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


Iโ€™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;

Iโ€™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;

mรฉrci, mon amie, mรฉrci.

Still Busy In Wonder,

Asya Valentine.

Action in Inaction


What came before it?

Who came?

Who destroyed it?

It wasnโ€™t always this way

Not least, till they forged it,

You turn a blind eye,

Itโ€™s easy if itโ€™s unseen,

But what about those

Who arenโ€™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,

โ€˜All the pain and suffering

That Iโ€™m ignoring,

The dreams of many,

Those dreams distorted,

How much of others

Misery have I avoided?

To sit silent in comfort,

Whoโ€™s lives do I forfeit?โ€™

๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’Ÿ๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐“‡๐‘œ๐’น๐’น๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐ต๐“‡๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’๐“ƒ-๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰๐‘’๐’น

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The path of a social deviant,

limitless qualms and little agreement,

Itโ€™s hard to be stable

if youโ€™ve never stopped grieving.

I never were whole,

Not since you stopped breathing –

Itโ€™s sleepless nights

And lonely evenings,

Itโ€™s troubled thoughts,

Itโ€™s countless demons,

Itโ€™s constant rain

Forecast this season.

A Smiling Chance


I can see some better

Days on the hill

As I lookout

This time,

Thereโ€™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.

Youโ€™re my final

Chance at a smile,

You really

Saved my life.

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

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Nฯƒ Hฮฑฯฯแƒง Eษณิƒฮนษณษ ส‚ II

Poem, Poetry

Thereโ€™s still no happy endings in site,

I guess thatโ€™s life,

Itโ€™s fine.

A thousand days of tears in this life,

It feels like time

Itself cried.

Maybe sometime Iโ€™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.

โ€˜โ€ฆ ๐’ซ๐’ถ๐“‹๐‘’๐’น ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘œ๐’น ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ˆโ€™

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, itโ€™s in our prayers

and itโ€™s our biggest cancer,

societies poison, humanities pill,

itโ€™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.

แ–ดOแ–‡EแฏEแ–‡, แ—ฉแ’ชแ—ฏแ—ฉYแ”•.

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Look where weโ€™re standing,

look how strong we are now,

its crazy.

The long road werenโ€™t easy,

but at least that roads

the right way.

Still together,

youโ€™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 Iโ€™ve loved,

still everything

that I want,

youโ€™re the one.

Jฬดuฬดsฬดtฬด ฬดAฬดnฬดoฬดtฬดhฬดeฬดrฬด ฬดPฬดoฬดeฬดmฬด

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Maybe thereโ€™s beauty in passing,

maybe thereโ€™s justice in violence and

maybe thereโ€™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 Iโ€™ve lost faith in patience;

they tell me youโ€™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,

Weโ€™re all the same.

At best we get a moment,

at worst, you are just a face.

๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“๐“‚ (Inspired By Prince 2)

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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.