350. Murderer!

You asked me what I want from you,

I’m happy to oblige.

I simply want my soul which you…

Massacred!

You laugh, for you know you can’t bring,

Anything back from death;

Because once you murder something…

It is gone.

You know you can’t change what you’ve done,

And what you never did.

You walk headfirst into the sun…

Blindly on.

Why did you always walk on by,

While I bled under your feet?

You knew my soul was going to die…

And let it.

So, don’t ask me what I want.

You know it is no use.

My soul left long ago to haunt…

Your conscience.

I want my soul back! Give it back!!

I’m hollow bones and skin!

Why did you let me slowly die….

In your sin?

K. Aldaya, 4/25/16

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349. Where You Are

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If I climbed the tallest mountain,

Would I ever reach your heart?

Can I follow you to where you are,

Where we’ll never be apart?

If I traveled to the stars,

And found the universe;

Could I find space next to you,

And within your soul immerse?

If I found the answers,

To meaning and existence,

Would our destinies be one strand,

Of time’s web, rich and immense?

If I can’t climb that mountain,

Or search the twinkling heavens;

Or if I cannot give you,

The peace vast knowledge sends…

Will you remember that I existed,

If I can’t reach where you are?

Will you care that I had reached for you,

And traveled long and far?

Will you think of me sometimes?

K. Aldaya, 4/20/16

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348. Drowning on the Surface

How is it the more I speak,

The more I feel misunderstood?

What’s the point of speaking,

When it never does me any good?

Why do I even bother,

What can be said or done?

No one wants deep relationships,

And I’m tired of every shallow one.

I have no energy to waste,

On trivial conversations.

There’s no worth for me in social conventions.

I’d rather dwell on inner contemplations.

I wish I didn’t have to speak,

When there’s no point to anyway.

No one listens or understands,

Or cares to try as they may…

To know another soul,

And connect beyond the skin.

It hurts too much to try again,

Just to drown once more in the skin.

K. Aldaya, 4/14/16

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345. Beware!

There dwells a righteous anger,

In the heart of every poet.

Let no man make a wager,

That will lead him to his fall.

Deep souls are a danger!

Be careful, dare the words ye read,

Become thy epitaph,

Above an early grave which reads:

“Oh dear, ye fell too deep…

Thy former self concedes.”

Pray to God on bended knees,

That the depth and violence of the waves,

Will not drag ye down into the seas,

Or the melody of the siren’s song:

Enchant, and thy soul seize.

Make thy choice and sail on,

Or to the land lay claim.

We all must choose to journey on.

Explore or stay the path.

Live life before it’s gone.

Ah, the poet will ever sail,

On a sea of righteous anger;

Searching for another tale,

Of the ocean’s phantom depths,

And lost souls at sea which wail…

To be heard and live again,

And the waters open wide,

Revealing the restless pen,

Which writes upon the weary bones,

Of the Ancient Mariner’s men.

Beware the depths, young sailor!

Many have sailed these seas,

Only to find themselves on the shore,

Of their own mortality…

Enraged forevermore!

For there dwells a righteous anger,

In the heart of every poet.

Let no man make a wager,

That will lead him to his fall.

Deep souls are a danger!

K. Aldaya, 4/6/16

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344. Random Thought #16

The graveyards remind me how far up I’ve come.

The headstones behind me: what years have become.

I still feel at home though can live beyond it.

My old catacomb now ‘lone…remains moonlit.

I hear the depths echo endless implores to return,

But not yet…not yet.

I’m here for you. I won’t leave you now.

I’ve avowed to be with you. My soul to endow,

To loving and staying…living on somehow.

I waited many a night next to the crypt,

That shadowed the light from dawns’ cup a-tipped.

Pouring jagged rays: sharp to cut through,

I turned back a-ways to solus I was used to;

And now I hear the depths echo endless implores to return,

But not yet…not yet.

K. Aldaya, ’05

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