138. Compassions’ Fool

Purged from the pains held inside,

Pain finds a victim, nonetheless.

Traversing the corridors tear-cried,

Tormenting pleas and lamentations,

Murdering a soul that’s died;

Many times been buried whole.

Tragedies in black and white,

Thrive in kind, unfortunate-fools,

Drenched in the mournful mists of night.

-The mis’ry fogging passioned-dreams.-

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For nothing is ever put right.

Compassions’ agony is sure,

Hovering in distorted airs.

Expressionisms tell their stories,

Tip-toeing up minds’ unconscious-stairs,

On said victims’ door to knock, knock.

The sound which invites, yet scares,

Open door brings forth new frights.

K. Aldaya, 5/11/05

Picture: “Some People Feel What Others Dream Of” by fantasyn on bestuff.com; http://bestuff.com/stuff/some-people-feel-what-others-dream-of

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137. Hearts of Hope

I rode by Hope Drive today,

On a day as any day,

Steady on the sought-for path,

Chasing fluid-dreams that below gray clouds hath.

What is it about this land,

Which makes us e’er strive o’er sand?

Shifted by the winds of chance,

On roads we flow on in a lively dance.

Little known about the course,

But for the sun and moons’ source.

Predictable dances danced,

To the flourishing of us: daily entranced.

Bearing caskets of regret,

And pains dug-up from times’ set.

Creaking-timber haunts foots stepped,

Upon aged-stone where progress is oft’ backswept.

Then a season comes to clear,

For a moment trusts seem near.

On a day like any other,

The tired road traveled passes another.

Desires to continue…,

Trust in humans found anew.

“Life is short”, we echo out,

As a brazen bell of funerals devout.

So we drive along our way,

Each and every bloody day,

Stepping on the cracks we’ve made,

On roads we ride on in daily masquerade.

Our footprints cut in the cracks,

Pouring crimson hurts from backs,

Over-burdened with remorse,

From the afflictions of predescended course.

Even with our scarlet feet,

Weeping from our journeys’ seat.

Eyes glisten with the sure sight,

Of a Hope Drive: reminding us of the light!

I rode by Hope Drive today,

On a day as any day,

Steady on lifes’ constant path,

Chasing the hope of dreams which each heart hath.

K. Aldaya, 5/7/05

136. The Buried Past

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How can I help you understand,

What I’ve seen and known?

If there’s something to comprehend,

It’s not to use that tone.

Exhuming secrets long o’er-grown,

Isn’t your work of hand.

Tell me how to explain in words,

The scen’ry shrouded,

With stinging o’er-powering senses;

Absorbing the clouded,

Days of what is sought in crowded,

Rooms, found afterwards.

Quick, be still.  Calm inquisitions.

Forcing forth sealed-core,

To recollect its’ provincial,

Ghost-shadows, broke and tore;

Which plague the confines to the pore;

In repetitions.

Please let the time forget itself,

Be ye still and know,

That although I may oft’ look lost,

Hope is found with cost low;

To all who seek to be thou so:

Dwellers for times’-self.

For time must seal itself a grave,

In everyone bound,

By the inhalant-smells of death,

Faulting ‘long cold, hard ground,

Spreading the stark resonant-sound,

Of the ancient knave.

For in each of us there lies,

What cannot be had.

To live, be, in this torrent-sea,

We must lose olden-bad,

And forget the set-stained sad of…,

Days lost to the skies.

K. Aldaya, 5/3/05

Picture:  “The Ecliptic” by Larry Landolfi; https://500px.com/photo/339318/the-ecliptic-by-larry-landolfi?from=user

135. The Fortunate End

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Oh my darling cry thee not,

When in the murky waters lie,

‘Mersed deep and sought…,

Smothered ‘neath the open-sky,

Over my corpse weep not.

Oh my darling mourn thee not,

For natures’ course has finally met,

The fortune of the long unwrought,

For many suns and moons have set,

With dirty-hands, which hard have fought!

K. Aldaya, 4/19/05

Picture:  A fashion photograph taken at Weeki Wachee Spring, by Toni Frissell, first published in Harper’s Bazaar (December 1947); http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weeki_Wachee_Springs#/media/File:Weeki_Wachee_spring_10079u.jpg

134. Consention

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You asked me to release my heart,

And let you tear it all apart.

You asked me to give everything,

And let you rape the eminent Spring.

I let you stare.

I let you care.

