59. Tree-Pinned

Worries. Worries. Worries.

Are plenty in this world of ours.

Everyone’s in hurries.

To catch their skies’ bright stars.

Wishing. Wishing. Wishing.

For acknowledgement of their life.

Always in the dishing of unnecessary strife.

In death. In death. In death.

Will your successes count at all?

To others your life would be deaf,

Of the drive: societies’ call.

Living. Living. Living.

Should be like a leaf in the wind.

Giving. Giving. Giving.

Oneself freedom from life tree-pinned.

Never. Never. Never.

Drift by all this journey affords.

Why do you so sever the blissful happy you move towards?

K. Aldaya, 6/21/04

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

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