Choose the path that lets your spirit breathe,
Stand with your friends where honesty is kind,
What serves your heart will gently serve them too,
In caring for yourself, you leave light behind.
JH
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New year
In 2025, the world rattled like loose change in a storm
Voices clashed, fears flared, hearts forgot their shared warm form
Yet from the noise grew listening, slow hands learning grace
Till chaos bent toward peace, and kindness found its place.
JH
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Em 2025 o mundo tilintou como moedas soltas na tempestade
Vozes chocaram, medos arderam, corações esqueceram a sua humanidade
Mas do ruído nasceu a escuta, mãos lentas a aprender a graça
Até que o caos se curvou à paz e a bondade encontrou o seu espaço.
JH
In Quiet Fields
In quiet fields where soft winds roam, we stand
And feel the breath of those who marched before.
Their names drift through the grass like distant sand
And settle in our hearts forevermore.
We promise them our memory will stay
As still as dawn that trembles into day.
The poppies rise in gentle crimson light,
Their petals catch the turning of the sun.
They glow as if they gathered up the night
Then traded it for hope when morning won.
So when their red blooms stir beneath the sky,
We look, we breathe, we remember why.
JH
Letting Go
There’s a moment in the hush between heartbeats,
When holding on becomes heavier than hope
and in that silence,
you learn the art of release.
You untie the knots you tied in stormy weather,
loosen your grip on ghosts in the mirror,
and find that your hands
though empty
are free.
The past does not apologise,
nor promise not to sting.
But you,
gentle and fierce,
choose peace over proof,
flight over fear.
You are not the branch that broke,
you are the wind that moved on.
Not the anchor rusting below,
but the tide that still sings to the moon.
So let go,
not in weakness
but in wild, sacred strength.
Let go like dusk lets go of the sun,
trusting it will rise again.
JH
Whispers of Fado
In an alley where lanterns lean low to the wall,
And shadows lace gently across evening’s shawl,
A voice like warm velvet begins to arise
A sigh wrapped in music, a tear in disguise.
Fado, they call it the song of the street,
Where sorrow and beauty in silence meet.
A woman in black with a lantern of flame,
Sings of lost sailors and love without name.
Her voice climbs the stones, where the old trams have been,
Where laundry sways softly and hearts have grown thin.
A guitar responds with a tender refrain,
Like waves kissing rooftops again and again.
It’s not joy, not quite sorrow it lives in between,
In the corners of cafes, where time is unseen.
It lingers in hearts like a kiss that won’t fade,
A memory worn, but never betrayed.
Fado remembers the ones who have gone,
The night with no moon, the silence at dawn.
But still it keeps singing, both broken and bold
A story of Lisbon forever retold.
So sit by the window, let your thoughts drift away,
To a city that sings even after the day.
And if you should weep, let it be soft and slow
For Fado is weeping, and wants you to know.
JH
Artwork by Julan
“You Belong, Bright Soul”
They called you names like broken glass,
Threw words like stones, each meant to pass
Their shadows onto you, but dear,
You’re forged of light, not born of fear.
They saw your quiet, called it weak,
But silence roars when kind hearts speak.
They mocked the way you danced alone
But stars don’t ask for praise to shine.
You are the storm they couldn’t tame,
The ember they refused to name,
The poem scribbled in the night
By hands that dream in black and white.
Unwanted? No. You’re carved from grace
A universe inside your face.
Each scar, a tale of battles braved,
Each bruise, a flag for what you’ve saved.
The bullies bark because they break
They see your joy, and theirs is fake.
But you, sweet soul, you rise and rise
With every tear, you claim the skies.
So lift your head. You’re not alone.
This world is yours. This heart’s your home.
No cruel word can dim your worth
You are the fire that warms the earth.
JH
A shadow in 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
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.
Art By Julan
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
Art By Julan
Love Knows No Bounds
Love knows no borders, no walls and no chains,
It sings through the heart like the soft summer rains.
It glows in the laughter, it shines in the tears,
Unbroken by hatred, unshaken by fears.
A rainbow of voices, so strong and so bright,
Refusing to fade, standing up for their right.
To love without question, to live without shame,
To walk in the light without fear of the flame.
But still, there are whispers, still, there are laws,
Still, there are hands that would silence the cause.
Yet love is defiant, it rises, it grows,
A tide that no hatred can ever oppose.
So here we will stand, as we always have done,
For love and for justice, for battles not won.
Until every heart can beat free, without fear,
We’ll march on together—proud, bold, and clear
Art By Julan
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