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
What if in my honesty,
I am not believed?
If someone were to question my reality?
Can truth ever be received,
Without proof and the third-degree?
What if I misword my speech,
And what’s heard’s not meant?
Should I remain silent or cry, plead, and beseech…
The Gods, who will stay absent,
As my honor flies out of reach?
What if in my honesty,
I am not believed?
Am I the fool for truly speaking openly,
Of the plight of the bereaved?
With no corpse to see, and nod: acknowledgingly;
For in acceptance of the truth…
Men want proof…..They all want proof.
K. Aldaya, 1/18/19
If I used logic. I would still be called a fool;
For logic will not purge the minds of resolute belief.
You’ll always think me: “fool”.
If I used emotion to try and reach your heart,
You’d only dismiss it as ‘irrational sentiment’,
And spurn my bleeding heart.
If I told the truth. If I told you what I know.
You’d remind me that truth is unreliable when it,…
Occurred so long ago.
If I swore on my life, that I know and speak the truth.
You’d still deny my pleading words. No matter what I said,
You’d still require proof.
If I stepped off a cliff and waved to you goodbye,
Would you finally listen to what you refuse to hear?
To be heard, must we die?
If I apologized for my life and my soul,
Would you continue to blame me until the utter end,
And still forsake my soul?
If you don’t yet know this, then let me please explain.
Invalidation kills the soul and digs an early grave,
And there the stone reads bitterly:
“This life was naught but vain”.
K. Aldaya, 7/12/17
You interrupted my thoughts, now I can’t think anymore.
Your tongue has poisoned the silence again…malignantly confusing once more.
Why can’t I just be me? Let me be who I am and stop!
Stop trying to change who I am, for I can only be true to what lies within.
My mind, heart, and soul are intricately interwoven within.
As many have so said before, “Thou must be thyself in truth”.
The drops of blood which through these veins pour, are a flowing, living proof.
K. Aldaya, ’05
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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
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 