The past o’er hovers,
In clouds of thick smoke.
Cov’ring the sun,
Of futures’ yoke,
Hope: held by gun!
If wishes came true,
What man wouldn’t wish,
For azure skies,
Rays of hope to languish?
Dematerialize,
The sadness.
K. Aldaya, 1/28/05
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46dx_VyCBug/Te7mSLsggYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EzA_lKlvVTs/s1600/11.jpg
I knew the minute I walked in the door,
That nothing was as it had been before.
Though every piece was still in place,
From hall to dining room, in all its’ grace.
The setting sun through stained-glass gleamed.
No lights on, and how alive it seemed!
If only for a moment it will last,
Then store it away in memories vast.
For with the ending of this day,
All life from here shall fade away.
Take a seat amid vibrant light-streams,
In darkening den, to your dreams.
Sit in the moments ceasing glow,
And contemplate times’ vivid flow.
Wasn’t it just recently the dawn of this day?
Now it’s near gone!
Remember this mornings’ bright sun?
You were here and this misery was none.
Remember when your voice echoed here,
Through the walls…rang so clear.
Remember the last words you said.
“Bye, Love you”, pounds in my head,
As you walked out this homes’ door never to return here evermore.
The sun has set.
All light has left.
In dark I lie loathsomely bereft.
And Yes, I knew the minute I walked in the door,
That your light is fading to some far-off shore,
And darkness will fill its’ place forevermore.
K. Aldaya, 6/27/04 (a.k.a. K. Batza)
Picture: “Beit El Deen Palace: Stained Glass Room” by beirutmabitmoot; https://beirutmabitmoot.wordpress.com/2011/10/19/526/
Back and forth. Back and forth.
The winds hit the trees;
Winds from the North,
More than a breeze.
Tiny clouds. Tiny clouds.
Are all that is there.
Tiny sky shrouds,
Winded near bare.
Blue skies. Blue skies.
Allow for sun’s warm to glorify,
The planets’ form.
Today now. Today now.
This place seems happy,
‘Gods’ great endow,
To you and to me.
A moment. A moment.
Is all it can bring.
All sin descends,
My heart can’t sing.
Reality. Reality.
Returns here once more.
New gravity.
I hit the floor.
K. Aldaya, 3/22/04
Picture: “Zero Gravity Series” by Nikolay Tikhomirov; http://www.123inspiration.com/zero-gravity-surreal-photos-of-women-floating-by-nikolay-tikhomirov/
Amid darkness the large oak trees,
Reach out to me in the breeze.
The darkness hovers over my head.
The black clouds continually stomp and tread.
No stars can be seen, nor moon.
I only hope that day come soon.
Lost in black I feel them near,
And hear their screaming in my ear.
The voices that linger in great sadness,
And eternally dwell in darks’ abyss.
I can feel their full heart pain,
And the madness in their brain.
My head is pounding and pounding,
With all the pain resounding.
The dark swallows my last daylight,
And I am lost into the night.
K. Aldaya, 3/23/04
Picture: Abyss by Ishutani on Deviant Art: http://ishutani.deviantart.com; http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2013/089/8/6/abyss_by_ishutani-d5ztss6.jpg
Hello little girl I once was,
Are you doing what a little girl does?
You aren’t like all those others,
You are a girl that hides under-covers.
Other little girls don’t do that,
Sneaking and tip-toeing ’round like a cat.
When the night-moon’s up on high,
You don’t sleep but lie and cry.
Little girls aren’t this bad,
They don’t keep their parents mad.
Little girl why is it, that you so often get a hit?
Why are you so often loud?
You know talking’s not allowed.
You can now hide in here,
In the closet hide from fear.
Little girl come out! Come out!
Can’t you hear your daddy shout.
You must leave your cave now,
And greet the thrash of bad’s endow.
Little girl I hate you so,
Why can’t you disappear and go?
You shouldn’t even breathe their air,
You don’t deserve one single hair.
Why are you so disgusting?
You’re such an awfully messed-up thing.
Little girl go hide again.
Stay there ’til I tell you when.
Close your secrets in with you,
Shut them ever in there too.
Little girl your secrets, they,
Must stay forever locked away.
Little girl you need not show,
How you’re badder than they know.
You, yourself, brought this on,
So you deserve what’s foregone.
Hello little girl I know well,
Keep your soul locked. Never tell!
K. Aldaya, 3/08/04
Picture 1: Photographer Unknown; http://erebusteam.net/attachment.php?attachmentid=1240&d=1368782526
Picture 2: Photographer Unknown; http://www.soc.ucsb.edu/sexinfo/sites/default/files/child.jpg
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
