112. Untouched Feeling

Don’t come any closer,

I can’t stand your touch,

But I need to feel,

Need to have,

Need to feel it much.

Please stay where you are,

For your sake don’t touch,

But I need to feel,

Need to have,

Need to feel it much.

I beg of you stay far.

I’m not worth the touch,

But I need to feel ,

Need to have,

Need to feel it much.

I don’t understand,

Why you would care to touch?

But I need to feel,

Need to have,

Need to feel it much.

Leave here, run as far away,

As one can from a touch,

Though I need to feel,

Need to have,

Need to feel it much.

On fairy wings in my dreams,

Clouds hug: a kindly touch.

A touch I long to feel,

Long to have.

Long to feel so much.

As dreams are the way,

My only way,

To feel a kind warm touch.

K. Aldaya, 1/2/05

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54. The Cliff

I stand at the edge,

Trying to stand firm.

Stand at this ledge,

To live out this term.

I feel my feet,

Half off this cliff.

The darkness I’ll meet,

If I loosen this stiff.

Sky black as coal.

Hear all the shadows,

Behind me in whole,

Sending cold-blows.

They poke and prod me,

At all the hours.

They won’t let me be,

With their mean powers.

They’ve forced me over,

With hands I hang.

The shadows, they were, laughing; the whole gang.

Taunting at my struggle,

With sweat on brow.

Between hands I juggle,

To keep hold…, but how?

Their cold, cruel ways,

Pushed me o’er.

On my heart it weighs,

Their ruthlessness galore.

Why can’t they see that I’m slipping?

They care not of me,

And that I’ve no gripping.

I’ve got to be tough,

Never let them know.

That I’ve not enough,

To resist their flow.

K. Aldaya, 3/20/04

Picture: from Dark Shadows; http://www.awn.com/vfxworld/mpc-takes-bite-out-dark-shadows

32. Love?

Love?

Sometimes I feel I know what it is, but really I have no clue what it ’tis.

Only through dreams of fancy and thought, can we see how true love is sought.

Reality leaves little space for such, though love is needed in it so much.

With practicality and toughness people shrink their hearts to less and less.

They think only of their plights and selves, while there are many trapped in frozen cells.

Trapped in a cold and bitter world, where love is something kept up furled.

Love? It won’t be found until people see how horrible and cold they can be.

Too caught up in their daily routines to ever know what love truly means.

K. Aldaya, 10/17/03

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://lakeshagadson.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/one-lonely-person-in-crowd.jpg