From the Ashes

Poetry

As peace was breached through sleepless nights,Β no cloud, no fall could dim your light;
ones grateful here yet needed time,
oh as dreams would have it, I needed mine.


Some thousand days of note,
our somber days a’ mote.
Where fury and fire once merged, from the ashes of pain, grew hope.
Oh as life would have it you made me grow.

1818 – Ω‚ΩˆΨ© ΨͺΨΆΨ§Ω…Ω†ΩŠΨ©

philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts

C2C28535-7928-4E3A-9E53-6021E6C3EE11Raise your voice and speak.
Speak for those without speech,Β 
stand for those without feet,
cry for those who won’t weep,
fight for those you can’t see
and hope for those who don’t dream.

 

While you love your sons, remember the mothers, while you guide your daughters, don’t forget the brothers.
He whom love left, those abandoned by freedom.
She who’s bombarded with visions, disenfranchised by systems, enamoured by false wisdom, entrapped by mental prisons.


Never forget the voiceless.
For your voices power is reliant on its relationship to the lack there of for others.Β For the power in your word is plural and of universal consequence.
Never forget the voiceless.
For he who ignores oppression does so at his own peril, as all rights are merely privileges in the face of tyranny.

Busy in Wonder… #JC4PM

philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts

A chance at hope,

a new deal for the downtrodden.

A chance for the maligned and forgotten,

smell the air of change a brand new promise.

 

Broken homes, broken dreams for a nation on the edge,

pain and turbulence, suffering and chaos, by design not an act of nature.

Opportunity stripped our systems rotten,

if all is broken we must look to economics.

 

War in foreign lands,

war on drugs…

a nation divided,

we must cease all the violence

and tackle the climate.

 

Time to march,

time to occupy,

time to vote.

Cash in on due change,

today’s the time for hope.

No Happy Endings…

Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts

 

All the times I told myself I’ll be fine,Β 

I probably meant it.

When the stars in your sky won’t align,Β 

you’ll change perspectives.Β 

When your season just remains for a change,Β 

then you’ll accept it.Β 

Reason indicates there’s more pain,Β 

no happy endings.Β 

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 ✍🏾….

 

 

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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

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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 β€˜we’.

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

And, If Somehow This Finds You; MΓ©rci, 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;

mΓ©rci, mon amie, mΓ©rci.

Still Busy In Wonder,

Asya Valentine.

YESTERDAY

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β€˜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.

β€˜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.