If you start by believing that something can’t happen,
Then everything becomes a lie.
If you start by believing certain thoughts can’t exist,
Then everyone becomes a liar.
If you start by believing in one perception,…
Well, it’s said there’s no liar like self-deception;
So, why’s everyone else in the fire?
K. Aldaya, 2/18/19
No matter what I do. Nothing ever changes.
The world changes around me,
While I while away the hours;
And my life becomes a memory,
Of some graveyard in the country.
No matter what choices I make. I am here.
I cannot change how I feel.
What experience has taught me.
My version of what is real…
If real means anything at all.
No matter what I try to change. It is.
I cannot save anyone.
We all live, die, and are forgotten.
Does fate exist and pull everyone…
Into that field of gravestones connecting reality?
K. Aldaya, 9/24/16
Picture: Cabot Village Cemetery, Vermont; http://www.cabothistory.com/cabot-s-seven-cemeteries
Eyes see, they don’t perceive.
Your eyes cry, but you won’t hear.
Eyes are blind to conclusions;
As the head will refuse to peer,
Where its’ truths lead to confusions…
And spill out bloody tears,
From acknowledgments’ contusions.
Eyes see, they don’t conceive.
Your eyes cry, but you ignore,
Observations which conflict,
With who (you feel) you are at your core;
And question what you constrict,
To the foot of reality’s door.
Your ‘facts’ they are too strict.
Knock-knock. Will you open the door?
K. Aldaya, 7/11/15
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://favim.com/image/1861935/
No matter how far we reach,
Our spirits remain distant.
We long to meet…reach…and reach…
Yet our skin is resistant.
Our skin and bones detain us;
Hold us under lock and key.
On and on our sentence drones.
In death will we be set free?
Or is this a death sentence?
Life in prison. No parole;
Without recourse or defense,
Then shot dead through the keyhole?
Someday if our deaths’ pardon.
If souls traverse the cosmos.
Will we finally meet someone,
Discern and draw in so close,
That two souls may become one?
K. Aldaya, 4/7/15
Picture: By kelsey-makes-you-smile.xanga.com; http://favim.com/image/54089/
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
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 