Humans silence screams,
Yes, they refuse to hear.
They smother feelings with their hands,
And whisper, “No, not here!”.
Humans silence screams,
And leave voices estranged.
Severing all the connections,
‘Til the harm can’t be changed.
Humans silence screams,
And use without remorse.
They want the best without the worst,
And they get it by force.
Humans silence screams,
And exterminate choice.
For mutilated vocal cords,
Can not, then, bear a voice.
K. Aldaya, 10/19/22
Picture: From Vampire Diaries; https://tenor.com/view/choke-strangle-cant-breathe-gif-12216423
Look to the stars, Earth Children!
Look to the stars!
The moon is beckoning.
The universe is calling.
Do not feel confined ‘tween Venus and Mars.
Wander, live, and take wing!
Out there, in the vast expanse,…
Out,…beyond Earth,
Are adventures untold,…
Endless worlds undiscovered.
For what is life and humanity worth,
When left unaccomplished?
Unpolished by experience,
And tarnished by pride.
Stunted by triviality,
While subdued by technicality;
And our home, on the Earth,
Where we try and hide,
From our future potentiality.
Look to the stars, Earth Children!
Look to the stars!
Heaven’s gates are open.
The only question is when?
When will we expand and explore the stars?
And draw, with universe to pen,
The masterpiece entitled:
“The Transcendence of Men”.
K. Aldaya, 4/16/22
Picture: By Joshua Earle on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/cGwfkwHmt98
Give me a man who’s pure evil,
Over a good one anyday.
At least the cruel man is honest,
And you’ll know his intentions right away,
But a good man who does evil things,
How does one anticipate or react?
When you’re unsure if someone will do harm,
What is the best course or tact?
Give me a man who’s pure good,
Over an evil one anyday,
Because the good man is honest,
And you’ll know his intentions straight away;
But an evil man who does good things,
How is one supposed to feel about that?
The head spins unsure of what to think,
Or how best to view them or react.
Give me anything but a human,
Who rides on a tipping scale,
Of kind of good and kind of bad,
How can any of us prevail?…
In a world where everyone is in question,
And anything can be put on display.
Honesty is preferable to high moral ground,
And trust is just a game we play.
K. Aldaya, 1/19/21
Picture: Scarlett Johansson as Black Widow in Avengers; https://vocal.media/geeks/5-avengers-sure-to-die-by-the-time-marvel-s-phase-4-rolls-around
I long to write, though who will listen,
To the rantings of the insane?
The title merely grants invisibility;
And a face without a name,
In the coliseum of civility.
I wander through the crowds,
In the stands, where spectators watch,
As warriors and politicians,
Earn another scar or notch,
In the holding of their positions.
I stretch my hands out for scraps,
As they shoo me out of sight;
Though from here I see it all,
And know that none of this is right…
And soon all of us will fall.
Be it by starvation, wound, or pride.
We are all part of the show.
I may seem but a distraction,
Yet I’ve gone where others can not go;
And seen every angle of inaction.
For they play their parts quite well,
And the world moves to their plans.
I’ve seen every move and collapse,
As money changes hands,
And they fall in the same traps.
From the outside, I look in,
Year after year…Sin after sin.
I hold my voice, and hold my breath.
No one’s listening, so who can win?
We stand aside until death.
I look at you. Do you see me?
Are you looking? What do you see?
God’s play games, as day absconds.
Are you a God, or are you me?
Do you play games with human pawns?
For who can win an endless game?
And who can fight our mortal fate?
Though, in my eyes you’d find the sun,
So listen well, it’s getting late.
This entertainment is not fun!
And this game you can not win!
The only money, worth it, to spend,
Is found in the outstretched hand.
For the show continues long after curtain descends…
And only in the heart of another could you understand,…
All we have is each other in the end.
K. Aldaya, 10/7/20
Picture: By: Jorge Fernandez Salas on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/hvxJ2cnecd4
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 