Not as stone remembers rain
but as skin remembers fire,
the way a name once spoken can still bruise the air
History is not a museum with clean glass,
it breathes, it waits,
it hums in the wires above our streets
and in the silence after a door shuts too hard
Hands have built hospitals and cages,
the same hands,
fingers that can cradle a child
or sign a list that turns people into numbers
Do not look away,
forgetting is a luxury paid for by the broken
memory is the candle we keep lit
even when the room wants darkness
We remember the trains that did not ask questions,
the ships that mistook profit for prayer,
the borders drawn like scars
across living, speaking hearts
This is not about guilt alone,
it is about vigilance,
about love standing guard through the night
with tired eyes and an unyielding spine
Because the past is patient,
it will repeat itself softly at first,
a joke, a shrug, a rule,
until cruelty feels normal and silence feels safe
So we remember, loudly and tenderly,
we say the names, we tell the stories,
we teach our children that dignity is not divisible
and humanity is not a trend
Memory is an act of hope,
a refusal to let tomorrow be built
with the same old knives
We remember,
so that kindness stays awake
and the world, bruised but breathing,
gets another chance to choose better
JH
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We must remember
Step away a while….
There are moments when the world feels like it has had far too much tea and is humming with nervous energy. Every screen glows like a tiny sun and every notification tugs at your sleeve. That is when the universe itself seems to whisper go outside for a breath and touch something real. Let your toes wander into grass or sand or onto a quiet bit of earth. Feel the steady pulse beneath you. It is ancient and patient and it never rushes you the way your inbox does.
And when you do step away for a little while the strange magic is that everything inside you begins to settle. Thoughts stretch out like sleepy cats and worries shrink to their proper size. A small offline pause becomes its own kind of rebellion a reminder that you are a living creature not a constant broadcast. In a world spinning faster each season there is something brave and bright about choosing stillness. The future will always need dreamers who remember how to breathe.
JH
Honesty
Soft truth in the air
Voices clear as morning bells
Hearts open like dawn
Eyes meet without shade
Words fall pure as spring water
Trust blooms in still light
JH
Love em
I love lazy days, it’s a time for reflection, chilling, reading a good book, or finishing off something you wanted to do for a while…
Lazy days..bring them on..
How Can You Sit and Be Silent?
How can you sit and be silent,
while children fade from the sky?
Do your lips not burn with the question
how long, how long, and why?
A man builds thrones from his lying tongue,
and truth is left to die.
Your silence is a shadow’s song
and even shadows cry.
JH
I Am
I am the hush before the sunrise,
the breath between the words,
a fleeting thought that lingers,
a whisper that still burns.
I am the weight of echoes past,
the spark of what may be,
not just the path I’ve walked before,
but waves still breaking free.
I am the laughter, I am the ache,
I am the stillness and the quake.
I am becoming, I am undone,
I am the night, I am the sun.
No name can hold me, no cage can bind,
I am the seeker, the journey, the find.
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A Battle Waged in Light and Shade
Upon the field where dark and light contend,
The good stands tall with honor shining bright.
Yet shadows creep where wicked hearts descend,
Their whispers laced with promises of night.
The noble soul, though burdened, does not yield,
For truth and kindness forge a mighty blade.
While evil seeks to poison every field,
Its schemes dissolve when love will not degrade.
Though battles rage and tempests tear the sky,
The dawn will chase the blackest night away.
For even when the purest hearts must cry,
Their light remains, untouched by dark’s decay.
Thus good endures, though evil sways the land,
For justice lives where steadfast warriors stand.
JH
The good vs bad perspective
The world has always been a place of duality—light and dark, good and evil, generosity and greed. This contrast exists in nature, human behaviour, and politics because balance often defines existence. In every society, there are those who act selflessly, striving for fairness and justice, while others manipulate systems for personal gain. Political ideologies reflect this divide, with some leaders seeking to uplift their people, while others exploit power for wealth and control. The struggle between good and bad is an inherent part of human nature, shaping the world in ways that ensure no singular force dominates completely.
In politics, this duality is especially evident. Some politicians work tirelessly for the well-being of their citizens, advocating for equality, social welfare, and economic stability. However, there are also those who prioritise personal ambition, using corruption, misinformation, and divisive tactics to maintain power. Greed plays a significant role in this, as those in positions of influence often put their interests above the needs of the public. This self-serving mindset can lead to policies that benefit the few while leaving the majority struggling. The pursuit of power and wealth can blind individuals to the suffering they cause, allowing greed to override morality.
People can be driven by an insatiable desire for more—more money, more power, more control—without considering the consequences of their actions. Greed strips individuals of empathy, making them prioritise their own gain at the expense of others. ( I could name a few!) This can be seen in corporate greed, where profit is placed above human welfare, and in politics, where leaders make decisions that benefit their interests rather than society. While there will always be those who fight for fairness and progress, the presence of greed ensures that the battle between good and bad will never truly end.
A Shadow on the World
A shadow creeps where light once lay,
A poison seeps into the day.
Once hands were clasped in human grace,
Now fear divides and scars replace.
The echoes of the past return,
Old lessons are taught, yet none we learn.
They build their walls, they mark their lines,
With hollow words and hollow spines.
And watch as justice bends and falls.
They paint their hatred in disguise,
Yet we see through their veiled replies.
The colour fades from hopeful dreams,
Replaced by cold and broken schemes.
A love once free is bound in chains,
As tyranny reclaims its reigns.
But still, we rise; we will not bow,
Not then, not ever—not now.
For love will burn through the darkest night,
And truth will stand, and truth will fight.
So let them shout, let them conspire,
We’ll fan the flames, ignite the fire.
For though they try to make us small,
Love and justice rise for all.
JH
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