615. Improvidentdom

A scanning light washed over me,

And once it was over I could see,

A luminous map of the world,

With unexpected planning unfurled…

Upon my hands, which sank through the skin,

And I walked ‘way bitter as sin,

For I did not consent to this breach,

Of body…nor of the states reach.

I heard a voice speak distantly,

Which, suddenly, I could clearly see,

As if a station in my head,

Tuned into a TV show instead.

I could not turn it off or escape,

From the perpetual mind-rape.

I observed the inhumanity,

Of those I could not save indefinitely.

There is no immortality,

That’s worth living here eternally.

Machines are cold and lacking things,

Which can not grant to you hope, nor wings.

You can’t rely on metal and code,

To save your soul or change the mode,

Of transience, and hold souls ransom…

For time and space are not ad infinitum;

They have an end, as all things do.

All things have their time to move on through,

Souls in their day nourish the soil,

For the souls of tomorrow to cultivate and toil…

And grow.

K. Aldaya, 5/2/23

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577. A New World Endeavor (Not Order)

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

181. Doors Oft’ Lead to Nowhere

I pray this will not end the same,

As all things have before,

For I can’t take another fall…,

Close yet another door.

I’ve not the strength to walk again,

The endless empty corridor,

And op’ another unknown door,

Just to be left a whore.

A whore head-filled with ideal dreams,

Of given love received,

And given back with no expense,

Love there not deceived.

So ask me not to invest hence,

My heart unto your cause,

If you’re lost as to whether,

Concordance is without pause.

But still I pray this will not end,

A dream may be more yet!

That I may leave this doorway,

And prostitutions forget.

K. Aldaya, 10/25/05

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136. The Buried Past

How can I help you understand,

What I’ve seen and known?

If there’s something to comprehend,

It’s not to use that tone.

Exhuming secrets long o’er-grown,

Isn’t your work of hand.

Tell me how to explain in words,

The scen’ry shrouded,

With stinging o’er-powering senses;

Absorbing the clouded,

Days of what is sought in crowded,

Rooms, found afterwards.

Quick, be still. Calm inquisitions.

Forcing forth sealed-core,

To recollect its’ provincial,

Ghost-shadows, broke and tore;

Which plague the confines to the pore;

In repetitions.

Please let the time forget itself,

Be ye still and know,

That although I may oft’ look lost,

Hope is found with cost low;

To all who seek to be thou so:

Dwellers for times’-self.

For time must seal itself a grave,

In everyone bound,

By the inhalant-smells of death,

Faulting ‘long cold, hard ground,

Spreading the stark resonant-sound,

Of the ancient knave.

For in each of us there lies,

What cannot be had.

To live, be, in this torrent-sea,

We must lose olden-bad,

And forget the set-stained sad of…,

Days lost to the skies.

K. Aldaya, 5/3/05

Picture: “The Ecliptic” by Larry Landolfi; https://500px.com/photo/339318/the-ecliptic-by-larry-landolfi?from=user