Ah, the luxury of not having to believe.
I wish I had such riches.
Some things are best not known.
Best not to scratch the thought that itches,
And pretend it isn’t there.
Ah, the luxury of not wanting to believe,
And live in ignorant bliss.
I wish I knew what it was like,
To shove truth away with a fraudulent kiss,
And not feel guilty at all.
K. Aldaya, 2/15/22
Picture: Original Source Unknown; https://weheartit.com/entry/19485891
I waited lifetimes for men to do what is right,
To seek truth, no matter how hard,
And light-up the ageless night,…
In search of each shard,
Of forgotten plight.
Yet, there’s no use in waiting for hope or justice,
When men seek what’s easy, not just,…
And sleep soundly at night, feckless,
As shadows are thrust,
In each orifice.
I waited lifetimes for no more than fantasy;
For when I look into the black,
It gazes back into me,
While those who won’t see,
Endlessly attack,…
And I grin, knowingly.
K. Aldaya, 11/17/21
Picture:
2. From Sucker Punch; https://www.fanpop.com/clubs/sucker-punch/images/26330438/title/babydoll-photo/4
They told him that he was insane,
When life had beaten him down,
And instead of offering love and support,
They gave him drugs in which to drown.
They told him to stay locked away,
“To protect the most innocent”;
While the suicidal were sacrificed,
Upon their altar of consent.
They told her the baby should die,
When she feared being a mother.
Instead of helping her be one,
They taught her how to smother.
They told her she was only worth,
The money she could earn.
There was no worth in “family” work.
A home was meant to burn.
They told her she could have it all,
When there is only so much time,
So instead of having everything.
Everything was out of time.
They told him he was guilty,
For the crimes of a skin color.
Instead of individual guilt,
All are guilty for another.
They told him he was racisms’ victim.
That everyone else held him back.
So instead of giving him a hand to stand,
They stood upon his back.
They say they care for nature,
While they destroy it all too well,
And conspire against human life,
Forgetting humans are of nature as well.
They told him he was toxic,
For simply being born a man.
Instead of accepting nature as it is,
They told him he’d be better as a tran.
They told her sex is a construct,
Of an oppressive system,
While oppressing her with testosterone,
Was part of their stratagem.
They told him to speak his mind,
That the country was still free.
Instead they censored and cancelled him,
‘Til he promised (on one knee) to never again disagree.
They do not care about you,
But there are those out there who care,
They just aren’t for big government,
For power does not care.
Power seeks more power,
Be it by fear, or by deceit.
If they wanted to build where you stand,
You’d end up in concrete.
They’ll tell you they are in the right,
When all they do is wrong.
If one says one thing and does another,
You can bet they’re leading you along….
Into the depths of hell.
K. Aldaya, 04/19/21
Picture 1: By: Murilo Gomes on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/EYdFerWxoQY
Picture 2: By: Tech Nick on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/5YuVGW2deMw
I am not human.
I am a machine.
You break me when you want to,
Then rebuild me again.
I’m merely an object to you.
I am not human.
I am a machine.
I’m programmed to laugh and smile,
When I do not want to;
Forced compliance through denial.
I am not human.
I am a machine.
That is why you exploit me,
Then reprogram a file,
To try and wipe the memory.
I am not human.
I am a machine.
Metal parts without a soul…
That’s what you think of me;
And that is why I have a hole,
Where a human heart should be.
K. Aldaya, 1/29/20
Picture: By msmichelebaker on makeagif; From Humans; https://makeagif.com/i/WfrIZa
No one cares if you live in darkness,
Because they get to live in the light;
And sometimes I’m bitter, and it hurts my eyes,
To be hidden in misunderstandings and lies.
And sometimes I wish I could find and steal,
A little light to know how they all must feel;
So when it shines in their eyes they will know,
I’ve escaped their ignorance and ego.
For a moment, I hope they get a glimpse of the pain,
Of groping through life with the label “insane”.
Squinting, erratic, and lost.
Tell me society: What is the cost?
Is it so hard to turn on a light?
To invite truth, and do what is right?
Instead, they all go ’bout their day,
And blame the blinded for not finding their way.
For no one cares if you live in darkness,
‘Cause they get to live in the light.
Maybe one day it will all get too bright…
For them to face themselves, and address,
The loss and suffering, so useless…
…so useless….so useless….
K. Aldaya, 12/19/19
Picture: By Javier Garcia on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/J3sivicMj8Y
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 