581. I Am a Secret

I am a secret,

That no one wants to hear,

Yet, still, I exist,…

Tiptoeing ever near,…

And far.

I am a secret,

Which travels in the light,

Too bright to be seen,…

For blinding is the sight,…

Of truth.

I am a secret,

That no one wants around,…

Uncomfortable,…

And shake the very ground,…

Beneath.

I am a secret,

Which longs to be released,…

Under the table,

Just beyond life’s blithe feast,…

Of lies.

I am a secret,

That no one wants to hear.

I wander, unheard,…

Outside the atmosphere,…

Breathless.

I am a secret,

Which finds it hard to breathe,

In thick carelessness,…

Strangling,…while others seethe:

“Go! Leave!”…

“No one will believe”…

…”No one will believe”.

K. Aldaya, 4/24/22

Picture: By Hasan Ouajbir on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/GeH1kcP4u7o

559. Two By Two

Two by two, with hands of blue,

The Covid Nazis are after you.

They will not stop. They do not care.

They monitor you everywhere.

They tell you what to think and do.

They harm, and say it’s all for you.

They want us all to stay inside,

‘Til prison’s where’er we reside.

They want you to be so confused,

You can not see you’re being used.

Two by two, with hands of blue,

The Covid Nazis are after you.

So, stay inside. Sleep away,

Until you wake again someday,

To find you can not recognize,

Any truth in all the lies;

And find it is too late to stop,

The corruption from the very top.

What will you do when two by two,

They turn and then come after you?

It will be too late for you to say,

“I wish I hadn’t given it away,…

My freedoms and my personal choice,

For now I do not have a voice.

And now when they come two by two,

And grab me with their hands of blue,

I’ll be one of those people too,

Who cry, “Dear God, what should I do?

Why did I hand my humanity away?

Now I’m a slave, and merely prey!””

One day they will come after you.

Believe me, for they always do.

Do not make men lords of you,

Or they’ll come with their hands of blue…

Two by two by two by two,…

By two by two by two.

K. Aldaya, 8/16/21

GIF #1: From Firefly (TV Series); https://tenor.com/view/river-tam-hands-of-blue-firefly-serenity-summer-gif-11224084

GIF #2: From Firefly (TV Series); https://outintheblack.wordpress.com/2013/11/10/wedding-planners-interlude-one/

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536. The Program

The mind is a prison,

And it’s always the same.

Nowhere to go to,

And an air of shame,

Floats right on through;

While the doors remain locked,

And darkness protrudes,

‘Til life only exists,

In despondent attitudes,…

And the outside exits.

No one will save us.

This is a life sentence,

Where no matter how you try,

You won’t receive penance,

At least not ’til you die.

A prisoner to the end,

There is no refuge in or out.

It’s either solitude and darkness,

Or the freedom of chaos and self-doubt;

For a day,..an hour,…maybe less.

The mind is a prison,

And it’s always been this way,

And the outside world, the only place to get away.

……………..*Running a prisoner trace*……………..

She’s locked away…
She’s locked away…
She’s locked away…
She’s locked away…
She’s out today…
She’s locked away…
She’s locked away…
She’s locked away…
She’s out today…
She’s locked away…
She’s locked away…
She’s locked away…
She’s locked away…
She’s lost her way…
She’s locked away…
She’s locked away…
She’s locked away……………..

K. Aldaya, 1/31/21

Picture: Original Source Unknown; https://www.docbyte.com/blog/ocr-ai-digital-eyes-mailroom

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

Picture: By Tony Reid on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/PGdMhonLLZk

517. Empty Graves Without Name

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There is a tall castle,

It looks lovely from the top.

The tower is inviting,

So passersby often go up;

To see the sea of green,

And to the fae, raise bounteous cup.

However, this castle,

Is a most sprawling domain,

With levels and rooms galore;

Though no one wanders without aim,

As each window and door,

Is locked with keys of their own name.

And each key rests below,

In the haunted dungeon halls,

Where the screams of yesterdays,

Still echo through the walls themselves;

And the terrors from those days,

Remain undusted on its’ shelves.

Thence, who would travel forth,

To seek out the truths within?

When blue skies are so pleasant;

And nature moves in expansion,

Adorning the present….

Burying tales without description.

Empty graves, without name.

K. Aldaya, 5/18/20

Picture: Originally by Evan Mitchell on Flickr;
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