176. Have it Your Way

One more day. One more day.

Then time will find,

That stalking one more day…

Would be pointless.

One more day. One more day.

Escape will find,

That it is something we may…

Have to end this.

One more day. One more day.

Then time will end.

For this soul, black as coal may,

Finely get just what it wants,

And have just one more day.

Finely, have its’ way.

K. Aldaya, 10/6/05

Picture: “Clock” by Bernard Jaubert: http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/bernard-jaubert.html; http://fineartamerica.com/featured/clock-bernard-jaubert.html

93. Random Thoughts #3

Short Lamentation

Lamenting the transgressions,

Tears flow of scarlet penance.

Pains’ enduring lessons…

Isolation hence.

Today an Abandonment Prayer

Abandoned here again I pray,

That one day I’ll disappear,

Go to a land far away,

Where I have nothing to fear.

Let me go today!

K. Aldaya, 11/04

44. The Sky

At times when I think nothing is right,

And I feel that I am losing this fight.

When people are really cruel and vile,

One can get to feel dreadfully futile.

That is when you need the wide sky,

A vision of happy to see with your eye.

Each sky is different than ever before,

Up where the clouds and birds ever soar.

Looking at sunbeams through the white clouds,

Wastes away all of your life’s sad shrouds.

In raising your attentions heaven-bound.

It gives you a chance to lose earth ground.

You no longer are a tormented soul,

But ‘God’ has you and you feel whole.

Just for a little while you are at peace,

Until you return back to the pit without cease.

K. Aldaya, 3/10/04

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://environmental-life-ministries.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/sun_sky_1.jpg

37. Far From the Firelight

She sat by the windowsill late one night; it was in full winter and the room lit by firelight.

The snow was falling gently to the ground, glistening magically with crisp moons’-light abound.

Not a sound could be heard but winds’ dance, against the glass she gazed through, in a trance.

The warmth cast from the fire she barely felt at all. It was the wintery night scene which to her heart did call.

The crackle of the firewood and flickering of the blaze were distant and foreign now amidst her window gaze.

She felt nothing but the emptiness of her soul, which made her wish for the fire that had once made her feel whole.

A slight movement of her hand allowed the winds to enter, cutting off the tiny bit of warmth the fire had sent her.

Now all was silent and motionless but the falling snow, so she climbed out into it, and the skies’ scattered glow.

She ran out to where the moons’-light hit the ground best. She felt not the snow nor the cold air from the west.

There she laid herself on the white earth, until he felt the warmth she knew to be priceless in worth.

There she dwells ever still in that place so right, where warmth was given to her soul far from the firelight.

K. Aldaya, 9/21/03

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eqYkvg-kuo/UHrEVXZRDOI/AAAAAAAAFXU/bYdZ5VuJRBM/s1600/Girl+at+Window.jpg

36. The Door

The door is open to another place,

Where you can run and veil your face.

You’re free to enter for your escape,

But it’s lined on the bottom with red tape.

Leave from here to go over there,

And the tape between worlds starts to wear.

Each time is harder to return from,

Making your glimpse of realities numb.

Run through the door to hide,

And enter an emptiness far and wide.

There’s the door if you wish to fare,

Sometimes there’s just too much to bear.

K. Aldaya, 9/21/03

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://pictures.4ever.eu/cartoons/digital-art/doors-in-the-field-154563