So I must have let you dare…,

To gather innocence for despair;

To mutilate the distinctions,

Between dream and nightmare.

You asked me to stretch forth my hands,

And let you bury ‘neath times’ sands.

You asked me to sing lullabies,

And let you mute the chanting cries.

I let you see.

I let you be.

So I must have let you free,

To alienate the alienee.

To misalign all truth and right,

Ever absorbed in the debris.

K. Aldaya, 4/17/05

Picture: by ecstasyart on Tumblr; http://ecstasyart.tumblr.com/post/117674003058/i-have-a-hand-you-have-another-put-them-together

133. Stalking the Soul

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Life’s a facade,

Crammed comprehensively with faces;

Vibrantly stroked charade,

Of nonsensical graces.

Dreams are clearer,

Fantastically textured residue,

Of the looking mirror;

And in the soul reigns most true.

Speak in mine ear,

Not of erratic, conclusioned-truth,

Rather of the fear,

That dreams must be lost in dead-youth.

Dreams lie transposed,

Sedulously entrancing my core,

Vulgarly exposed,

But reverently sought even more!

K. Aldaya, 4/16/05

Picture:  “Lost in the Crowd” by ShisSharon on Flickr; https://www.flickr.com/photos/28291679@N06/3954821896/

132. Accomplishment

Beginning.

Solitary and dry.

Cracked-bitterness shifts high,

Sailing in the warmest winds,

That ever flew beneath the sky;

Thirsting long and deep to cry…

“Is the ending nigh”?

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Ending.

Loved, content, and lush.

Filled. Encompassed hush,

Is heard among the cooling winds,

Which flew across the mush,

Cooling beginnings in a gush,

Of blood-flowing rush.

K. Aldaya, 4/4/05

Picture:  “On Top of the World” by Wusk on Deviant Art; http://wusk.deviantart.com/art/On-Top-of-the-World-58581979

131. Good Things to Come

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Birds are chirping fiercely,

A sign of good things to come,

For just ’cause you can’t see its’ worth,

Doesn’t conclude that it has none.

Shut your eyes and listen…,

Listen to their song of life.

Bury deep their soft melodies,

Which sooth passing-times’ lurking strife.

Let their voices lead you,

Each day, by day, by day long,

To hum a happy tune of hope:

That life can bring to ear sweet-song.

Good things are on their way,

Found by some but there for all,

Flowing from the breath of ‘God’s’ love,

Through birds, for mens’ hearts to enthrall.

—–In morn his passions’ call.

K. Aldaya, 3/17/05

Picture:  Artist Unknown; http://www.iwallscreen.com/stock/morning-birds-hd-wallpaper.jpg

130. Out of Range Change

Why hope in vain for things to change?

When all signs and sights contradict.

Hope, love, and happiness…,

All just out of range.

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Why hope for sleep in nightmares’ lair,

When fear is all that can be felt?

Can’t trust any truths seen,

For honor these days is rare.

So why hope in vain for a change?

When nothing ever has or will?

No trust can be found,

When all is out of range.

K. Aldaya, 3/10/05

Picture: Powder: Sean Patrick Flanery as Jeremy “Powder” Reed; http://www.moviefancentral.com/images/pictures/review41174/Powder__001.jpg?1364269808

129. La Luna Song

O’ la luna,

Dance me in your light.

Spin me through the blackened fields,

Grass-blades shimmering in your sight,

On this crisp October night.

O’ la luna,

Caress this soft eve-wind,

So it will lull with crawling flesh,

And whispering, “rescind, rescind”…,

Carry ‘way the soul un-skinned.

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O’ la luna,

Revive they song and sing,

Of gallantry, valor true,

And hearty so it doth ring,

Echoing through everything.

O’ la luna,

Your presence dragoons,

The spirit to endure and frolic to the seeping tunes,

Flowing down from beacon-moons.

O’ la luna,

Drip down into me.

Sift through cracks of rusted-bone;

Free the longing reverie:

Fiery reserves of glee.

O’ la luna,

For in your light and air,

Fairies flutter whimsically,

In the weightless air, so fair;

Free, vibrant, without a care!

O’ la luna,

Bail out the prisoned-dream.

Deep beyond the bones and flesh is…,

A subsisting thought to deem:

There’s more life than what may seem.

O’ la luna,

Locked and chained to the law,

The conditions of judges,

Belie my core with a flaw;

And leaves me ‘lone and in awe.

