404. I. I Am More.

I. I am more then you can see.

I am good, and I am bad.

A universe resides in me.

I. I am more then a mere face,

To deem as vile or fair.

My soul’s contours one can not trace.

I. I am more then you can know.

I am death. I am life.

I walk where few would choose to go.

I. I am more then a body.

I’m angel and demon.

I’m the truth you refuse to see.

I. I am more then you believe.

I’m despair. I am hope.

Conjointly, I fail and achieve.

I. I’m more then reality.

I’m human. I’m spirit.

I am far deeper then the sea.

I. I am more then skin and bone.

I’m anguish, and I’m glee.

I am infinity alone…

In a human multiverse.

K. Aldaya, 7/9/17

368. Alien

I know I’m not the only one who stares out at the stars,

And wishes their alien kin would come and take them off to Venus or Mars;

Or some unknown world beyond our scope of understanding,

Where their heart exhales and gravitates-in for a landing.

A planet so very far away in space and time,

Where long ago they were accepted and life was sublime.

A world where they were understood and didn’t feel like a freak;

Among their kind where they never needed words to speak.

Maybe the water is neon pink and the dirt a vibrant green,

And trees in every shade of light, glow and illume the scene.

No matter what the eyes see or how beautiful it may seem,

The world now only exists in their minds as they dream.

I know I’m not the only one who stares out into space,

And wonders why they don’t feel like they belong to the human race.

K. Aldaya, 9/19/16

Picture: By Anna Ristuccia on Flickr. https://www.flickr.com/photos/annaristuccia/4391530854/; http://weheartit.com/entry/group/534427

324. Tragedy Incarnate

I am the ghost of who I used to be,

Who is haunting this world now, for eternity.

I’ve lived a million lifetimes. I feel it in my bones;

The aching of sore fingers spent manuscripting tomes.

Stories of humanity… of tragedies and victories;

Of poverty and destruction. Wealth and vanities.

Will the story ever end? And what will be it’s ending?

I’m tired of thinking and repeating. My soul needs time for mending.

You and I, we are the story of the universe.

We’ve written it out, in our blood accursed.

Will time end and its’ confines of aching bone and skin.

Prisoners: most ignorant of the cage we continue to live in?

We all write on…another chapter for the universe to read;

So it can expand endlessly, while we (mere) mortals just bleed.

Bleed planets, and bleed the stars…Our souls are etched with the scars,

Of the universes’ beauty;

Written on each gravestone, and carved from fleshly duty.

K. Aldaya, 12/16/15

Picture: By Michael Lloyd ; http://www.lightstalking.com/the-shark-tank-and-what-you-missed-this-week-on-light-stalking/

317. Cosmic Sky Seas

I long to swim in the white mists of the sky.

Dive into those wispy waves.

Soak my body in the atmosphere.

Sink deep…and high.

I long to submerge into crystalline skies.

Feel the touch of transcendence.

Floating and descending within waves,

Of buoyant sighs.

I long to immerse in empyrean heights.

Lie on back and levitate,

Upon the skin of a universe;

And drown in the sights,

Of our cosmic sky seas.

K. Aldaya, 9/05/15

Picture: http://jinqiaojs.com/sun-clouds-03s/download-sun-clouds-31r

314. The Sorceress

They say she is a Goddess,

And that the Gods she hears,

Though if you were to ask her,

She’d say, “Listen with your ears”.

The Earth is full of Spirits,

And their voices echo.

If you’re still and silent,

You may learn to hear, and know;

That there is life around you,

In every flower and tree.

In every bird soaring the skies.

In every buzzing bee.

She prophesies true beauty,

In the songs she sings each day,

To the universes’ melody,

Which holds her in its’ sway.

They say she is a Sorceress,

Whose voice divines the fates,

Though if you were to ask her,

She’d say she,”Simply narrates”.

For the story is being told,

In all of creation,

And if you were to listen,

You’d see all things have relation.

They say she is an enchantress,

Whose incantations hex,

Though if you’d only listen,

You’d hear the Analects:

Of nature and existence,

Of beautiful complexities;

Revelations and connections,

Which sing upon the breeze.

K. Aldaya, 7/30/15

Picture: Photo for Anna Sui Collection for O’Neill; https://instagram.com/p/1bMmWgJTaP/