And so my sweet lullaby’s
Hold my hand there
Pull me along these treacherous roads
Hold me tight
Through the darkness
And keep me going
You always have
I need you now
You are- always- forever
I rely on you
You could not let me down
Not like everyone else has
You wait with me
Through the horrible times
Not trying to pretend it fine
But understanding
Being there
And with that I am eternally grateful
Then when I am ready
you guide me gently -back to the light

-JJ
13/05/25

The cold night’s howling wind was touching my face during the ride on rolling wheels with thinking heart, on the roads of Minna—the western bypass.

I was with two eager eyes and two lonely palms when I left my sister’s café to you, somewhere around 8:45pm

Some minutes later I saw the gas station sitting at the peace of your neighborhood in that sunless dark hour with quiet moon in half majesty.

The gas station was scanty, maybe due to the hour.
And I saw that fruit-seller whose art of arranging fruits is always something to marvel upon.

I was glad to witness how great distance reduced into yonder, bringing two hearts closer.

I took a right turn, passed that small women saloon on the walkway,
Then down the road to your parents' house.

I saw you and finally my lonely palm held another lonely palm like we were reading love poems in the touch.
My eager eyes saw you—you walking art of the Divine.
I saw those brows and eyes that I placed above mine.

The cold you caught last week denied my ears the clearness of your voice, but my heart heard it all.
It was feminine, sweet, delicate, sweet, melodious, sweet. My best song is this voice, yes. It is sweet.

Seconds dissolved quickly, birthing minutes until I must say goodbye, and unhold, and unsee. I knew that closeness will again turn to yonder, and it will extend, and distance will be in between our hearts again.

Upon leaving I saw the headlights as they were uniting with the working streetlights of your neighborhood, unlike the faulty ones standing at my side of Minna.
A truck approached us and I crossed the road backwards, so I can watch you laugh and walk away.

That reckless act was done by the union of the romantic in me and my inner child. If it had led me to injuries or to freedom from mortality, wouldn't that have been a good way to go? From a night ride on western bypass to see you, to a soul’s night flight to heaven watching you.

Atticus is a perfect shot,
But wisemen don't shoot guns.
They advance through attrition,
With the power of their mind.

There’s so many poems I want to share..

But something within me says to save them

Save a piece of myself away from the world

Away from the souls of others

The Heart’s True Smile
— A Poem of 50 Verses —

A smile may curve upon the face,
But deeper still lies truer grace.

When born not just from lips alone,
A smile finds life in heart and bone.

It glows beyond the skin's embrace,
It lights the soul, it warms the space.

No jewel, no gold, nor silken thread
Can match the light a heart has shed.

Through sorrow’s storm or joy’s bright flame,
The heartfelt smile remains the same.

It's more than muscle, more than skin,
It's truth that radiates within.

When kindness flows and love is near,
A smile sincere is crystal clear.

It speaks in silence, calms with grace,
A universe within one face.

Not taught by books, nor trained in schools,
It's shaped by love and golden rules.

It tells a tale without a word,
More deeply felt than heard or stirred.

It needs no script, it needs no stage,
It melts away the hardest rage.

A balm for wounds the eyes can't see,
A bridge from you across to me.

In quiet rooms or crowded halls,
Its gentle presence softly calls.

It lifts the weak, inspires the strong,
Reminds us all where we belong.

A stranger's smile, when pure and bright,
Can change the course of someone’s night.

And when the heart is whole and true,
Its smile can make the skies more blue.

No artist paints with such finesse
As hearts that shine through tenderness.

A mirror to the soul inside,
Where laughter, love, and hope abide.

It doesn’t age, it doesn’t fade,
It's beauty that can’t be unmade.

It needs no makeup, mask, or guise,
It gleams within the humblest eyes.

It's whispered prayer, it's silent song,
A light that leads the lost along.

In every culture, every land,
A heartfelt smile we understand.

It is the thread that weaves us near,
A gift that says, "I'm with you here."

So let your smile from heart be free,
A beacon bright for all to see.

For in that curve of joy and grace,
The world becomes a kinder place.

Her
Cutting through, dancing through
with petals rumbling beneath our feet,
we dip and twist, entwined by a whispering thread—
holding tight enough to turn you blue, but never red, my love.

I don’t know where it will strike—
but I know I’ll die with wrinkles around my lips,
comfort in my eyes,
knowing I made the greatest trade—
my life, for you, my light.

To have you hold me—
guide me when sight fades, catch me as my body fails,
your gaze speaking volumes beyond words,
holding me soft and fragile—
so precious no one else could ever recreate this, my dear.

Him
On crumbling petals, I dance with you,
making sure I don’t crumble beneath your weight,
so fragile—
I don’t want to hold you so tight it causes pain,
nor let the world’s hurt reach you, my angel.

Sealed—
my lips cannot speak the depth of your meaning,
so I plead for you to see in my eyes
all the words they cannot say, my flame.
If the blade falls after claiming a head,

Let it be mine—
I will take the strike,
shield you from every wound, my oath.
With a smile,
love burning in my eyes for you,
there’s nothing I wouldn’t do, my heart.

Though my lips may be silent—
for you my legs stand firm to walk beside you,
my arms grow strong to hold you close,
my eyes sharpen to find you if you stray, my light.

My heart burns—
a calm fire fueled by love,
the most painful moments made beautiful by you, my salvation.
You are my heaven on earth,
the cure to every pain,

The beat within my chest—
and so I beat,
always, for you, my love.

Together—
we guide each other through,
hoping the blade never falls—
not because we fear the end,
but because we want to hold and lead each other,
not out of need,
but out of love.
“Moonlace”

.•° ☼ °•.

The truth is, they only try to get into your head
because you've already gotten into theirs.



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