O’ la luna,

Unsuited by the skin.

A realization’s found…,

Dancing with a fairy-spin,

A contentment long hidden.

O’ la luna,

From out the bones it runs,

Set loose upon the midnight,

To be and live, and dance suns,

Into the dark-world of shuns.

O’ la luna,

My spirit runs to thee,

Declaring in a whisper,

“Dance me in your light…hold me”.

And spins in the crisp-nights’ air,

The unquenchable passion to be.

K. Aldaya, 3/7/05

Picture:  from wildretina.com; Artist Unknown; http://www.wildretina.com/nature/photo/full-moon-in-night-sky-over-water.jpg

128. Disconnected

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Fervent suspicions line contagious, deprecating slums;

Swelling with rubbled-craftsmanship which succumbs,

To the infiltrations of vermin scums.

O’ look to the eve stars for consolations unfounded,

For with destructions you’re wholly surrounded.

Behold Elysiums’ fresh ungrounded.

Make no cares of sound cries or lamentations with a boom.

Seek to establish a constructive, safe resume,

Completing this seemingly endless exhume.

Deep queries vex and disintegrate bricks of fortitude.

Why is it wrong Lord to have and want certitude?

Walls gone: struck down before constructions intrude.

A dilapidated domicile of firm dejection…

Stars speak of myriad stores of protection;

A clear and obvious disconnection.

K. Aldaya, 3/2/05

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.marketwallpapers.com/wallpapers/20/wallpaper-117915.jpg

127. A Life of Serenity

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Serenity be ye more than a thought?

In conflicted days,

To find peace that is sought?

A light airy haze,

Where sparkling joy is wrought?

Joy be ye more than a laugh or a smile?

In soft happy lines,

Stretching forth in long miles,

Passing memory signs?

Belief fills bloods’ vials.

Joy-serene ye can be more than these dreams.

Believe the journey,

Is more than what it seems.

Past holds no guide key,

To life-roads your soul deems.

K. Aldaya, 2/28/05

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://persolaise.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-chypre-when-its-at-home.html

126. Lost Innocence

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Then: a deathly shroud covered the sun.

When: vehement shadows harshly reigned,

Decisively ruling: rerun. rerun.

Repetitive witness in grays and blacks,

Of innocence dead, from go, to the cracks.

Through passionate summers of achieve,

Grew denser the stalkers’ expanse.

A hovering, creeping reprieve.

Tainting the airs of belief in rebirth,

Fogging the pathways to towns of life worth.

What hunters these lost phantoms be,

Slut-trophying…death in a breeze.

Distending the cracks with their new debris,

Constructed cracks of prophesied disgust;

Ends in cruel death…

Starts from a demons’ lust.

K. Aldaya, 2/27/05

Picture:  “Broken Doll” by spacedlaw on Deviant Art; http://spacedlaw.deviantart.com/art/Broken-doll-100896724

125. Flaming Lips

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Quickly,

Flames burn bright,

Burn. Scorch.

Continually ignite!

Those leering lips,

Of subtle damning contradictions,

Sear sickly.

Fast hide,

From loves’ bitter,

Mind-war.

Pretend love’s fitter,

Than those cruel fire-lakes,

Smoking with melted-cordialities,

And words lied.

K. Aldaya, 2/23/05

Picture: “Fire Lips” by MilaDarkAngel on Deviant Art; http://miladarkangel.deviantart.com/art/Fire-lips-94121200

124. Hello….Goodbye

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Complicated,

Complex spells,

Tangled in life-spring wells;

Intricately,

Confus’ed,

By sharp unexpected swells.

Ensnarled thick,

And raveled,

In inescapable cells.

Muddled daily.

Confounded,

By swift screams of fare-thee-wells.

K. Aldaya, 2/20/05

Picture:  Uploaded on rebloggy by live-with-cats; Photographer Unknown; http://rebloggy.com/post/love-photography-death-girl-cold-quotes-hipster-vintage-drowning-indie-hands-gru/82079351799

123. End of Dreams

Tranquility…

Drips of a dream.

Conjuring a restful stream.

In timid waters floating by,

Raindrops from a broken sky…

Do sentence it all as lie!

Serenity,

Can be thou true,

Though immersed in times awakening dew?

Twilight doth carry….floating by…..

Poisons of moments gone by.

Innocence lost.

