The curse of compassion,
you find feeling in all,
you embody empathy
so now you feel it all.
Now you feel their joy
and share their pain,
now you taste their laughter
and share their shame.
And itβs hard,
oh βtis so hard.
To love so deep
that one envyβs the sociopath.
And itβs hard,
oh βtis so hard.
To love so deeply
with a broken heart.
There your neighbour stands
and here you compare your hand
to your neighbours hand.
They followed the script,
your script was sabotaged,
yes they followed the script
but theyβre still dissatisfied.
Itβs just that your injustice
to you, is always more magnified.
And thatβs life, I understand.
But they have life too.
They hope and dream,
just like you,
they over work and under sleep,
just like you;
harp on βwhat could have beenβ
just like you,
a happenstance separates them from despair
and any second, should something happen, they could be just like you.
Look at your neighbour,
see that theyβre just like you.
You have fears, they have anxiety too,
they feel annexed from society too.
They feel the burden of working for about half of what they should be earning;
they lost a loved one too, youβre not the only person.
Your neighbours just like you,
and their neighbours just like them,
so theyβre just like you.
Hereβs to solidarity.
All the times I told myself Iβll be fine,Β
I probably meant it.
When the stars in your sky wonβt align,Β
youβll change perspectives.Β
When your season just remains for a change,Β
then youβll accept it.Β
Reason indicates thereβs more pain,Β
no happy endings.Β
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 canvasβ 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.
Iβd redraw the canvas, renegotiate our hate, redraft our deal, incubate the pain.
Provide us hope, ignite our dreams, engage our joys and redefine βweβ.
But where imagination and reality cross, we fine tune our desire, give glory to struggle and speak truth to power.
Iβll 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;
Iβd 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;
mΓ©rci, mon amie, mΓ©rci.
Still Busy In Wonder,
Asya Valentine.
βRemember, rememberβ no sooner forgotten,
The allure of wonder, yet another broken promise.
For it was written but it never went that way,
So weβre 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; youβd 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.
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 itβs 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.
βLies, 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 – itβs working, we need a revolution.
I mostly remember you for the winter days,
The streets would freeze as you lit my soul,
If the heart could speak then I’d let you know.
You got me through the winter days.
The snow falls, the wind blows and
Our streets are filled with muddied slush.
Even when I was alone on my way to school,
Iβd hear your voice say, βdonβt runβ.
Donβt worry, I were always sure to walk,
Even when you left,
I never felt alone, I felt your step
and for all those journeys in my mind we would talk.
I mostly remember you for my winter days,
But I love you for the days I donβt remember.
That Tuesday morning, you remember right?
September 5th, 1995.
The day you became my goddess and you gave me life.
The day I stole your heart and you gave me mine,
you gave me the most precious gift… time.
Yet I must live without you every single day.
Reminiscing of the early years,
loving you for the latter.
Missing you hereafter,
But mostly…
mostly, I remember you for the winter days.
She saw life as an ocean,
a sea of pain.
1000 emotions yet all she felt was pain.
Drown in that sorrow, pain is abyss,
And all time is borrowed.
If so, endless hurt is the consequence of such loaned treasure, but like all things good, it can not last forever.
For her life was an ocean, a sea of pain; she wondered ‘if I drown in sorrow, in my sea of pain, will this abyss cease and set me free again’
It can happen in an instant,
One moment youβre cruising,
The next your sinking.
Those final moments can be so fitting;
life and death, forever besides never,
if deaths eternal then what is living?
I remember the way they saw me,
If only they knew I could see them now,
I flutter in and out of consciousness as they scream and shout.
βFight it… fight itβ
But Iβm done fighting,
Iβm fully resigned to leaving now.
They donβt love me really, not even now.
They worry for their loss as they forget about mine.
Iβll be gone forever but theyβll forget that in time.
They should have loved me while I was here;
Before the pink left my lips and my dreams disappeared,
before time took my mind, before age took my frame,
back when we had more time, more memories to make.
They never loved me while I was here.
But as Iβm leaving they love me again?
Funny how things change.
