345. Beware!

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There dwells a righteous anger,

In the heart of every poet.

Let no man make a wager,

That will lead him to his fall.

Deep souls are a danger!

Be careful, dare the words ye read,

Become thy epitaph,

Above an early grave which reads:

“Oh dear, ye fell too deep…

Thy former self concedes.”

Pray to God on bended knees,

That the depth and violence of the waves,

Will not drag ye down into the seas,

Or the melody of the siren’s song:

Enchant, and thy soul seize.

Make thy choice and sail on,

Or to the land lay claim.

We all must choose to journey on.

Explore or stay the path.

Live life before it’s gone.

Ah, the poet will ever sail,

On a sea of righteous anger;

Searching for another tale,

Of the ocean’s phantom depths,

And lost souls at sea which wail…

To be heard and live again,

And the waters open wide,

Revealing the restless pen,

Which writes upon the weary bones,

Of the Ancient Mariner’s men.

Beware the depths, young sailor!

Many have sailed these seas,

Only to find themselves on the shore,

Of their own mortality…

Enraged forevermore!

For there dwells a righteous anger,

In the heart of every poet.

Let no man make a wager,

That will lead him to his fall.

Deep souls are a danger!

K. Aldaya, 4/6/16

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344. Random Thought #16

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The graveyards remind me how far up I’ve come.

The headstones behind me: what years have become.

I still feel at home though can live beyond it.

My old catacomb now ‘lone…remains moonlit.

I hear the depths echo endless implores to return,

But not yet…not yet.

I’m here for you.  I won’t leave you now.

I’ve avowed to be with you.  My soul to endow,

To loving and staying…living on somehow.

I waited many a night next to the crypt,

That shadowed the light from dawns’ cup a-tipped.

Pouring jagged rays: sharp to cut through,

I turned back a-ways to solus I was used to;

And now I hear the depths echo endless implores to return,

But not yet…not yet.

K. Aldaya, ’05

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343. Ghosts Are Some of My Best Friends

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Ghosts are some of my best friends,

Though I’m not sure they want to be;

I certainly don’t care for their games,

Or their endless mockery.

They follow whispering in my ears:

“Restore my sanity!”

Ghosts are some of my best friends,

They’re the best at hide and seek.

No matter where I run and hide,

They always manage to silently sneak,

And scare me half to death…

Yep, winning’s always bleak.

Ghosts are some of my best friends,

Though I really wish they’d leave.

I listen to their moans and cries,

Hoping they will grant reprieve,

And scurry off to heaven or such…

Yet nope, they never really leave.

Ghosts are some of my best friends,

They make me want to die.

Would they disappear if I drown myself,

Or is that just a lie?

Are the ghosts still part of me,

Or will they never die?

Ghosts are some of my best friends,

Though I don’t want them to be.

I worry they have found new life,

In the echoes of eternity,

And fear at death they’ll hold me, screaming:

“Where’s our sanity!!”

K. Aldaya, 4/4/16

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342. In Dreams

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I dreamt about you last night,

So I didn’t want to wake,

To the first rays of the morning sun;

My eyes they could not shake,

And open to the dawn.

Why do you visit me in sleep?

Is there something you must say?

I don’t mind if you say nothing,

If you will only stay…

With me, ’til I wake.

How long have I sat alone,

In this house: aged and empty?

Longing for footsteps which prelude,

The presence of your company…

Within my heart.

I dreamt about you last night.

You sat down by my side,

And as we exchanged looks and pleasantries,

I couldn’t help feel an ache inside,

For the dreams which must always end.

K. Aldaya, 4/2/16

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341. The War for Survival

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The skies have grown black near the sea this eve.

Even the ocean, muddied, is fit to receive…

The death with follows the tornadoes of war,

Which spread from the shorefront to the steps of each door.

Waves crash and sting the eyes of the weary,

Who stroll through the streets as ghosts: silent and eerie.

Bodies float away and one man with a clipboard,

Counts each one seen with his pen like a sword.

The shelters are gone. There is nowhere to run,

And each man carries his own personal gun;

To fight back the tide of inevitable gloom.

Yet how many bullets will save even one from their doom?

The world is awash with an ocean of change,

Which washes all men and turns them deranged.

They bury the dead in mass graves without markers,

Then walk off with the smiles which living desires.

For who can keep walking on the bones of the fallen,

Without falling too deep into the sickness of men?…

Who have fallen before us begging for mercy;

And died at the gunpoint of their own misery.

The masses walk on with guns in both hands.

There’s no time for thinking. No time to make plans.

Is this war really worth it?…The bodies and the blood,

Of all the life of this planet buried in the mud?

The war continues…there’s no more to be said.

Shoot down your brother so you don’t end up dead.

Yet how will you save your soul from your sins.

For when your body soon rots the real fight begins.

K. Aldaya, 3/15/16

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340. Random Thought #15

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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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339. Down the Rabbit Hole

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Down the tunnel you go.

Do you really want to see what’s at the end?

Be careful what you wish for,

For it may well be forever, my friend.

Do you really want to know,

How deep the tunnel goes?

Must your really slide into it,

To find out where it goes?

The tunnel may lead to Nirvana,

Or possibly to Hell.

I’m not sure I care for either destination,

Yet for you I will hope it ends well.

Down the tunnel you go.

Must you really know what’s at the end?

Eternity’s never-ending you know!

I will miss you forever, my friend.

K. Aldaya, 3/14/16

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338. Random Thought #14

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Today she’s so happy she just can’t describe it.

Life seems so perfect, …yet just doesn’t fit.

She comes home and looks into the mirror-land.

She’s happy and knows it, but the shadows are still at hand.

Backward through time she floats on her own,

To the home she’s outrun, where the ghosts are her own.

The walls are closing in, all around, and within.

She can’t escape from herself…

So she breaks the mirror.

K. Aldaya, ’05

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337. Just So You Know

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Just so you know, my life matters too.

I may not be rich or know high people,

Yet I think I should have the chance to do,

Whatever I want to.

Just so you know, my life matters as well.

I may not have some great job or position,

Yet I think I should have the chance to tell…

You, to go to hell.

Just so you know my life matters also.

I may not be like or think like you,

Yet I’m not going to kowtow.

You’re not my king you know!

Just so you know, my life matters too.

I may be poor and no one special,

Yet I want to be someone who,

Gets to live life too.

K. Aldaya, 3/9/16

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336. Lying Next to You

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Sometimes late at night,

When I’m lying next to you.

I’ll close-in nice and tight,

And listen to your heart beat;

And tears fall down my face,

As I think: “Too good to be true”.

Will you be gone tomorrow without a trace,

When I wake up from this dream?

I’ll close my eyes and etch you out,

Into my memory.

So one day when this dream runs out,

I’ll remember how love felt–

When you were lying next to me.

K. Aldaya, 3/7/16

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335. Random Thought #13

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You told me to say goodbye to yesterday.

You told me it’s just a ghost that haunts my way,

And today I saw it walk across my street;

And today it’s presence reminded me,

That we can’t run from where we’ve come,

Without growing, in the knowing, of what’s been done.

I see you…the ghost of yesterday…

K. Aldaya, ’05

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