Dreams drip…die…

K. Aldaya, 2/20/05

122. Secret Fancy

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Gaze for to see,

In quintessence of secrecy.

Deep in the depths fancy is free.

Opposites clash,

Fused in thirsty veins: black as ash,

Beautiful and loathsome there splash.

Fancies lie grand,

Conflagration: soon dealt in hand…

Revealed: a dense forest land.

Sometimes is green,

Sparkling with sureties pristine,

Glittering the heart with serene.

A peaceful unseen.

Other times trees,

Fraught with searing perplexities,

Hang o’er my hand,

Swaying grave pleas.

For comes the black sickness train,

Riding on its’ track.

Standing unsure on the tracks’ crack.

A loud clash screams,

Breaking of stiff, cold, iron-beams.

Scraps whisper silent languid dreams;

Of emerald which gleams!

Fancy is found,

With mystified colors around,

And luster of death now on ground.

Intertwined there,

In this secret-land I’m aware,

Of this lifes’ mischievous snare;

Moments ‘tween despair.

Glimpse a whimsy,

Shown just ‘yond the forest-dim…see?

Sweet-green: realities flimsy.

For the train comes,

Tarnishing green with black-steel scums,

Taking fancy to reals’ slums,

Through black forests’ numbs.

Stir me to find,

Mirages’ black death swift steam-lined,

By demon conductors’ spell-bind.

Dressed in hells’ fire.

Blistering. Consuming kind acquire.

From dreams grasping peaceful-admire.

For in the head,

Emerald forest-land fancies tread,

Mixed with black trees of days fled.

The train destroys and peace is bled.

I wake in my bed.

K. Aldaya, 2/9/05

Picture: “Infernal Train” from American McGee’s Alice: Madness Returns by Luis Melo: http://www.luismelo.net/?page_id=760;

121. Homeless Clouds

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Now clouds white as want in the aquatic skies,

May look carefree and zealous when making their byes,

But powdered up high,

Glissading on the air,

Always moving on their way…

Losing downward stare.

Can be hard to keep energetic tempers,

Which makes them so radiant: gives them endures.

Aimlessly tossed about,

Pushed to constant new unknown,

That will soon be a stop on,

Their wandering-road throne.

Devout of a home.

Familiarities…

Reassure their eminence,

In the vast sky-seas.

K. Aldaya, 2/8/05

Picture:  Photographer Unknown; http://dreamatico.com/cloud/6/

120. The Storm

Not all is lost,

In the flashing of light;

In the heavy charred and scarred…

Twirling…whirling, as fairies in twilight.

Calming: distrust.

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For not all is lost,

In the brazen cold rain,

Brutal sun-execution.

Darkn’ning…yet hark’ning…

A mighty pound gain.

Quiet: chaosed.

Not all is lost,

See? Can you see tragedy?

Bolts of swift tumult reign.

Hear? Can you hear?

Look A man on the sea!

Conceiving this tempest,

With power embossed.

To calm, when timely, the storm within thee!

K. Aldaya, 2/3/05

Picture:  “Lightning Storm At Beach Over The Atlantic Ocean” by Kim Seng: http://captainkimo.com/; http://imgarcade.com/1/lightning-ocean-storm/

119. Broken Bones

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Bones creak and moan,

Tenacious in tone,

Creak, crack,

Creak, crack,

Woebegone and weary from…

Brick-brack,

Brick-brack.

Pathetic cadaver,

Degrading semblance.

Creak, crack,

Creak, crack,

Enervated soul: halted,

Steps back,

Steps back,

Backdrop of death,

Unsure as sweet breath.

Creak, crack.

Creak, crack.

Foul-skin decays as visions…,

Back-track,

Back-track.

Slanderous scum rusts bone,

Sickening contrite blood.

Creak, crack.

Creak, crack,

Bones break with fervor, eyes close..

Lie back,

Lie back…

Creak. Crack!

Disconsolate…

Unaided: fall back…

K. Aldaya, 2/2/05

Picture:  “Portrait of an articulated skeleton on a bentwood chair”, Photographer possibly Arthur Phillips, 1895-1905; http://www.powerhousemuseum.com/collection/database/?irn=386897

118. The End is Here

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He knocked on my door,

To show that he is here.

Tall, dark, and frightful.

Morosely laughing,

Provoking sound fear.

Traducing the silence,

Bitter-shrieks of mis’ry,

Not out from within,

But stolen;

Ripped forth out from me.

