I tried to find you,
But you don’t want to be found.
I wanted to love you,
But you don’t know what love is.
I want to forgive,
But you will never let me.
I wish you could just give…
A reason for rejection.
I tried to find you,
But you don’t want to be found;
So tonight, I hugged you,
In my dreams, there, you were found,…
And you still hated it.
K. Aldaya, 5/1/14
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I’ve heard rhyme is obsolete,
And that it is a bore.
Poems in rhyme are tedious;
And furthermore they fuss,
“The quality: poor”.
Those pretentious elitists.
I don’t care what they say.
Rhyming is just what I do;
And I will continue to,
Write them out this way.
I will continue to write,
Though they will not publish.
They can say it’s pathetic.
Yes, in the head I’m thick.
Do as you so wish.
Why is the rhyme more important,
Than what my poems express?
The depth of what I’m saying?
Hear what I’m conveying;
Perceive and possess!
Rhyme is not some silly skill;
It is a song to me.
I hear it inside beating….beating….
Like my life-force greeting….through words…singing,
And I’m free!
K.Aldaya, 4/6/14
Picture: “Dancer in the Dark III” by Rijama on Deviant Art; http://rijama.deviantart.com/art/dancer-in-the-dark-III-88379195
I waited, yet you did not come.
I wondered why, when it was done.
‘Twas too late for regrets.
‘Twas too late for the sun,
To shine and luminate darks’ frets.
I waited, yet you did not come.
I wonder why, now that it’s done.
Where were you when I cried…for comfort,
And from the one…,
From the one I love and hold?
O’ where were you, my love, my love,
When I died?
K. Aldaya, 01/23/07
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I deeply hate you for your lies,
You told me that you cared for me,
But as I know well, love dies;
If there was ever such a thing,
Beyond the ageless cries.
How can you laugh and enjoy,
The pained days given forth.
Like a vile soul envoy,
That kills the hope of more.
No I’m not some f***ing toy!
Though thrown out as a whore.
What did I do to deserve,
Being a pawn you play,
To win a better hand serve,
By use of a body:
Simply a first observe,
By one, cold and haughty.
K. Aldaya, 11/21/05
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I’ve heard of this thing called love.
I like to believe I know how it feels,
Though know of no such love,
Carried deep and pained for me,
Though I’ve been burdened long for thee.
Hast thou seen no thing called love,
Within thy heart for me?
Yes, thou has seen no such love,
Deep in me…just loveless pains,
For without love my heart vast wanes.
What tortured passion is this love,
To show forth what it be,
And then again this thing called love,
Disappears and is not felt,
Abandoning the hopeful heart in which it dwelt.
I’ve heard of this thing called love,
I like to think I know of it well,
Though know of no such love,
Carried for me, ever by thee,
Though I’ve been burdened long in hope’s of some love from thee.
K. Aldaya, 6/28/05
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
