I shed tears every night, unseen,
For dreams I’ve lost, for what has been.
The silence speaks of wounds so deep,
A restless soul that cannot sleep.
Each tear that falls, a story untold,
Of love, of pain, of days grown cold.
I carry burdens no one can see,
A heart that longs, yet cannot be free.
I call to Allah in whispered tones,
With trembling hands and aching bones.
"Grant me strength," my prayer remains,
"To endure this life, its countless pains."
The night becomes my closest friend,
A witness to the tears I send.
Yet in the dark, a hope does shine,
That His mercy will one day be mine.
So I shed tears every night, sincere,
For a brighter dawn to draw near.
For peace, for love, for a tranquil heart,
For a life where sorrows will depart.
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
Stained raining forth shadowing grows.
Flows aloft, a top my minds membrane;
This be new day dawning
Sometime placement now
This new provisions shroud
Standing outside of time
Yet holding inside of time
Remember the former things
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
I don’t remember the former things;
Yet I do? My Elohim Father tells me;
Remember the former things;
Remember the former things,
In resolution in my his-story
I so my soul recalls
I am not of the earthen grounds
I am that I am birth from the heavenly
Remember the former things,
I am resound placed in a tunnel
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
A fore runner of my generational-pride
Left the Father and angels’ side
Come through the tunnel
Energy whole placed in a vessel my spirit,
Soul Remember the former things,
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
Stained raining forth shadowing grows.
Flows aloft, a top my minds membrane;
This be new day dawning...
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
4/5/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2024
Trees shed leaves
A mother sheds her tears and sweats
Trees lose their glories
A mother loses her youth
Trees offer a dappled shade
A mother offers protection and love
Trees leave baldness and rings in their trunks
A mother leaves an everlasting memory and a precious love
In her children's heart
Clouds shed tears for a poetic muse
who never read the prose meant for them;
A writer left with no way to choose,
words left spiraling and overwhelmed;
All of their verse simply begins to mount;
a thunderstorm out of nowhere;
Exploding with bangs crying out
the one who matters just doesn’t care;
Flooded with the ink of a seething storm
weathering whether you read a syllable,
lightning bolts turn paper into a poem
infuriated for the broken and invisible.
Will She Shed Tears On My Headstone
When my ghost and I fade away
into earth's breast that final day
shall I rest in paradise hills
or as a fish among the rills
lay beneath blue of foaming seas
leaving these olden bones in me?
When this earthen spirit takes flight
flying from worry and world's blight
can looking back it then realize
life and love were the greatest prize
or would sorrows its sight then blind
love's sweet remnants from mortal mind.
When body is laid underground
music plays, yet heard is no sound
could her image and love give aid
to heal the wounds regrets have made?
When life flees and I rest alone.
Will she shed tears on my headstone?
Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2020
Rhyme, ( Pondering Thoughts Born Before Death Arrives )
Imagine you were a ball if you could
Being whacked by a long piece of wood
Pain would be severe
Can balls shed tears
Probably less painful than used as firewood
CLOSED EYES SHED TEARS
I close my eyes, it the sunset;
I shed my tears;
Cry for man, makes raining;
Opened mouth;
No longer quite;
Speak, the words;
Create, thus, it be so;
So be it
10/29/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
If my last words were carved into stone
And rested upon my grave,
I'd speak out to you I am not alone
God, walks with me today.
By now he has taken, away all my pain
And showed me streets of gold,
So not another tear, come morning
Just that last one, then let me go.
Because now, I will drink from fountains
Where there's petals all a float,
And rest upon the water,
Without a paddle or a boat.
I'll feel the sun upon my face
For the first time, without the heat.
I'll be able to walk through the snow,
Without the cold, freezing my feet.
By now, I'm hearing nothing,
But the laughter,
And smiles through the air,
So don't shed tears for me,
You are the one, who must stay there.