Butterflies are flying angel hearts among us
September 20th 2026
A sadistic killer, who enjoys it with relish
A woman desperately in want of love
The age numbers small talk turns to relic
A paedophile never at rest until he gave
A robber on the prowl seeking victims.
Broken hearts need that need mending.
(Written on the 28th May, 2021)
I encountered someone today who was grieving
the loss of a loved one and it hit hard today
I've had those days and I took the time to listen
and encourage as much as I could
but grief is a very personal journey
Encountering another grieving heart
often doesn't even require words,
the broken heart pieces communicate
I listened
heard in disbelief
the glorification of a liar and a thief.
I paused in this interlude
feeling the praise was misused
and then I scanned the crowd
blank eyes, minds within a shroud
none shouting truth aloud.
All was quiet
here along the western front
marginalized by corrupted stunts,
the rants and raves
the cowards unafraid;
voices rose
the hail of war unclothed
in hate and anger, no longer loathed
bullets, missiles, bombs laid down in droves,
followed by admiration, praise disclosed.
A haughtiness of destructive force
forged across a liar's greedy course
hidden in deceit by the elite
war in forever repeat
purposes indiscrete.
I listened and I prayed
for the coming of a brand new day
when warriors lay down their blades
rest at peace
beneath the smoke and shade.
I scanned the world that God had made
fearful and ashamed
at the haughtiness of a foolishness of men
who began another war again
always now never then.
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Two hearts attached
in a sexual flash
May well detach
in a feverish dash
A steady, rhythmic heartbeat
patience its answer
For the outcome is sweet
and safer the transfer
"The clouds spill a thousand secrets"
in transitional transient forms
Your touch is like the spongy clouds
blessing me bountifully with brazen benevolence
"Melt my tears into your sweet fire"
for I'm daringly, defiantly "love-drunk on desire"
You can even "seduce the stars without a script..."
Who am I to escape your emerald eyes?
Like a moth drawn to the incandescent candle
I faithfully flutter around your fervent fulgence
You are my amber ambrosia
enveloping me with your amorous aroma
I dance dreamily in dandelion stardust
for you are my dearest, dashing, daring darling
We'll learn life's lavender lessons in tandem
Our souls are intricately interlaced and intertwined
Ruby passion sizzles...
when our hearts are in hazel harmony
Our mutual understanding is unfortunately understated
If you're the sea, I'm the sand
lapping your lapis lazuli waves with my love
We're crocheted cohesively for forevermore
our affection for the endless eternity
our adoration and admiration will never die
We possess an inseparable intimacy
immeasurable immortal imprints
impressed upon this universe
~ Hyacinth hearts held together even in heaven ~
Two hearts awaken to a single song,
A quiet promise they have known all along.
No borrowed dream, no passing fire—
Only the gentle rise of shared desire.
They move as rivers meeting at the sea,
Each finding more in what the other sees.
Not copies, but reflections softly cast,
Two souls embracing future, present, past.
Their love unfolds like blossoms after rain,
Growing stronger through both joy and pain.
Within its shade, no fear can take its place;
Only truth, and tenderness, and grace.
When silence falls, their eyes still speak,
A language only faithful hearts can keep.
Hand in hand, through every changing season,
They find in one another every reason.
So let the stars bear witness from above:
The strongest hearts are shaped by quiet love.
Two kindred spirits, timeless and free,
Writing forever what love was meant to be
For both you and me
our honey hearts share one
gleeful feeling of free.
New daylight will ever come
to deliver a fresh, new sun
inviting us outside where adored
romantic ‘honey’ feels are begun
with spontaneous fun.
Forever we shall be
a pair love spun
under sky’s playful spree.
soft flame
romantic dreamy mood
hearts deeply entwined holding soft hands
eternal love for each other solemnly declared
togetherness they forever embrace
With the heaviness
of empty hearts,
we walk,
and in the darkness,
a hand finds ours...
Time does not interfere,
and the world pauses
to let a bright thing
pass through...
and we are given
a glimpse of heaven.
Day breaks and days ends
And days spends, away ahh!
Quiet nights depends
Lonely hearts in vain
There's a shadow of doubt
Behind, this world of pain
A light of love all about
Lonely hearts in vain
Quiet nights, lonely hearts
Silent.\nDays of morning souls
Had to come see the start
The quiet nights , those whispers with the wind
And when I think of all the lonely heart in the world within
I say to myself God , I love him
I think the world of him
Pear trees blossoming from farm to farm
I stand here alone , but awaiting his embrace arm to arm
Quiet nights and lonely heart
Bring past memory of days we've part
Quiet nights and lonely hearts
Depended on love my friend
There is a shadow of doubt
Behind the world of pain
A light of love all about
Lonely hearts in vain
Day breaks and days ends
And days spend away
Quiet nights depends
On lonely hearts at bay
7/12/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
A sketch of thoughts , a drawing mind
Sees beyond words , the heart's design
Someone i think , with intentions unclear
Misguiding my path , bringing forth fear
They say I'm too young to know the truth
But my heart beats strong with feelings anew
A friend so dear with words that align
Writing the same lines in a language unknown
Struggling to speak in tongues not his
Yet his heart speacks loud
He yearns to grow up and shed boyish ways
He want me to the the same
Yet I feel most me in my youthful skin
A boy at heart where I find my kin
In a dance of words and hearts that beat
We find our path , our own unique skill
Thought our words might align but our hearts may not
In this friendship we find our own
two hearts divided
unable to reconcile
love is a lost cause
The door slammed shut between us,
words we hurled still echo,
your empty chair haunts dinner,
I replay that night alone,
pride kept both our voices silent.
I remember your hands teaching mine
how to tie my shoelace,
you carried me on tired shoulders,
now I carry this silence,
missing the man who raised me.
Sundays once meant your laughter,
now they mean an empty phone,
I dial your number then hesitate,
sorry feels too small now,
but I am ready finally.
Come back Dad, I am waiting,
let us rebuild what we broke,
your son still needs his father,
two hearts too stubborn to bend,
let's be one family again.
Through walls of glass, the
naked daylight streams,
Exposing rooms where quiet
shadows rest.
Two lonely souls trapped in
forgotten dreams,
Each locked inside a cold,
separate nest.
The crystal palace lets the
world look in,
Yet blocks the warmth of
any healing word,
Beneath one roof, the
distance starts to win,
Their silent grief remains
unseen, and unheard.
The husband watches night
fall from his bed,
The wife lies staring at the
ceiling high,
The tender language of their
past is dead,
Replaced by echoes of a
heavy sigh.
This fragile fortress offers no
defense,
Where transparent walls
build a fortress wall,
The love they harbored,
once so deep and dense,
Now shatters softly as the
dark hours fall.
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