The Way You Made It – NHE Tales

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A Thousand More


The Forever Oath


I continue in service of memory,

My debt settled in honour,

For the light that pierced

Through horror.

For in the abyss, the

Concrete desert lived a nomad.

A fitting place for

The truly deserted.

A modest life,

One riddled with burden,

A soul littered in pain,

Yet it was love you worshiped.

In that shadow I lurk,

In your shadow I learnt,

Now in your honour I work

And your memory I serve.

Asya Valentine, Busy In Wonder

BusyInWonder: 2021 Proverb #1


The more I sit and ponder,

The less my thought wander,

The simpler my wonder,

As I’m humbled by age.

We all have hopes,

Delusions of grandeur,

To mask our simplicity

And act as an anchor;

To illusions drawn

In the prison of individuality,

Yet we all become aware,

Even if gradually.

That our pain is ordinary,

A promise from life

And no one soul is special,

Not even mine


A Stolen Song


Here’s a tale of a few,

A trodden path,

A told tale

Of broken bonds,

A folk tale,

A stolen song.

You shaped his soul,

He took your breath,

You lost your time

And he lost his head.

One went that day

Yet both hearts wept.

Your spirits left.

His soul is dead.

If Dreams Were Forever


Action in Inaction


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,

β€˜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?’

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Poetry, Uncategorized

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


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)

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