585. That Which No One Seeks

That, which no one seeks,

Will never be found.

Who will seek for life,

With death all around?

For who will search for answers,

When ignorance is bliss?

Who will want the answers,

When death seals with a kiss?

That, which no one seeks,

Will never be found.

Who will claim the stars,

When they’re on the ground?

Who will ask the questions,

Which no one dares to ask?

And who will look for answers,

Beyond their human mask?

That, which no one seeks,

Will never be found.

Who will seek for light,

With gloom all around?

For life fades so quickly,

And time is not our friend.

It’s said: “Live…Thinking is sickly!”,…

“You don’t matter when you end”.

That which no one seeks,

Will never be found.

Too late,…the soul you seek,…

Is eternally unbound,…

…..Too late,….they can’t be found….

K. Aldaya, 6/20/22

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500. The Useless

No one cares if you live in darkness,

Because they get to live in the light;

And sometimes I’m bitter, and it hurts my eyes,

To be hidden in misunderstandings and lies.

And sometimes I wish I could find and steal,

A little light to know how they all must feel;

So when it shines in their eyes they will know,

I’ve escaped their ignorance and ego.

For a moment, I hope they get a glimpse of the pain,

Of groping through life with the label “insane”.

Squinting, erratic, and lost.

Tell me society: What is the cost?

Is it so hard to turn on a light?

To invite truth, and do what is right?

Instead, they all go ’bout their day,

And blame the blinded for not finding their way.

For no one cares if you live in darkness,

‘Cause they get to live in the light.

Maybe one day it will all get too bright…

For them to face themselves, and address,

The loss and suffering, so useless…

…so useless….so useless….

K. Aldaya, 12/19/19

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315. The Bed

The bed is made of lies and fire,

Though it does not burn to ash,

And upon it lies lustful desire,

And lost souls under lash.

Bodies burn engulfed in flame,

Forever stoking the blaze.

The babies, crawling, are the blame;

Igniting with their gaze.

The fire sparks from inside,

Childhood’s glowing domicile,

Of doors which lead to hell and abide,

In the darkness of denial.

The flames cannot be quenched with tears.

The fire once set, burns on.

For those in hell are the mutineers,

Who refuse to lie –and yawn,

And sleep in ignorance.

K. Aldaya, 8/3/15

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303. Random Thought #9

What should be done about this?

This life of endless woe?

What should be done about lost souls…

Which still live?…I want to know!

Would you expect a broken tool,

To repair anything?

Then why expect a broken soul,

To do that very thing?

Yell at them all that you like.

Tell them they’re pathetic and lazy.

It doesn’t change the fact of the matter:

That they’re punished for being made crazy.

Their minds are full of rusted tools,

Which shatter and fall apart.

They haven’t the tools in there, you see,

To repair a shattered heart.

K. Aldaya, 5/7/15

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://desktopia.net/art/lost-soul-desktop-wallpaper/