327. Let Us All Eat Cake

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Forgive me, but I must leave now.

Time’s too precious to waste.

Life drifts by us even now.

We should all make haste,

And move toward our own happiness,

Whate’er that might well be.

If it harms none, and makes pain less,

No one should disagree.

I don’t have time to conversate,

On things which can’t be changed.

We’re all stuck here, so celebrate!

Tea time has been arranged.

Sip tea with me, or don’t…who cares?

I’ll drink tea for us both and sing.

No one cares how anyone else fairs,

And each has their own song to sing.

O’ Happy Birthday to us all.

We all were born,… Hurray!

All of us were young and small,

Then grow old and die one day.

So live like Kings and Queens, my dears…

Wear opulence on your sleeve.

Who cares of the rejection of your peers;

If they care not of your joy they should leave.

So forgive me, but I must leave now,

And put on my bows and frilly dress.

I have a tea party to attend.

Life’s too short to eat cake any less.

K. Aldaya, 1/4/16

Picture: By KellyAliceLoliCotton on Deviant Art; http://kellyalicelolicotton.deviantart.com/art/Welcome-To-My-Teaparty-273402429

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252. It’s Okay

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It’s okay not to be happy.

It’s okay, my child.

Tomorrow the sun will rise again,

And hearts will again run wild;

Beating up and down the streets.

Flowing through the hours,

O’er-rushing with dreams of cakes and sweets,

And fields of endless flowers.

So it’s okay to cry and be sad.

It’s okay, my child.

Tomorrow the sun will rise again,

And yes, you will have smiled!

K. Aldaya, 9/4/13

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://extremelongevity.net/wp-content/uploads/Sunny-day1.jpg

247. Soar Higher

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Into the world my child, she flies…,

Away and soars; but I am scared.

Will she be safe and always wise?

Did I teach her everything,

She needs to touch the skies?

And can I trust the world which I’ve never trusted?

To care for and protect one of my dearest treasures?

World of people through whose acts I am disgusted.

Who poisoned my heart until it broke and rusted.

Yet even I cannot protect,

Her, or him, or I from this life.

Control: an illusion’s inject,

So life we do not from the start reject.

If we thought about how each moment is taken,….

Stolen right in front of our eyes: so we close them;

We’d go crazy or mad, and sickness awaken.

So we say:  “Reasons are not godforsaken!”.

Whether there’s meaning to it all,

I know not and I dare not say.

I only know what’s to fear therewithal.

I pray she’ll be able to fly when in fall!

—-praying:  “Don’t be like me…., Please don’t end up like me at all!”

K. Aldaya, 8/6/13

Picture: “Tiny Dancer” by insanelaurenjane at Deviant Art; http://www.deviantart.com/art/Tiny-Dancer-352280439

211. Beauty

Prescience of quotidian enchantments:

The dreams one dreams ‘fore dawn.

Flowers, stars, sun, and moon,

Would seem form’laic were thee gone.

Thy face illumes the perfunctory tides,

Of apathy…, banality;

For if striven assiduously,

Smiles freely radiate from thee.

Myopically one cannot do much more,

Then love this deb’nair season.

For one dreams, hopes, and loves more,

Near thy beauty past all reason.

K. Aldaya, 2008

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

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

66. Tonight

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Tonight,

All the world rests their heads.

Lying down in their known beds.

Every soul yawns a yawn,

To last until the breaking dawn.

Every eye is shutting tight,

Speaking to the moon goodnight.

All the troubles of their day,

Are floating off,

Are miles away.

Tonight, thoughts are replaced with dreams,

Where happiness passionately beams.

K. Aldaya, 7/20/04

Picture:  Photographer Unknown; http://www.goodwp.com/large/201210/25187.jpg

59. Tree-Pinned

Worries. Worries. Worries.

Are plenty in this world of ours.

Everyone’s in hurries.

To catch their skies’ bright stars.

Wishing. Wishing. Wishing.

For acknowledgement of their life.

Always in the dishing of unnecessary strife.

In death. In death. In death.

Will your successes count at all?

To others your life would be deaf,

Of the drive: societies’ call.

Living. Living. Living.

Should be like a leaf in the wind.

Giving. Giving. Giving.

Oneself freedom from life tree-pinned.

Never. Never. Never.

Drift by all this journey affords.

Why do you so sever the blissful happy you move towards?

K. Aldaya, 6/21/04

44. The Sky

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At times when I think nothing is right,

And I feel that I am losing this fight.

When people are really cruel and vile,

One can get to feel dreadfully futile.

That is when you need the wide sky,

A vision of happy to see with your eye.

Each sky is different than ever before,

Up where the clouds and birds ever soar.

Looking at sunbeams through the white clouds,

Wastes away all of your life’s sad shrouds.

In raising your attentions heaven-bound.

It gives you a chance to lose earth ground.

You no longer are a tormented soul,

But ‘God’ has you and you feel whole.

Just for a little while you are at peace,

Until you return back to the pit without cease.

K. Aldaya, 3/10/04

Picture:  Photographer Unknown; http://environmental-life-ministries.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/sun_sky_1.jpg