204. Content

The wind is blowing softly,

With the scent of the coming fall.

I yearn for it,

And hope for it,

As never I have before.

The anger I knew once,

A focused beam of strength;

And everyday, yes every day,

I pray my blessed-thanks.

“You’ll be okay”,

“You’ll be alright”,

Whispers in my ears;

From out the peace,

Which does not cease,

Between the earth and me.

You’re free.

You’re free!

And you can be,

All you choose to be!

For in the present,

Heaven-sent,

I’m content to be me.

K. Aldaya, 9/05/06

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203. The Vanished

Walking I once found a lair,

A lair so dank and bleak,

That every soul which did approach,

Vanished for none to seek.

No man or beast could e’er be found,

From out the door which stood.

Cloistered in a barren-world,

A world of thought and wood.

A world of selfishness and greed,

For perseverant were its’ beings,

In keeping out the door found where,

Life and death met like two streams.

Their eyes were closed as they walked,

So ignorance could still be bliss,

And as bodies floated by and by,

The bodies rose with a kiss,

Into the door to die.

K. Aldaya, 11/10/06

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202. A Wish

If in wishing I could have a wish,

A wish no more, no less,

Then all the wishes of the ages,

Be they for hindrance or progress.

Be they by serfs or lordly men,

If such a wish were granted me,

I’d wish…yes, I would wish,

For not more, and not less then,

Not less then a mirror reflection,

A wish,

Of who I am, and was, and be.

I wish….

I wish…to know me!

K. Aldaya, 9/17/06

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201. Blood’s Thicker Than Other Blood

With resolve we climb our mountains,

Eyes opened to the sky.

Never stopping once to question why.

Duties of the generations,

Doubly bought and bled for,

And believed as more then old shed-lore.

Straight incoherent loyalties,

To people, thoughts, sights, sounds,

Delusions of what in life compounds.

Human souls are not possessions,

Or their labors and skin.

Not by blood, or purse, or condition.

Untrustworthiness with others,

Is surely ‘nough to drive,

Rebellion and logic into the head to thrive.

Respect, kindness, and clemency,

Should be the character,

Deemed to be valued in portraiture;

And for the ages handed down,

As presentation of,

What the word “family” means: chosen love.

Love is not conditioned or set,

As some rigid mountain.

For love is lost when self-interest,

Is the only plan.

K. Aldaya, 9/25/06

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200. A New Day

The drawn-out night has met its’ end,

And the daylight burns its’ memory.

With every moment black descends,

Into shadows and fantasy.

The dawn is here,

The sun is near,

To basking all the earth and sea.

We walk along our lonely roads,

The roads set out for us.

As rays parade the rocks and stones,

The shadows fade from us.

We glance behind.

Hear: “No more rewind!”,

And turn to greet our destinies.

K. Aldaya, 6/20/06

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