I often feel I should not speak,
Of dreams I oft’ have dreamt.
For bitter stories can they leak,
Stirring up much contempt,
And isn’t need irrelevant?
Though longing, long in silence,
For expressioned visions.
A contemplated final sense,
To reasons that dreams run,
With same old things, never done.
K. Aldaya, 11/14/04
Picture: “Alone in the Dark”, Artist Unknown; http://dark.pozadia.org/wallpaper/Alone-in-the-Dark-1/
No. No one.
No one knows my heart.
No. No one.
Sees even one part.
No. No one.
No one can see me.
No. No one.
Can make my soul free.
No. No one.
No one can change this.
No. No one.
Can stop all the sadness.
No. No one.
No one can know me.
No. No one.
Can in my soul see…,
No. No one.
K. Aldaya, 11/11/04
Picture: Artist Unknown, (NECAOOSE??); http://cdn6.mixrmedia.com/wp-uploads/girlybubble/blog/2011/11/my-locked-heart.jpg
It’s too late. Far too late.
Why do some think they can change things past date?
It’s too late. Far too late.
Nothing can ever change the past: a closed gate.
It’s too late. Far too late.
Things will never go or change.
Past is fate!
It’s too late. Far too late.
Nothing will e’er be better,
So don’t wait.
It’s too late. Far too late.
Don’t think the pain will soon leave,
And be straight.
It’s too late. Far too late.
I know the truth about the past,
That all hate!
It’s too late. Far too late.
None want to believe there is…ever the weight!
K. Aldaya, 11/04/04
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://ih0.redbubble.net/image.6655570.0980/flat,550×550,075,f.jpg
Sitting still, as still can be,
Knowing that I cannot see,
Anything behind of me.
Hear the creaking ever closer,
But there sit, and do not stir;
Wait for something to occur.
Close, so close , that I can feel,
Breath behind. Almost surreal.
Longing for a screams’ repeal!
Silence but for the soft sound,
As evils’ heart does pound and pound,
In my ears the beats resound!
The terror comes o’er in whole,
A terror without console,
Begetting a tormented soul.
Hand quickly seizes my arm,
So sudden as to cause alarm,
Which foreshadows coming harm.
Frozen. Too scared to make a move,
This vision I must now remove,
For all things to improve.
With a spark of strength I turn,
To see what I cannot discern,
‘Bout this vision that does burn.
Black, cold, and bitter sights,
Fill my heart with dreadful frights,
And a blaze inside ignites.
K. Aldaya, 10/28/04
Picture: “Rabid” by Charles Bodi: http://www.charlesbodi.com/; http://ridemypony.com/index.php/2007/11/16/rabid/
Truth Unseen
Dreams call.
Nightmares shake.
To the living world I wake.
Wishing still,
For clarity,
‘Cause truth is still a rarity.
K. Aldaya, 10/28/04
Winning Despair
Tears alone,
From fears unknown.
Fake’s release,
Forsakes the peace.
Trepidation there.
Won: vast despair.
K. Aldaya, 2/05
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
