367. Savage

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I am a savage.

I remember my days in the jungle.

The feel of mud ‘tween my toes.

The rush of adrenaline,

From head to toe.

Blood raging to win.

I am a savage.

I remember my nights under the moon.

The feel of winds blowing over,

The heavy lids of the earth,

Falling to cover.

In death is rebirth.

I am a savage.

I remember my days on the Earth.

The feel of dust and thirst.

The yearning to drink and feast.

Devoured or nursed.

Nothing but a beast.

K. Aldaya, 9/18/16

Picture: Original Source Unknown; http://sscinnovate.blogspot.com/2013/06/review-barefoot-minimalist-and-forefoot.html

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366. *R.I.P.*

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You think you can make excuses,

Laugh off the pain you deal,

Without consequence or reprisal;

Without caring how others feel.

I’m here to tell you, my darling,

Excuses are for narcissists and frauds,

For weak people who can dish it out,

Though can’t handle payback from their gods.

Who will weep and wail at changing winds,

Praying to god, “Do you know who I am?”

I’m so sweet, caring, and kind.

I’m so perfect just as I am!

You can forgive or forget yourself.

Believe you are better then us all.

Yet reality will always say otherwise,

And the pain will remember it all.

Don’t ever think you’re forgiven,

You’ve no right to demand such a deal!

No one can tell another how to live,

Or how much hurt they’re allowed to feel.

No one can live without faults,

But it’s our choice whether to admit this,

To acknowledge all of our faults;

And no matter what we may do wrong,

To learn and grow from our mistakes.

To care and ask forgiveness,

And try to never make those same mistakes.

I’ve never understood this world,

Why men get joy from others’ pain.

I don’t understand why you can’t feel,

Or contemplate just how insane…

This game is….this game of life!

How pointless these cruelties are!

There’s no reason why it should be ok,

For you to create another scar.

So, you may think you are off the hook.

If you ignore the pain caused: it will leave!

I’m here to tell you, “You are wrong”!

Pain lingers, remembers, and grieves…

For eternity.

*R.I.P.*

K. Aldaya, 9/17/16

Picture: https://deadlyeverafter.com/2013/03/23/the-vision-you-didnt-want-asylum-photos/

365. Blood

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“Blood is thicker than water”, how I truly hate this line!

How I loathe those who use it (usually absent of mind).

How carelessly it makes claim of the specialness of some,

When any fool knows that we all originally came from one.

How no matter where you live now or the color of your skin,

We are all from the same parents. We are all simply: human.

If only we could look beyond the years which separate us,

And see that we all bleed the same…with no waters to divide us.

Our minds have become barriers to block us from this truth.

To make us feel all alone, in this vast ocean: aloof.

I wish we could stop saying: “Black, white, yellow, or red”,

And look upon anothers’ face to see only sister or brother instead;

But rather, humans build their walls to conquer and divide.

To place themselves upon thrones, and wage war on the other side.

Anything to exploit men’s fear of what’s unknown or different.

“Oh, a sharp nose knows the enemy’s nose is an inch left-bent!”

How ridiculous it all is…this endless self-destructive game!

Humanity, will we ever learn our lesson and find a more rewarding aim?

I pray that time does teach us things that we will not repeat.

That lessons learned will one day stick and each heart will beat,

To the drums of a unified dance of love and acceptance;

Where the drums of war no longer beat this sad and tragic dance.

Humans do not bleed water and they never have or will.

Humans they are all our family and they bleed the same blood still;

The blood that your ancestors bled upon the battlefields…

The blood which spilt to give you life, from the womb your mother wields.

From the fathers of your father, and the mothers of your mother.

You may argue all you want, but truth one cannot smother!

So this I say to human beings with ears in which to hear.

Never speak of thicker blood or be selective of ear.

Love and grant the kindness which you would like to receive.

It’s not that hard to be understanding, listen, and to believe…

In seeing the best in others, and never prejudging a face.

Oh God, if we could only stop focusing on differences in religions and race!

Put down your weapons children! Mother is weeping in her grave,

And father’s bloody hands clench the soil for each child no one would save!

“We all bleed the same blood”, how many times has this been said?

How many more times must we repeat the truth, before we are all dead?…

And time passes and forgets us, the children of the Earth;

The species which destroyed itself and spit upon its’ birth!

K. Aldaya, 9/5/16

Picture: “Harvest of Death,” the Battle of Gettysburg, 1863, from Gardner’s Photographic Sketch Book of the War; http://blog.chicagohistory.org/index.php/2009/03/gettysburg/

364. Us

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I cannot sleep. I can’t escape,

The prison of my heart.

The warden holds his keys to me,

Yet I can’t run from my heart,

No matter how much it torments me.

I cannot rest. I dream of you.

My soul’s afflicted by your voice.

Your presence punishes my flesh.

Ah, the warden knows there is no choice…

All men are prisoners of the flesh.

I cannot leave. I can’t escape,

These walls of blood and flesh.

The world is built upon our cells,

Of passion and distress.

For there are no heavens or hells…

Only us.

K. Aldaya, 9/1/16

Picture: from Vampire Diaries; http://www.melty.es/the-originals/photos/

363. Duplicity

Said with painfully deceptive truth,

You fain warmth to perfection.

You lay your coat o’er the mud of inflection,

And savor the words in proof,

Of your humanity.

Gallantly you stand your ground,

Enticing the virtuous of heart,

To firstly step forth and depart,

Wrapping their honor around…

Your covetous finger.

Wringing your hands you step out,

Upon decency’s palpable spine,

And crush the bones of affection in line.

Expectation of reciprocity beyond doubt,

Cloaks the duplicitous heart.

K. Aldaya, 8/29/16

362. That Is Where I’ll Be

If you can not find me. I’ll tell you where I’ll be…

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–My heart belongs to the ocean.

My arms belong to the skies.

My soul belongs to the mountains,

My breath forever flies,

Upon the drifting winds,

Of Earth’s loving embrace;

And sings to me a lullaby,

As meteors give chase…

Seeking that which only those,

Born of earth, may find:

A home within the woodlands,

And a peacefulness of mind;

Where mother sings us to sleep,

Beneath the vast beyond,

And tucks us in with billowed clouds,

And a heart profoundly fond.

My heart belongs to the ocean.

My feet belong to the breeze.

My soul belongs to the mountains,

My home’s among the trees.–

That is where you’ll find me…

…That is where I’ll be.

K. Aldaya, 8/15/16

Picture:  http://www.wall321.com/Nature/Forests/water_outer_space_trees_dark_night_stars_forest_darker_than_black_anime_shooting_star_lakes_reflecti_1031