Sharply he turns back,

Quick, flees out the doorway.

Came in just as he left,

“You can’t ever leave,

Right here you will stay!”

Day ‘vades his exit.

Window-rays torment well.

With uncertainty,

Time laughing,

As tolled: the End Bell!

K. Aldaya, 2/1/05

Picture:  “The Old Wooden Door” by Dan Tucker: http://www.photographybydantucker.com/; http://www.photographybydantucker.com/gallery2.php?ImgCatIDurl=1&ImageID=133&page=4

117. Past Clouds

The past o’er hovers,

In clouds of thick smoke.

Cov’ring the sun,

Of futures’ yoke,

Hope: held by gun!

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If wishes came true,

What man wouldn’t wish,

For azure skies,

Rays of hope to languish?

Dematerialize,

The sadness.

K. Aldaya, 1/28/05

Picture:  Artist Unknown; http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46dx_VyCBug/Te7mSLsggYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EzA_lKlvVTs/s1600/11.jpg

116. Snow Song

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Sing me the snow song,

The song of the snow;

Of glittering white powder,

That all fairies know,

Send smiles with each snowflake,

Ah, good for all mens sake.

So sing me the snow song,

The song of the snow;

Of fantastical snow-lands,

That all creatures know,

Are always here with us,

In ‘mag’nations aglow—

O’ let it snow!

K. Aldaya, 1/27/05

Picture:  Photographer Unknown; http://tribepk.com/20-beautiful-hd-wallpapers-of-snowfall/garden-view-beautiful-hd-wallpapers-of-snowfall

115. Eve Falls

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Eve falls with warm whispering winds,

Caressing. Soothing. Coal-swept skies.

Wooden tresses toss their strands,

Swaying. Soft’ning. Wind-sent sighs.

Invasive murmurs pierce the calm.

Leering. Heaving. Speaking loud.

Of the sun golden and grand.

Shining. Sparkling. True and proud.

Befall ye cares of lost sunlight,

Resonate. Beseech, swift end;

For thick, so on air, to suffocate.

Painted. Vibrant dreams can’t fend.

Eves of passionate beauties.

Praising. Lusting nature’s glories.

Are mocked by mans’ vain campaigns.

Toiling. Foiling ‘neath the trees,

(Crawling on their knees).

O’ ignorant voices sounding,

Screaming. Yelling pointlessness.

Carrying condemnated-past,

Into this eve of kind progress.

Leave day and night estranged.

Cracked, bent branches cry to ye.

Leave some hope for a new day,

Fresh, clear, each night to see,

Giving strength to comfort thee.

K. Aldaya, 1/25/05

Picture:  Artist Unknown; http://www.layoutsparks.com/1/10409/purple-is-cool-lovely-soothing-evening.html

114. The Faithful Dawn

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Rose pedals melt into the haze,

Brushed by the beads of light,

Whisp’ring to the wind a song,

Of the ceasing night.

Dancing on the velvet streaks,

The joyous, for their joy, express.

Dawn carries the new hope of life,

On clouds of faithfulness.

K. Aldaya, 1/11/05

Picture:  “Dawn” by Smattila on Deviant Art; http://smattila.deviantart.com/art/Dawn-33368748

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.

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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

Picture:  Uploaded by lelove on Photobucket; Photographer Unknown; http://s1147.photobucket.com/user/_lelove_/media/LOVEBLOGVIAWEHEARTITGIRLHUGBOY.jpg.html

111. Death is a Choice

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Ah, reality bites deep into the flesh,

We creatures half-heartedly roam this world;

This world of flesh.

Repetitively tearing into each bone,

The fact of existing in idle suspense,

Nearing gravestone.

Each soul inside burns bright, scorching-crimson flames.

Suffering much with little meaning shown.

Living mind-games.

Here lakes of fire melt spirits to nothing.

You’re already in gruesome, damned hell.

To heaven sing!

Death is a choice of staying or going,

Passing a test of faith in conquering hell,

And heaven bestowing.

K. Aldaya, 12/18/04

Picture:  Artist Unknown; http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AsO9CUEA4iY/UNtQu6qF0wI/AAAAAAAAAT0/HRrRCouTnE0/s1600/normal_Hell-On-Earth-1920×1200.jpg

110. Scientific Truth

Oh science thinks it can discover all truth,

But, “What is truth?”, should they ask.

