459. Keep on Moving

Keep on moving, moving, moving.

Fate is cruel,

And worth reproving.

Keep on trying, trying, trying.

Life’s unjust,

There’s no denying.

Keep on going, going, going.

The point:…

There’s no way of knowing.

Keep on fighting, fighting, fighting;

Be it by pen,

Then keep on writing.

K. Aldaya, 10/30/18

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446. Beyond Reach

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I wonder if ’twere better to be blind?

For we see beauty ne’er to be touched,

And human souls ne’er to be reached.

Why?….Oh why, is existence so unkind?

To grant us sight of what will not be.

To pull back what dangles before us;

As we reach with all of our might.

I wonder if ’twere better not to see,

That which is beyond our reach?

K. Aldaya, 6/22/18

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440. Presence

We reach out for purpose,

Cutting through time like a knife.

Surveying each step with elation,

As if God’s creating life.

Are we more than rotting thoughts,

And orbiting electrons in atoms?

If I stand still or take one more step,

Will it really change any outcomes?

I want to believe in more than this.

In more than my petty musings.

Yet, despite my wish for my words to remain,

I can’t cease their death by refusing.

If I write, or walk, or take a step,

Or if I choose to protest.

There will still be something there to lose,

Whether idle or over-obsessed.

So, I reach out for purpose,

Whether it cuts me in it’s course;

For despite my ruminations,

Presence is an unstoppable force.

K. Aldaya, 5/22/18

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439. Lost

I’m lost inside.

Won’t someone find me?

In the echoes of time,

I wander in effigy,

Of who I was long before,…

The hallways shifted;

And I was ne’er able to find,

One crack through which light sifted.

I’m here looking,

For some way to escape fate.

Is anyone searching? Has anyone noticed,…

That the hour has become late?

And I have not been there with you.

My eyes, they make no sound,

Yet if you’d have truly looked at me,

You’d have seen I’m not around.

For whispers resound through the tears and years:

“I am still not found”.

K. Aldaya, 5/2/18

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404. I. I Am More.

I. I am more then you can see.

I am good, and I am bad.

A universe resides in me.

I. I am more then a mere face,

To deem as vile or fair.

My soul’s contours one can not trace.

I. I am more then you can know.

I am death. I am life.

I walk where few would choose to go.

I. I am more then a body.

I’m angel and demon.

I’m the truth you refuse to see.

I. I am more then you believe.

I’m despair. I am hope.

Conjointly, I fail and achieve.

I. I’m more then reality.

I’m human. I’m spirit.

I am far deeper then the sea.

I. I am more then skin and bone.

I’m anguish, and I’m glee.

I am infinity alone…

In a human multiverse.

K. Aldaya, 7/9/17