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.

Forever and Always

philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts

Let’s defy logic,

your star lit mine, to redefine logic,

forever, a pair we shine.

Joy omits, where love exists;

so pure and bliss

the yearn to unite, whenever apart.

Can’t beat apart – can’t breathe apart, or be apart;

I’d split my heart and hand you half.

Let’s re-write the tales,

construct companionship in reality.

Watch stars align, as we dance through time,

let’s redefine the humble life, the earnest life.

Let’s capture time – harbour time or waste it trying.

If happiness exist, I just hope we can find it.

I’ll Read This Later

philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts

Written today, I’ll read it later,

penned September, remembered forever.

Better days both ahead and behind,

the beauty of life, thus the wonder of time. When I read this later I’ll know,

how things panned, not how they penned.

When I read this later I’ll understand,

who I am and how things went,

what will be when all is said

and who I’ve become once this ends.

What’s decided now, I’ll visit then,

for only time will bring understanding.

Only history can judge my steps;

for we are all but footnotes in the end,

Seen 24 summers and winters too.

Where it pours it shines,

where it’s cold there is warmth,

on this journey of mine

who knows what’s due.

So I’ll visit this all later, for now I’ll leave this to you.

Here’s to my 24th season.

Asya Valentine ✍🏾….

Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

What we are is endless,

what we are is recollections,

joy and anger,

souls marked by distance

and bound by time.

So to those who touched my life,

I pen this;

ode to friendship, kinship,

ode to love, the father of glory.

Glory for those who touched this story.

The days page turns,

companionship fans the flare of faith,

each bond rare and hard to break.

I cherish those ties, so hard to make

and give glory to those who fashioned this story.

Coalition of The Broken

Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

Engulfed by storms, when it rains it pours; no shelter for our dreams.

Despite the facts, all that we lacked,

in hope we stood,

with unreachable goals and the ignorance of innocence.

Time ticks, each of our canvas’ painted, they who were pure now bruised and tainted, sad and broken, alienated and dangerous.

So we leave dreams to sleep, if all loves attached to conditions just leave us be. From dreams to reality,

so many wide asleep, as we lay fast awake in our nightmares.

Open minds meet closed eyes.

Just pain and sorrow when we shut our eyes,

we hate this world but love our lives.

If only time could be renewed and history replayed.

I’d redraw the canvas, renegotiate our hate, redraft our deal, incubate the pain.

Provide us hope, ignite our dreams, engage our joys and redefine ‘we’.

But where imagination and reality cross, we fine tune our desire, give glory to struggle and speak truth to power.

YESTERDAY

Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

‘Remember, remember’ no sooner forgotten,

The allure of wonder, yet another broken promise.

For it was written but it never went that way,

So we’re left with the promise of better days,

a tomorrow of love, a peaceful hereafter.

Hope turns to fear after another disaster; I carried your dreams before you could bare the burden,

I etched your memory in blood and soil.

I wished to clear the storms and seek new pastures,

but you watched as my hope just went away.

You watched me weep, oh if time could speak; you’d understand how lonely this life can be, how cold and damaged a broken heart becomes, when time fades and curtains close on better days. You will remember me and know that you should have loved me yesterday.

By Crook, By Design

Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts

Split and destroy, divide and rule,

the ploy from a few to divide us all.

If it is the system that reaps rewards

and handles allocation; where nine tenths

have nothing because it’s captured and hoarded?

If the many must struggle for the gain of a few?

Then why not should one suggest, to take it from you?

Shame and pity for all of your flaws,

you have all you could want yet still want more.

‘Lies, damned lies and statistics‘

the story from the graph and the ground are so so different;

off with the platitudes,

time for solutions, the systems not broken – it’s working, we need a revolution.

𝒱𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹

Insight, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

The dreams of a young idealist, how brutal and cold this world can be.

How firm and resolute it’s grip may stay, with each passing day my ideals decay.

Since long I’ve denounced religion, yet my state remains, so in this state, I find I pray.

‘If an answer exists let it be revealed, if ignorance is bliss, then a burden it is. But, if happiness is this, I want no part.’

A young idealist, for years to come, I’ll walk my path, a lonely one.

I’ll keep this hope, if only that,

to speak truth to power and understand that actions are neither static nor binary.

Understand that without friction there is no change and during those times I pray;

‘Though my existence is not perfect, I live in peace, with shelter and hope, the chance to dream. And oh to the extent to which I am free, if my freedom is lynched to the infringement of that of others, then is it not our duty to speak for our Sisters and Brothers?’

Unforgettable

Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

Have you ever had to smile when your down and your out, just to see tears swell your eyes when nobody’s around?
For the last thousand days you were ‘holding things down’, with not a peep, not a word, the slightest incline or sound.
Then you stop to think about what you’ve been speaking about, read your own words off the page but you can’t speak them aloud?
Wonder how good may it feel to be free for change? To see joy in a Mote, to reason again.

For Who If Not For Yourself?

Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized

If not for you, then for them

How many sigh?
How many fall?
I hear a cry.
A broken oath; so if not for yourself then for him, then for her, then for them.

If not for yourself, then for them.
Bare the cross and tread the fire.
How many times?
1000 + Love, for them,
not even a lifetimes enough.

Not even time shall interrupt.
Not even life can end that bond.
Until time is no more
and suffering has ceased, if not for yourself, then do for them.