533. Dust Storm

You look down on me,

In the dust,

Of the storms you’ve created,

And judge me for being dirty;

When consequences can not be abated,

By your guilt.

I brush myself off again,

In the eye,

Of your ignorance,

And wait for the dust to settle in,

On the odd chance,

You’ll look down upon yourself,…

And turn to dust.

K. Aldaya, 04/17/21

487. Unwanted

She doesn’t want us here.

She parts the leaves and walks on through,

I wish I could walk in the warm breeze too.

She doesn’t want us here.

She faces the sun to burn sight…

Repeating: She’s,”…glad to live in the light”.

She doesn’t want us here.

She pretends that ghosts are not real,

‘Cause she doesn’t want to see, hear, or feel…

Herself…

She doesn’t want her here.

K. Aldaya, 8/24/19

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