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When you have been
at war with yourself
for so many years that
you have forgotten why,
when you have been driving
for hours and only
gradually begin to realize
that you have lost the way,
when you have cut
hastily into the fabric,
when you have signed
papers in distraction,
when it has been centuries
since you watched the sun set
or the rain fall, and the clouds,
drifting overhead, pass as flat
as anything on a postcard;
when, in the midst of these
everyday nightmares, you
understand that you could
wake up,
you could turn
and go back
to the last thing you
remember doing
with your whole heart:
that passionate kiss,
the brilliant drop of love
rolling along the tongue of a green leaf,
then you wake,
you stumble from your cave,
blinking in the sun,
naming every shadow
as it slips.

the stars graced our balcony
with a presence they've never expressed before.
catching our eyes; preceding the city lights.

"here we are, in all our glory!"

beautiful, entranced.

my senses were as open to their observation
as they have ever been.
the moment was graceful, i felt alive;
..overwhelmed...

but very much delivered.

-ashley daly

you hushed my name into
a slumber;
silent hues of bright delight.
nostalgic innocence,
reminisce. falling back to
parralell the little kid;
classic adventures
that never end.

it's never over.

we don't know each others truth.
sheltered by our self-divide,
imprisoned to our souls,
we know our own.
checkmate
the "captivate", "negotiate"-
hold my breaths inside your soul
and trust everything we are.

-ashley daly

"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. 
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. 
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. 
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day. 
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone. 

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody. 

Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others. 

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. 

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul." 

— Sam Levenson

"Three passions have governed my life:
the longings for love, the search for knowledge,
and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.

Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
In the union of love I have seen,
in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision
of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of man.
I have wished to know why the stars shine.

Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
but always pity brought me back to earth;
cries of pain reverberated in my heart
of children in famine, of victims tortured
and of old people left helpless.
I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
and I too suffer.

This has been my life; I found it worth living."
-Bertrand Russell

there’s a tiny little bug
trapped in between
my curtains and the cold
glass of my window.
i can tell he’s there
simply fluttering his wings
so rapidly-
i hear the buzz-
his constant shaking off
of the pressure that is
keeping him in.
i can tell he kind of likes it, though
because his shadow created
by the midnight moon
shows the silhouette on my curtain
of a little creature who doesn’t
want the help, maybe just some
recognition.
his war is faint and his flight
is more humble than the free
and i wonder maybe his place
is where he can watch from the window
sill, like he’s seen so many times
from cats dreaming of a life
so daring they are too afraid to live
but sure enjoy the pleasure to see.

-ashley daly

i used to believe, only,
in endless skies; 
breathlessly, honestly, seeking out
the depths of the universe.
the turmoil arousing the clouds
in the night sky,
as they blanketed the cold
atmosphere against the stars.

i never believed in much
of anything, other than 
the sky.

the moon claimed me
above anything else;
it swallowed me.
i owed the moon
everything.

it owned me.

i never believed in much
of anything, never
in falling in love 
with anything 
other than the moon.

-ashley daly