And, If Somehow This Finds You; Mérci, Mon Amie!

Poetry

I’ll remember the joyous days, the moments of wonder, the smile I wore, within your presence and so much more.

Times forever,

yet scarce – and wasted,

mortalities reason.

Yet, if given a thousand years;

I’d still remember our time together.

The spills, the laughs, the moments that made me wish a single moment could last forever…

The moments that visions are built on,

the moments that myths yield, I shall forever shield, for they are moments that I refuse to relinquish.

For if I had a thousand more Septembers;

no less of those moments will I remember.

You shaped my world,

revived my hope,

which made my world.

So if those moments must pass, then let that be, let moments fade to memories – just capture them.

If time is forever, then so to is our bond.

And if somehow… if somehow this may find you;

mérci, mon amie, mérci.

Still Busy In Wonder,

Asya Valentine.

Action in Inaction

Poetry

What came before it?

Who came?

Who destroyed it?

It wasn’t always this way

Not least, till they forged it,

You turn a blind eye,

It’s easy if it’s unseen,

But what about those

Who aren’t so lucky?

Those whose word has no power,

Whose voices have been stolen,

Those in persistent fear

And no illusions of voting.

Think now of your sibling,

Born in lands distant,

Who feels like you…

Who smiles,

Who weeps

And falls like you.

And then ask yourself,

‘All the pain and suffering

That I’m ignoring,

The dreams of many,

Those dreams distorted,

How much of others

Misery have I avoided?

To sit silent in comfort,

Who’s lives do I forfeit?’

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑜𝓌𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃-𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹

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The path of a social deviant,

limitless qualms and little agreement,

It’s hard to be stable

if you’ve never stopped grieving.

I never were whole,

Not since you stopped breathing –

It’s sleepless nights

And lonely evenings,

It’s troubled thoughts,

It’s countless demons,

It’s constant rain

Forecast this season.

A Smiling Chance

Poetry

I can see some better

Days on the hill

As I lookout

This time,

There’s a little hope

In my dreams,

Thank you,

You changed my life.

Somehow you always

Know what to say

And what to think

Or write.

You’re my final

Chance at a smile,

You really

Saved my life.

Counter Capital: My Literary Tradtion – Asya Valentine (1st Edition)

Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

Nσ Hαρρყ Eɳԃιɳɠʂ II

Poem, Poetry

There’s still no happy endings in site,

I guess that’s life,

It’s fine.

A thousand days of tears in this life,

It feels like time

Itself cried.

Maybe sometime I’ll be fine just for

a moment in time,

All the wrong could feel right.

No brighter days on this hill,

not a flower in site,

no happy endings in life.

‘… 𝒫𝒶𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈’

Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

Brief moments,

in the end we are merely highlights,

a showreel – conscious, yet not of thought,

the sum total of action

and not a touch more.

In the end, intentions matter little,

desire is a petty distraction

little matters in theory

and theory matters little.

We are action.

𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓬𝔂

Poetry

Mercy, it’s in our prayers

and it’s our biggest cancer,

societies poison, humanities pill,

it’s mercy, the sweet nectar of power

at mercies behest some plunder and steal.

Mercy, it both separates

and connects us to the animal kingdom.

The power of mercy

bestowed upon lords,

the bedrock of hierarchy

and so much more.

Mercy, the noose around the neck

of the 21st century serf,

the promise of subjugation

at birth,

the promise of death by a thousand cuts,

mercy, so misunderstood in a merciless world.

ᖴOᖇEᐯEᖇ, ᗩᒪᗯᗩYᔕ.

Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

Look where we’re standing,

look how strong we are now,

its crazy.

The long road weren’t easy,

but at least that roads

the right way.

Still together,

you’re the only one.

Still the one

that I call,

whenever I have

good news.

Still my forever

in a world of limited time.

The only woman I’ve loved,

still everything

that I want,

you’re the one.

J̴u̴s̴t̴ ̴A̴n̴o̴t̴h̴e̴r̴ ̴P̴o̴e̴m̴

Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

Maybe there’s beauty in passing,

maybe there’s justice in violence and

maybe there’s no life worth saving.

None except yours?

one life worth saving?

a set of dreams worth keeping?

Joyous times now replaced

with somber days,

short burst of joy spread

throughout longer days,

you ever felt so alone with friends…

And at the same time at home with strangers?

Still believe in time,

yet I’ve lost faith in patience;

they tell me you’re smiling

I miss how that face looked,

you ever felt invisible…

The true irony is when you face it.

Just a soul among many,

just a name,

excluding experience,

We’re all the same.

At best we get a moment,

at worst, you are just a face.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓂 (Inspired By Prince 2)

Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

Take my hand,

you are still my light

in the dark.

You just are,

my very own sun,

such a beautiful star.

Where you are,

is the place

that I seek from afar.

This times ours,

forever we stand

heart to heart.

𝐵𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝐼𝓃 𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒱𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹

Action in Inaction