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I Want to be One with Nature
I want to be in paradise on earth
Free from all disgusting man-made dirt.
Roll on grasses
With no itches
Soak in water
‘Til I'm cleaner
Breathe the fresh air
Shun all despair!
Make me one with God's prior creations
Filtering all worldly pollutions.
Sleep with the beasts
Feel them at least
Swim with fishes
Cleanse blemishes
Fly with the birds
Clouds we traverse!
Because I want to be one with nature
Making slower my mortal rupture.
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
While we know that the world is getting worse
As it orbits on elliptical path,
We, earth’s stewards still veer from right course
then give our mother nature wails and wrath.
Conflicts, wars, pollutions are prevalent
And we suffer a lot from climate change
Biodiversity loss... can’t prevent
Corruptions, poverty…now in wide range.
Global health issues are worse than before
Diseases spread faster at higher tolls
Don’t lose hope, miracle is at our door
These are God’s knocks from our repeated falls.
Pray harder and be guided by God's words,
Love and strong brotherhood will save our world.
NB:
Bible: Contains God's Words/ God’s Very Long Love Letter
A new beginning starts by moving from past
Making a brighter future for all tomorrow
Even when it means making hard choices
Right now means leaving a legacy to live
In a world where pollutions is slowly killing
Changing now can leave tomorrow childrens
An opportunity to thrive rather than die
what else could i write?
nothing’s left in my fight.
when all reluctant faces turn,
my eyes will darken and burn.
i thought of many solutions,
yet none have seized.
i brought in more pollutions,
in my life, i never pleased.
what else is in sight?
promising souls alight
in an upbring of my return,
from within a body i churn.
burnt and darkened eyes,
turn to a face that cries.
with nothing left in my fight,
what else could i possibly write?
there's a green space on
the grounds covered in shopping
bags burning trash air
polluted it seems
the rivers oceans and streams
pollutions man made
on fire can't breathe
so we drink dirty waters
cause that's all that's left
1/25/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Failing to comprehend the wickedness of mankind...
today with no solutions,
Deep breathing to destress myself
governing pollutions.
Bombarding my psyche
attacking my drive,
The greatest test in life
to purely stay alive.
Breathe slowly, Breathe slowly
now passing through the odd...
though the devil has his children
Still, I remain with God.
A tear drop
Skies cry, and cry, and cry, and cry.
A tear drop forms, it metamorphoses.
It freezes, becomes a snow flake.
Snow flake upon snow flake upon flake
merge, become a blanket atop mountains.
Time passes and they again metamorphose,
melt, join as one to become a trickle
sliding down the sides of rugged mountains.
Once again merging with so many to form
streams, brooks and with moving force
become mighty rivers flowing onward,
onward to become a whole, the world oceans.
Skies cry, and cry, and cry, and cry
for their tear drop no longer innocent and pure.
Within them are all the poisons, the pollutions
Mother Earth and mankind have spewed into the air.
They, the rain, the air we breathe carry within them,
within their genetic makeup, all the poisons, the pollutions
that feed Mother Earth and feed mankind, by his hand,
by his greed, has planted the seeds of our future demise.
One has to wonder just how wise is mankind ???
He poisons our lands, our seeds, our food stuffs!!!
Organic or animated, it is all the same to corporations.
Fill them with, spray them with chemicals that kill.
B. J. “A” 2
November 23rd, 2021
Man excuses himself
By accusing others
Hurting others tremendously
And building a wall isolating them
Wrapping himself with prolonged hatred
That hurts him eternally
Man excuses himself
By accusing the surroundings too
Spoiling them innocently
And hurting himself without knowledge
Suffering from the pressures and pollutions
Accumulated by himself
In his own cursed surroundoings
You asked me, death where is your sting?
Well to your, family and friends pain I bring.
Whose fault is that?
When I took your last breath.
Many bodies I put to rest.
When their faith are put to the test.
Now their bones laid in a shallow grave,
Hoped that they souls would be safe.
You challenged me,
Created viruses in a laboratory.
You always at war,
Want to be rich and ashamed to be poor.
You created your own destructions,
Substances abused, nature pollutions,
I think you all are confused.
I play by your rules.
You caused your own tragedies,
I only took you out, your miseries.
You welcomed me into your house,
Begged to take your friends even your spouse.
Now you cry, don’t want to say goodbye?
It is too late you have to live with your mistakes.
I will always be around a new body to found,
That is my sting, heartaches I bring.
We can all begin each day with firm resolutions
To do everything viewed as morally acceptable
Not causing problems, being a part of solutions.
Surrounding us already are too many pollutions
Believe not that our good acts are imperceptible
We can all begin each day with firm resolutions.
One person, one deed can start a revolution
Let it be from acts that are morally impeccable
Not causing problems, being a part of solutions.
We seek not for our moral goodness restitutions
A fault to which so many humans are susceptible,
We can all begin each day with firm resolutions.
Thinking this way leads to awesome conclusions
Everyone of us can be among the exceptional
Not causing problems, being a part of solutions.
The first step, I believe, is tomorrow’s execution
Of the will to make ourselves morally accessible,
We can all begin each day with firm resolutions
Not causing problems, being a part of solutions.
written July 19, 2021
Scientific productions
Man's destructions
Greeds brought them together
When encountered
They exploded
Producing debris
Called pollutions
For the nature
And the man
And their greeds too
I have frequently wondered about snow
When it melts, where does it go
Yet my ponderings too oft lead to pollutions
Preceding hurried late-night ablutions
The hate, the wait
the crimes, the times
endless situations occur
where is love?
why so much hatred?
amongst those that are known
where is the love? Some families are feuding
misguided confusion
air pollutions
germs and toxic environments
unemployment on the rises
flooding and unknown substances
water contaminated in some areas
the world in hate, in so many places
where is the love?
not getting along
no reason at all
just an unlike
some are scorned
where is the love?
making a difference
changing the atmospheres
showing your love
a legacy is known
giving a hug, changing a life
not bitter and always strife
within you, there is a goal
showing a smile is worth the while
more love is needed, not a lot of hate
Jesus died for us all
love standeth abroad.
Singing in the rain under partially clouded skies as light blue colors
Peep from the open canopy creating energy in an ocean of ecstasy.
Right after the rain recedes, Mother Wind breezes an arresting fragrance
Inhaled with the deepest of gratitude along with the hope of deflated pollutions.
Never mind that bright sunny summers filled with microwave heat are near,
God's Spring is so pure and exhilarating, even if only of short duration.
03292019PoSoupContest, Writing Challenge 6, March 2019-6 lines, Dear Heart
Tone to hear speaking handle tone gentle making.Tone a part of character and high torn makes to depart character.It kills first the character then until the body going to the creator.As a sword severing the throat of friendship.Horn and tone alike in making sound pollutions.Humps in music a pleasant but in songs unpleasant.For a dumb tone a mere dream,for a deaf like music.One to talk in high tone why? either he himself going deaf or telling something to someone deaf!
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