Things they never stay the same.
Change is conquering, devouring, each day.
Change with no apparent aim,
But for to say, “Life’s a sick game”.
Raping happy moments we find,
That pass away with kind precision.
Each and every heart to grind,
In a deathly collision,
To which we are resigned.
K. Aldaya, 1/9/05
Don’t come any closer,
I can’t stand your touch,
But I need to feel,
Need to have,
Need to feel it much.
Please stay where you are,
For your sake don’t touch,
But I need to feel,
Need to have,
Need to feel it much.
I beg of you stay far.
I’m not worth the touch,
But I need to feel ,
Need to have,
Need to feel it much.
I don’t understand,
Why you would care to touch?
But I need to feel,
Need to have,
Need to feel it much.
Leave here, run as far away,
As one can from a touch,
Though I need to feel,
Need to have,
Need to feel it much.
On fairy wings in my dreams,
Clouds hug: a kindly touch.
A touch I long to feel,
Long to have.
Long to feel so much.
As dreams are the way,
My only way,
To feel a kind warm touch.
K. Aldaya, 1/2/05
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Ah, reality bites deep into the flesh,
We creatures half-heartedly roam this world;
This world of flesh.
Repetitively tearing into each bone,
The fact of existing in idle suspense,
Nearing gravestone.
Each soul inside burns bright, scorching-crimson flames.
Suffering much with little meaning shown.
Living mind-games.
Here lakes of fire melt spirits to nothing.
You’re already in gruesome, damned hell.
To heaven sing!
Death is a choice of staying or going,
Passing a test of faith in conquering hell,
And heaven bestowing.
K. Aldaya, 12/18/04
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Oh science thinks it can discover all truth,
But, “What is truth?”, should they ask.
For they may have the way things seem to be;
All truth held in a little flask.
For as to find what one cannot see or touch,
Would be too difficult a task.
The question becomes, “What is real and true?”
Does the knowing of each sense,
Conclude for all how truth should be measured?
For even quarter more mind to dispense,
Would change every scientific truth we know;
If scientists didn’t state: “Nonsense!”.
K. Aldaya, 12/12/04
Seclusion.
Years in lone seclusion.
All alone.
Dark, empty intrusion.
Seclusion.
No one to hear the screams,
That echoed,
Off these old roof beams.
Seclusion.
Dwelling in this castle,
Of ancient.
No kind company’s hassle.
Seclusion.
What such a soul would give,
For a voice,
To make the silence live.
Seclusion.
O’ to be cared about.
One small glimpse,
To wipe away kinds’ doubt.
Seclusion.
Ghosts only fill these halls.
Their shadows,
Bolt across the walls.
Seclusion.
Haunted by these shadows,
From the deep,
That speak what ne’er shows.
Seclusion.
Desolate phantoms wail.
Vile, dead hopes.
Time does not avail.
Seclusion.
Out from tower seeing,
For cov’ring,
Grim forest unfreeing.
Seclusion.
Above I oversee,
The mis’ry,
Which is hanging over me.
Seclusion.
The sky is dark and cold,
Faded black,
As a nightmares’ enfold.
Seclusion.
In this place I cry,
“Find me here,
As I here ‘lone, must lie”.
Seclusion.
Eternally lost here,
In castle,
Which in the mind does sear.
Seclusion.
No one to hear each breath,
Keeping me,
From the near land of death.
Seclusion.
In the corner I hide,
Shaking as,
I so often have cried.
Seclusion.
Is where I e’er reside.
K. Aldaya, 12/09/04
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
