefoot.html
“Blood is thicker than water”, how I truly hate this line!
How I loathe when others use it (usually absent of mind).
How carelessly it makes claim of the specialness of some,
When any fool knows that we all originally came from one.
How no matter where you live now or the color of your skin,
We are all from the same parents. We are all simply: human.
If only we could look beyond the years which separate us,
And see that we all bleed the same…with no waters to divide us.
Our minds have become barriers to block us from this truth.
To make us feel all alone, in this vast ocean: aloof.
I wish we could stop saying: “Black, white, yellow, or red”,
And look upon anothers’ face to see only sister or brother instead;
But rather, humans build their walls to conquer and divide.
To place themselves upon thrones, and wage war on the other side.
Anything to exploit men’s fear of what’s unknown or different.
“Oh, a sharp nose knows the enemy’s nose is an inch left-bent!”
How ridiculous it all is…this endless self-destructive game!
Humanity, will we ever learn our lesson and find a more rewarding aim?
I pray that time does teach us things that we will not repeat.
That lessons learned will one day stick and each heart will beat,
To the drums of a unified dance of love and acceptance;
Where the drums of war no longer beat this sad and tragic dance.
Humans do not bleed water and they never have or will.
Humans they are all our family and they bleed the same blood still;
The blood that your ancestors bled upon the battlefields…
The blood which spilt to give you life, from the womb your mother wields.
From the fathers of your father, and the mothers of your mother.
You may argue all you want, but truth one cannot smother!
So this I say to human beings with ears in which to hear.
Never speak of thicker blood or be selective of ear.
Love and grant the kindness which you would like to receive.
It’s not that hard to be understanding, listen, and to believe…
In seeing the best in others, and never prejudging a face.
Oh God, if we could only stop focusing on differences in religions and race!
Put down your weapons children! Mother is weeping in her grave,
And father’s bloody hands clench the soil for each child no one would save!
“We all bleed the same blood”, how many times has this been said?
How many more times must we repeat the truth, before we are all dead?…
And time passes and forgets us, the children of the Earth;
The species which destroyed itself and spit upon its’ birth!
K. Aldaya, 9/5/16
Picture: “Harvest of Death,” the Battle of Gettysburg, 1863, from Gardner’s Photographic Sketch Book of the War; http://blog.chicagohistory.org/index.php/2009/03/gettysburg/
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