Love helps us grow,
And reach the heights,
Of self-accomplishment…
And lends its sights,
On humanities betterment;
And future flights…
Of fancy.
New concepts…hopes,
Lift hearts and minds,
To the breadth of spacetime…
Reading the signs,
Of eternal reason and rhyme,
Which realigns…
Man…with God.
K. Aldaya, 3/6/23
Picture: By Casey Horner on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/JIdmuiF9luY
You never came for me,
So I came for myself.
I wandered for years in search of me,
I took on the quest begrudgingly,
Because no one else would.
On Earth, we merely cope,
And do our best, despite;
Yet, though it may seem a tired old trope,
I have learned that where there’s hope, there’s life,
And where there’s life, there’s hope.
K. Aldaya, 12/11/22
Picture: By Amira Shawky on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/cRHXr4RXhtw
Why are those with the least vision,
Always given control of humanities’ fate?
They, who strive to build division,
With a lying smile, and call themselves “Great”?
Have we yet to learn our lesson?
Must we keep on repeating the same old mistakes?
When will we join and take action?
And end this irrational loop?… For God sakes!
It’s time for a better future.
One built on the hopes, loves, and freedoms of all men.
A vision, clear, as to never again obscure,
The human rights inherent to all men.
A world with a vision for tomorrow,
Replete with expansion and new innovation,
Where, without and within, we thrive and grow,…
Not a perfect, but at least, a free, world-nation,
Which forsakes destruction, for creation.
K. Aldaya, 2/24/22
Picture 1: By Saketh Garuda on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/SHY-CKpYjrE
Picture 2: By Greg Rosenke on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/1TjORT2dLOw
Why do I want to live when life has no point?
Why do I want to live when all I do is disappoint?
Why do I want to live when death is the only goal?
Why do I want to live when I’m not even sure I have a soul?
Why do I want to live?
I will tell you why.
Because I exist and it’s all that I know.
Because I don’t want to lie…..
Silenced forever in a grave when I die.
Why do I want to live when I’ll die anyway someday?
Because I’m afraid and hope to be stronger one day;
So when death greets me I’ll smile and say,
“I’m ready to be on my way!”
K. Aldaya, 7/25/13
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 