Don’t forget to love,
And don’t forget to feel;
For life moves on forever,
Yet only love is real.
Don’t forget the faces,
And don’t forget that hope,
Lingers in the air,
Beyond each life’s scope.
Don’t forget to touch,
And don’t forget to see,
That the only thing of consequence,
Is the heart’s melody.
K. Aldaya, 10/26/17
Picture: http://www.iwallpaper.org/romantic-couple-wallpapers-290
Under a cold and somber spell,
We stand two worlds apart;
Yet though the world’s taken my life,
It will never take my heart!
The heart which loved and cared for you.
A heart which felt love’s sting;
Which beat the bitter tides of fate…
Back, for awhile to sing.
We can not go back now,
For life ever moves on;
And we must move on with it.
Cling tightly. Hold on…
To hope and future happiness.
In times of change, to feel,
No matter how hurt we are:
Even broken hearts may heal…
Knowing that love goes on.
—-We take it with us.
K. Aldaya, 8/10/17
I cannot sleep. I can’t escape,
The prison of my heart.
The warden holds his keys to me,
Yet I can’t run from my heart,
No matter how much it torments me.
I cannot rest. I dream of you.
My soul’s afflicted by your voice.
Your presence punishes my flesh.
Ah, the warden knows there is no choice…
All men are prisoners of the flesh.
I cannot leave. I can’t escape,
These walls of blood and flesh.
The world is built upon our cells,
Of passion and distress.
For there are no heavens or hells…
Only us.
K. Aldaya, 9/1/16
Picture: from Vampire Diaries; http://www.melty.es/the-originals/photos/
My heart, it is a nomad who wanders to and fro;
Forever seeking that unnamed place where it longs to go.
My heart, it is a traveler of days and endless hours,
Searching for the budding rose among times’ wilting flowers.
My heart, it is a gypsy dancing beneath the moon;
Dreaming of new heavens found to the beating of its’ tune.
My heart, it is a woodland elf who sings out to the trees,
Of its’ aching urge to float out as a leaf upon the breeze.
K. Aldaya, 7/9/15
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://weddbook.com/media/2067856/bohemian-decorations-lace-on-trees-lovely-lace-wedding-pinterest
The War rages on hidden from view,
As the casualties mount,
Too many to count;
The cost of living no one foreknew.
One side: The Rational Army.
The other: The Ardent Brigade,…
Which plans out each raid,
To get to the heart of it you see.
Every squadron is resolute,
In fighting for their cause,
And without pause,
They’d kill or die to win the dispute.
The Rational Army’s clever;
Yet it is blind to hope,
And it cannot cope,
With the weight of every endeavor.
The Ardent Brigade’s positive,
The the War will soon end,
So they will defend,
Farfetched hopes and pipe-dreams while they live.
The War rages on between two sides.
Neither side will e’er yield.
They feel they must wield,
The right to make choices for both sides.
They don’t understand each other,
They surely never will.
The War’s a standstill.
One rules for a time, then the other.
Each soldier bravely plays their part.
The differences so vast,
Make it sure to last:
The War between the head and the heart.
K. Aldaya, 4/14/15
Picture: “Battlefield” by 88grzes on Deviant Art; http://88grzes.deviantart.com/art/Battlefield-428275372
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