For they may have the way things seem to be;

All truth held in a little flask.

For as to find what one cannot see or touch,

Would be too difficult a task.

The question becomes, “What is real and true?”

Does the knowing of each sense,

Conclude for all how truth should be measured?

For even quarter more mind to dispense,

Would change every scientific truth we know;

If scientists didn’t state:  “Nonsense!”.

K. Aldaya, 12/12/04

109. Seclusion

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Seclusion.

Years in lone seclusion.

All alone.

Dark, empty intrusion.

Seclusion.

No one to hear the screams,

That echoed,

Off these old roof beams.

Seclusion.

Dwelling in this castle,

Of ancient.

No kind company’s hassle.

Seclusion.

What such a soul would give,

For a voice,

To make the silence live.

Seclusion.

O’ to be cared about.

One small glimpse,

To wipe away kinds’ doubt.

Seclusion.

Ghosts only fill these halls.

Their shadows,

Bolt across the walls.

Seclusion.

Haunted by these shadows,

From the deep,

That speak what ne’er shows.

Seclusion.

Desolate phantoms wail.

Vile, dead hopes.

Time does not avail.

Seclusion.

Out from tower seeing,

For cov’ring,

Grim forest unfreeing.

Seclusion.

Above I oversee,

The mis’ry,

Which is hanging over me.

Seclusion.

The sky is dark and cold,

Faded black,

As a nightmares’ enfold.

Seclusion.

In this place I cry,

“Find me here,

As I here ‘lone, must lie”.

Seclusion.

Eternally lost here,

In castle,

Which in the mind does sear.

Seclusion.

No one to hear each breath,

Keeping me,

From the near land of death.

Seclusion.

In the corner I hide,

Shaking as,

I so often have cried.

Seclusion.

Is where I e’er reside.

K. Aldaya, 12/09/04

Picture: “Girl Interrupted Series IV” by LivingDeadGurlx on Deviant Art; http://www.deviantart.com/art/Girl-Interrupted-Series-lV-50416935

108. Golden Memories

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On a day many years ago,

In a town of old,

I walked the streets of gray,

To find myself some gold.

Not the gold that feeds the hand,

But a gold inside.

A moment that sparkles a kind,

Memory, for heart to hide.

Just one moment of a tree,

With brightly colored leaves.

In this autumn this old tree,

Kind remembrance ‘chieves.

It only takes a small deep glance,

At a common beauty,

To store away the memories of ,

All which the Earth finds duty.

Don’t forget to take a breath,

And see all there is to see.

For these lovely visions are,

What can make heart’s free.

K. Aldaya, 12/4/04

Picture:  “An Autumn Stroll-West Bennington Vermont” by Thomas Schoeller: http://thomas-schoeller.artistwebsites.com/; http://fineartamerica.com/featured/an-autumn-stroll-west-bennington-vermont-thomas-schoeller.html

107. Empty Paradise

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Frustrated with my lack of knowing,

And what should I then do?

It’s as if all wisdom is undoing,

An empty paradise ensuing.

Vexed with vexes long o’er due,

Void of gold solutions.

Blank fills the mind anew,

Abandoned thoughts take their cue.

K. Aldaya, 12/1/04

Picture:  Artist Unknown; http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8TlTVhsx2Ks/TgTlPzP3u1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/xFTtKSmPVEU/s1600/6a00d8341c692c53ef010536923b7d970b-800wi.jpg

106. Crimson Corridors

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Deep inside there is a need,

To the very soul, to feed.

In echoed voices in the head,

A calling that does heed,

A relentless urge to bleed.

Crimson halls and corridors,

Endless rows of clos’ed doors.

All lead to the same end.

Self-defeating little whores,

Bleeding out scarlet abhors.

Beyond each door there lies,

A flaming heart which cries,

For unmerciless repent.

Until the vile river dries,

And the corridors’ light dies.

K. Aldaya, 11/25/04

Picture: “Corridor to Hell” by William McLaughlin on Flickr; https://www.flickr.com/photos/billmclaugh/2965702055

105. Peace

Peace is here in this moment,

Awaiting dark-nights’ reprieve.

Caring not of the world of tomorrow,

For peace is here to receive.

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Fade not away, please stay.

This moment please stay forever!

For time passes.

I fear its’ loss.

Found not ‘gain whencesoever!

