199. The Not Long, Long Lost, Longing Song

Longing….that it were an idle thing.

Forsaking love, and truth, and light.

It is not right, for that a plight,

Should delve into a silent desperate prayer.

Yes sing, oh sing!…

Decadently….that be not spent vilely.

Emphatic whispers, whispers, whispers,

Heired to blundered brain-bestirs;

Mixing, mis-fixing, and plainly nixing,

What should and shouldn’t be.

Overtly….that in sight one may see,

Privations of what could…could be.

“If only” contempts of contagion set free.

Longing….that it be not long, the cure,

For what cannot be.

K. Aldaya, 7/26/06

Picture: Performance in the Bolshoi Theatre from Alexander II Coronation Book of 1856; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Performance_in_the_Bolshoi_Theatre.JPG

198. Longing

Our little lives,

Our daily lives.

So lonely they….not far, not close,

Every day,

Ah, just a dose.

Little lives they,

Daily lives, they,

Separate from wants.

Not wrong, not right,

Just apart…

Ah, the loved-hearts’ plight!

Our little lives,

Our daily lives,

Away from our loves.

Not lost, not found,

For love’s hidden,

Where longing is found.

K. Aldaya, 5/25/06

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.divorcecollaborative.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/skeleton-waiting.jpg

197. Masters of Fate

Fate controls our destiny’s,

And destiny’s our truths,

But never will it e’er control,

The worth of men or dynasties!

Mind’s create our raging thoughts,

And thoughts our engagements,

And engagements our fates,

Of squandered ‘remembers’ and ‘forgots’.

Emotions control our wants,

And wants our emotions,

But fate thwarts everything,

And controls and taunts.

Control, controls our fate,

And fate our destiny’s,

And destiny’s our truths-in-head,

And the wants within the head,

To emotionally create fate.

Ah, why men say, “We choose our fate!”.

K. Aldaya, 05/08/06

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.topnews.in/health/music-brain-hemispheres-sheds-light-schizophrenia-215694

196. The Great Inundation

Days of light, and black of night,

The endlessly faded-years,

Arise in mind, the wish to find,

The ground unwashed with tears.

Shadows of night,

Flashes of light,

Drip in and out the eyes.

What can I say of where I’ll stay,

When rivers run and rise?

Wooden floors, and creaking doors.

I do not dare to linger more,

For waters-rose, sift through the toes,

And send shivers before.

I do not wish to make a splish,

And out of door make ‘scape.

I only ask, what is my task,

For drying times’ landscape?

I know this house has been a house,

Through myriad ages and storm-rains.

What is, just is, and what is…,

Has left me with these pains.

Give me a firm place to stand firm,

Within the flood-torn remnant thoughts,

Of the mind, which I still find,

O’er-run and soaked with fraughts.

K. Aldaya, 4/20/06

Picture: “Flooded Subway-Murder” by etwoo on Deviant Art; http://etwoo.deviantart.com/art/Flooded-subway-Murder-174655998

195. You Hold My Heart

You hold my hand and hold my heart,

When it fights and beats you back,

And though I feel your heart may lose,

I don’t want my heart back.

My heart is but a gray mirage,

Of one I should have known,

And can one e’er hope to possess,

Something they’ve never known?

Sometimes I feel you care too much,

This all will end wrong, so…

Why chance such a beautiful heart,

On one which may not grow?

Still, you hold my hand and hold my heart,

When it fights and beats you back,

And though I feel your heart could lose,

I don’t want my heart back!

K. Aldaya, 04/13/06

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsxqp2ZKCO1qzy3mjo1_500.jpg