Have you ever heard my voice?
It's not mine, but of my soul,
Calling you, my solstice-
Come silently and console.
The day forever remains incomplete
Unless the light of sun illuminates it;
So too my soul is adrift,
Until the radiance of yours embraces it.
The lips that speak
Those perverse words
Are often misspelled
Mostly unheard.
5/8/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
complaints unheard rise,
strikes,bands,blockades,clash in streets.
curfew cloaks the peace.
season's rain comes down-
no passage left to flow through;
ponds gone, all encroached.
barren hills lie still
rain rushes wild, rivers swelling
overflowing rage.
rain's soothing noise dreadful,
yet the fresh plowed fields waiting
for the green reborn.
frail cycle decays,
endless wait for cries to sound;
complaints long unheard.
I woke at three when duty called,
The night was quiet, the world so small.
But then I heard a gentle sound,
The plastic covers moving around.
By day they stir, yet go unheard,
Lost in the rush of every word.
But in the night their voices stay,
So clear, they will not fade away.
Somethings are heard better when the world stays still.
Accepting death not for the first time
It has been for several decades
The soul never spends a life fully
Every time it ends cynically
Once it happened due to starvation
The sinless soul obeyed destiny
Became a prey for fusion power
When it took shelter in a soldier
The six enemies trigger the mind
The counter factors of mental peace
Unheard slaughter by unseen virus
Can man flee from nature's aggression?
Every time a new impediment
Race, region, economy, ego
Vicious and sharp clutches of man-made
Is there an end for this agony?
Place: 3 rd
A memory, a whisper, a long forgotten time I listen. I hope still nothing, is there a point will there be an answer silents. How long to wait time unknown. In the end, forgotten lost.
A memory of lost time I hoped you would hear me. My voice goes unheard. I am that memory of that whisper floating in nothingness.
Rain's eloquent sorrow, unheard when
Youth's surge was proceeding
More impressionably wrung out of
A subsequent heeding.
Talk, once run-related, spluttered
In meaninglessness about
Struck of, when night-slouched, prints for
Loneliness leaves no doubt.
i remember being a child
longing for someone to hear my scream
a scream i never screamed
a cry i never cried
feeling like i was the only one with eyes
wishing someone was wise enough to see
what was happening
begging someone to realize
how broken
my lonely heart really was
There is music in the silence, in the rest of unheard notes. That is where I hold my breath. Where the universe spins out its code for me to read. I watch as the unfallen sky reveals her mystery. Language unfolds in choreography, dancing between each blink of intention.
But I have questions
If time is not real, then what are we?
Poison and the cure, she screams at crashing volumes. No one sees.
I lay in the soporific sequel, turning over in the concavity of restlessness. Trials of the past collide with warm static forming variations of need. They are all tied to strings. She strums them with shades of night. The unfallen sky weeps. No one is listening.
Stress cannibalizes stones hungry for frailty but each is weighted in expectation. High caloric bites of the unknown. Bitter tones of perceived reality. The answer is in everything we devour. In the stillness of cognition yet all we do is eat.
The mother feeds
The mother weeps
Begging for her witness
As they all sleep soundly in her suffering
I gave my all,
only to be unseen.
Numb.
Broken.
Another man told to "carry it."
But I'm done pretending.
I hurt.
I matter.
And even if no one hears me
I hear me.
the orphaned child gazed at the moon
consoled not by love from afar
he sat alone, holding a spoon
stark solitude was his soul’s scar
the lamp in the sky has its moods
the orphaned child gazed the moon
when it is pitch dark, his heart broods
callous too seems, the sun at noon
“if God’s real, grant me love’s boon
that tender touch of mother’s kiss”
the orphaned child gazed the moon
“get me out of this dark abyss”
choosing to take all life along
with God he began to commune
his spirit then sang a love song
the orphaned child gazed at the moon
I listen through my watery eyes
without sound or syllable
I harken with an open state
drawing your fervent glance
Do not look away break eye contact
a malable conclusion is sought
For there we guard our precious
hearts,
When we listen with our watery eyes.
I listen through my watery eyes
without sound or syllable
I harken with an open state
drawing your fervent glance
Do not look away break eye contact
a malable conclusion is sought
For there we guard our precious
hearts,
When we listen with our watery eyes.
The heart feels heavy, dark as night,
A burden deep, a fading light.
The pain may seem to be the same,
Yet reasons shift like flickering flame.
They say, “Just share, don’t hold it in,
A friend, a kin—let trust begin.”
But life’s not fair to all who seek,
Some find warmth, while others weep.
And so, in ink, the sorrow flows,
A whispered voice the silence knows.
Through lines of verse, the lost can see,
That solitude may set them free.
"a featured poem in THE LANGUAGE OF LONELY SHADOWS ANTHOLOGY BY POET MISHECK Y KACHISUZI"
THE UNHEARD
A forgotten melody
Blows through the windows of pain
Tears fall, doubts remain
A sorrowful refrain
War’s dark shadows looms near
Massacres, hopes laid low in fear
Innocent lives lost, memories scarred
Forever changed, hearts marred
Leaving loss, heartbreak displayed
Riffles silence smiles
Blood soaked in exchanging gunshots
Forever battles, in tragic miles
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