K. Aldaya, 11/16/04

Picture:  “Ocean, Stars, Sky, and You” by muddymelly on Deviant Art; http://muddymelly.deviantart.com/art/Ocean-Stars-Sky-and-You-261089363

104. The Present Light

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Clouds drifting. Sun shifting.

Light shines down, all around.

What a thrill in this chill,

To see morn, Earth adorn,

With new life, ‘mid old strife.

Smile and cheer.  New days here.

Forget past.  Future’s fast!

Beauty ’round.  Nature abound.

See it well, for I tell:

“Days as this aren’t to miss!”

Many will grow more nil.

With times’ pass, lose their mass.

As it knows, time fast goes!

Breathe it in, days’ begin.

For this day will pass away,

And cannot forever stay.

K. Aldaya, 11/16/04

Picture:  Photographer Unknown; http://images.naldzgraphics.net/2010/08/36-winter-sunrise-wallpaper.jpg

103. Silenced Dreams

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I often feel I should not speak,

Of dreams I oft’ have dreamt.

For bitter stories can they leak,

Stirring up much contempt,

And isn’t need irrelevant?

Though longing, long in silence,

For expressioned visions.

A contemplated final sense,

To reasons that dreams run,

With same old things, never done.

K. Aldaya, 11/14/04

Picture:  “Alone in the Dark”, Artist Unknown; http://dark.pozadia.org/wallpaper/Alone-in-the-Dark-1/

102. No One Knows

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No. No one.

No one knows my heart.

No. No one.

Sees even one part.

No. No one.

No one can see me.

No. No one.

Can make my soul free.

No. No one.

No one can change this.

No. No one.

Can stop all the sadness.

No. No one.

No one can know me.

No. No one.

Can in my soul see…,

No. No one.

K. Aldaya, 11/11/04

Picture:  Artist Unknown, (NECAOOSE??); http://cdn6.mixrmedia.com/wp-uploads/girlybubble/blog/2011/11/my-locked-heart.jpg

101. Strange Planet

On a strange planet I see,

There some creatures dwell.

A species unlike me,

As far as I can tell.

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I long to leave and be,

Where I do belong.

A land that I can see,

Has ears to hear my song.

K. Aldaya, 11/10/04

Picture:  “Earth’s Eye”, Artist Unknown; http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/eyes/images/7720454/title/earths-eye-photo

100. Winters’ Entrance

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Leaves in the autumn breeze float, flip, and turn.

Soon will come winters’ freeze,

Snow and cold earn.

End of these colored-days,

Blank branches show.

A leaf slowly fade-aways,

And soon there is snow!

K. Aldaya, 11/08/04

Picture:  “Snow Around Billericay” by Rhea Fowler; http://blog.dormify.com/style-notes/easy-winter-decorations/attachment/snow-around-billericay-676029

99. Christmas

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Snow is falling gently down,

On Decembers’ frosty ground.

The wind is still this night,

And white sparkling in moons’-light.

Inside a fireplace glows,

Warming up each entering nose.

Bright colored-lights are strung,

Wound ’round each and every rung.

A tree in the corner shines,

With ornaments covering the pines.

And a star in sky does appear,

Spreading a truth to all who hear.

That a child once was born,

Which the wise men did adorn,

Who would grow up to die,

For him, her, you, and I.

So on this blessed Christmas eve,

Give thanks for what you did receive,

A savior who is Christ the Lord,

A captain saving the overboard.

Unto his ship all sinners to save.

With his life, our sins he forgave.

Tonight let your hearts be glad,

For unto us a child was had.

Many, many years ago,

Born in a tiny stable low,

For God’s love, for us, to show.

K. Aldaya, 11/07/04

Picture: “Christmas Tree” by DreAminginDigITal on Deviant Art; http://dreamingindigital.deviantart.com/art/Christmas-Tree-26876101

98. A Redemptive Plea

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Please forgive me for my weakness.

I long to live for you in goodness,

But being born a freak like me,

I’m unfit to be linked to ye!

I long to be the best for you,

To show kindness in all I do.

I truly care and have a heart,

But guilt ever tears me apart.

Forgive me for being so bad,

And often sinking in pasts’ sad.

Forgive me. Please forgive me!

I love you. I’m sorry to be,

Such a horrible person….

A horrible nothing could worsen.

K. Aldaya, 11/07/04

Picture:  “Gothic Prayer” by Anne Stokes: http://www.annestokes.com/gothic/

97. Hold the Sorrowful People

Oh ‘God’ so many sad souls there are,

Bring them near despite their wish for far.

