Everyone tells you not to die,
And then they walk away.
Who should be blamed at the end,
When no one was willing to stay,…
Around.
Everyone tells you not to die,
Yet who’ll help you to live?
Who would stay around and try,
When there’s only so much life to live…
On Earth?
Everyone may say you should live,…
Though most will let you die.
K. Aldaya, 8/21/19
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I long to escape,
Yet I’ve nowhere to go.
My heart lies on the ground,
Covered over with snow.
I long to fly up…
Upon the winds, and free,
Instead at the window,
I dream of being me.
I long to return,
To the sun and the earth,
Where I feel warm and light,
And every breath has worth.
I long to escape,
Though I’ve nowhere to go;
Yet when winter is gone,
Do not find me and sow.
Please spread my dust out,
I have places to go.
K. Aldaya, 5/21/19
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They say that life,…it isn’t fair.
That the best of us die young;
And men who live until old age,
Still die with songs unsung.
Yet tears give life to the Earth,
And the dead find a place to lie.
You raped me, but it’s alright;
‘Cause I,… I watched you die.
It’s said that there is a plan,…
Some meaning to it all.
Yet I find it hard to sleep at night,
As people rise and fall.
Will anyone remember you?
Will they laugh or will they cry?
You raped me, and it’s not alright,
Yet I…, maybe I should feel glad,…
For I,…I watched you die.
Did the angels ever get to fly or is it just a tale,
Told by early men who died by both monster and sail?
I do not know much of it,
Though I fear it’s all comforting lie.
Those who hurt, rape, and kill,…
One day they too will die.
Is death the great equalizer?
In death is all made right?
Will the criminals and the victims,
Go together toward the light?
All men are born victims,
And even criminals cry;
And even though you hurt me,
I didn’t want you to die.
K. Aldaya, 3/24/19
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With good intentions we build,
Lives from dust and ash;
And cling to those walls we build,
As it all goes up in smoke.
For winds change in a flash…
And life is a sick joke.
Build walls high, and build them strong.
Shelter, live, and love with hope.
The storms of time follow along,
Waiting to blow it up in smoke.
There is no reason to curse or hope.
Life’s merely a sick joke.
We erect upon the graves of the lost,
With ashes of hope and remorse.
The ancients’ tears: aren’t they too high a cost,
For our hands to so heedlessly provoke?
As no matter what chart we may course.
Life’s ever a sick joke.
With good intentions we build,
Our lives from bones and breath;
And fight hard, as if the strong-willed,
Won’t burn in flames they stoke.
There is no rhyme to life or death.
It’s all just a sick joke.
K. Aldaya, 2/26/19
…And step by step all the birds in the sky,…
Fly by…fly by…
…And hour by hour the hands of the clock,…
Tic-tok…tic-tok…
…And day by day, time flies on and away,…
Away…away…
…And year by year there’s death, then birth,…
On Earth…on Earth…
…And why on why, thoughts built on and on,…
Then gone…then gone…
…And step by step all the birds in the sky…
Fly by……..
Fly by………….
K. Aldaya, 2/19/19
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