Oh ‘God’ up on high,

Hold all the sad and weary nigh.

Oh ‘God’, let them know your face,

Though burdened find eternal grace.

Oh ‘God’ show them heavens’ gates.

An infinite life where true happiness awaits!

K. Aldaya, 11/07/04

95. Too Late

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It’s too late. Far too late.

Why do some think they can change things past date?

It’s too late. Far too late.

Nothing can ever change the past: a closed gate.

It’s too late. Far too late.

Things will never go or change.

Past is fate!

It’s too late. Far too late.

Nothing will e’er be better,

So don’t wait.

It’s too late. Far too late.

Don’t think the pain will soon leave,

And be straight.

It’s too late. Far too late.

I know the truth about the past,

That all hate!

It’s too late. Far too late.

None want to believe there is…ever the weight!

K. Aldaya, 11/04/04

Picture:  Photographer Unknown; http://ih0.redbubble.net/image.6655570.0980/flat,550×550,075,f.jpg

94. Restful Sleep

O’ Land of dreams,

I look to thee,

For perceptibility.

O’ Land of dreams,

Help me to view,

A glad fantasy anew.

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O’ Land of dreams,

Let me there land,

On golden shore, bright and grand.

O’ Land of dreams,

Grant me true rest,

On a bed with fair-lace dressed.

O’ Land of dreams,

Bid me repose,

Within kindly dreams enclose.

K. Aldaya, 10/31/04

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://www.stijnbiemans.nl/danzarte-circusshow-zanzibar-jan-thiel-baai-curacao/

92. A Burning Vision

Sitting still, as still can be,

Knowing that I cannot see,

Anything behind of me.

Hear the creaking ever closer,

But there sit, and do not stir;

Wait for something to occur.

Close, so close , that I can feel,

Breath behind. Almost surreal.

Longing for a screams’ repeal!

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Silence but for the soft sound,

As evils’ heart does pound and pound,

In my ears the beats resound!

The terror comes o’er in whole,

A terror without console,

Begetting a tormented soul.

Hand quickly seizes my arm,

So sudden as to cause alarm,

Which foreshadows coming harm.

Frozen. Too scared to make a move,

This vision I must now remove,

For all things to improve.

With a spark of strength I turn,

To see what I cannot discern,

‘Bout this vision that does burn.

Black, cold, and bitter sights,

Fill my heart with dreadful frights,

And a blaze inside ignites.

K. Aldaya, 10/28/04

Picture: “Rabid” by Charles Bodi: http://www.charlesbodi.com/; http://ridemypony.com/index.php/2007/11/16/rabid/

91. Random Thoughts #2

Truth Unseen

Dreams call.

Nightmares shake.

To the living world I wake.

Wishing still,

For clarity,

‘Cause truth is still a rarity.

K. Aldaya, 10/28/04

Winning Despair

Tears alone,

From fears unknown.

Fake’s release,

Forsakes the peace.

Trepidation there.

Won:  vast despair.

K. Aldaya, 2/05

90. Mirror Reflection

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I look at the reflection,

A soul to soul projection.

Shadow of a place,

That hides beneath the face.

I stare in deep ferocity,

With heightened luminosity,

Into the eyes that see,

A door with lock and key.

Open with kind docility,

An unsure bearability,

Of what lies beyon’,

In visions long forgone.

A nightmares’ contribution,

Carries swift persecution,

To the soul that knows,

What this doth expose.

This reflections’ exploratory.

Unexplored interrogatory.

Never. Never. Never.

Will I continue this endeavor!

I know well the destitution,

Of past prostitution.

Trapped in mirror’s reflection,

A lost shadows’ inflection,

Only known by my detection.

K. Aldaya, 10/24/04

Picture: “Mirror Reflection by KimRaceQueen on Deviant Art; http://kimracequeen.deviantart.com/art/Mirror-Reflection-208504447

89. A Beautiful Truth Unlived

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So many beautiful things,

That we take for granted.

All existence brings,

A Godly truth unsaid.

So why can’t we enjoy?

Have to fight to survive?

And everyday destroy,

The goodness of ‘alive’?

K. Aldaya, 10/24/04

Picture: “Rainbows In The Sky” by epinephrine-eyes on Deviant Art; http://epinephrine-eyes.deviantart.com/art/Rainbows-In-The-Sky-51518990