hot and tropical
steam rises from leafy vines
begging for relief
Fredo got me and the gang
A primeval chord inside me rang
We went together on patrol
On the territory rebels had stole.
We saw him then, once one of ours
He tried to hide; you could see him cower
We kicked him, pounded till he was dead
It was a hoot, the blood we shed.
Then I noticed a creature further back
She was a human who I don't attack.
She shed tears and wrote in a pad
She had just learned that we could be bad.
She had bottle-fed me when I was a child
But a chimp is always part of the wild.
Can't blame us for ganging up on a foe
Its in the DNA, its how the winds blow.
My remote relative looked at his socials online
He noticed a trend to call Mary a swine.
He unfriended her, Mary gave a sob
Something primeval in the call of the mob.
Between Chimp and Man about 8 million years
We're still too close, it appears.
Some say evolution is not correct.
But why such an irrational intellect?
Nilgiri's rainforest
trekking in dark night
A tiger's roar shearing night
Rain, blessing away the past
Rushing beads, a gentle song
Laughing at skies, overcast
Almost a prayer, spoken
Lips who have prayed all along
Whispers to a heart, broken
Stirring the spirit, in waves
Clouds floating by, is it wrong?
Flowing over the lost graves
Winds caress the trees, blowing
Leaves swaying, so brave and strong
Night kisses streams who’re flowing
Echoes on edge of starlight
Drizzling showers who belong
Drifting on the still of night
Jewels like light, hearts who know
Heaven has healed by birdsong
Timeless notes of joy, so slow
Erasing the host of dust
Fallen on those so headstrong
This rainfall blesses the just
Silent nights beneath sprinkles
Gentle tears, faith to prolong
As souls feel high, eye twinkles
With music from the rain’s tune
Singing praise all the daylong
Not so dire as a monsoon
Dreamscape
Only in a dream can you come and share this dream.
I am in it, and you are here too.
Oneness.
In this sacred space where time ends,
We exist only in inner light.
As we jump into this atmosphere, we find
deep, alien oceans of parallel intimacy.
Vanishing by one step,
In closeness, we take off.
We fly, dreaming of a World 2.0,
consciously interconnecting on a deeper level.
Here in our space station: one plus one.
Never-ending while we dream,
Stars are all around us.
Mirrorality-no boundaries here.
Alone, together.
You are orbiting my universal odyssey
In this digital nomad’s journey,
taking us on an unforgettable moment that glides.
We have left the shores of the physical,
A thousand light-years from yesterday
We once knew.
In this world 2.0, our love is the code,
Written in the stars, gliding forever.
Enlightening my senses like the first wave to the shore.
Illuminating my thoughts like never before.
To see it is true, we need to make a better world for the next generation,
but also we need to make a better next generation for the earth's salvation.
Pillaged by man's hand.
A forest now a wasteland.
We must take a stand.
A chill in the air
For the old, unfair
Joints stiff, in pain
Without the rain
Equatorial the clime
Temperate, prime time
The laptop hums
As it does its sums
Counting viruses new
Ebola, others, a few
Plandemic tick
Effects like Arsenic
The board isn't straight because of the termites, ....Whose laser has melted likened ice, melts to water
....Crooked, is the board that has troubled the rain....
5/8/26
by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
If my body is a temple,
Then my temple is a forest.
A place of worship built by God himself
With arches of thick tree canopies.
And steps to the throne, roots and brush and earth and dirt.
The choirs are the birds, the wind and patterings of prey.
Why isn’t the forest as good a temple as any?
Is my temple less to you
Because the machines have torn down my trees,
Or the blood in my soil upon which life is built
Disgusts you?
But these rampant canyons of trees and sweet smelling wildflowers
Are the offerings I can bring to the one who loves my soul.
And as He brings the sunset
I stretch my limbs to trickle light through the halls of this sanctuary.
It is not as formal
As you would have it.
But it pleases Him the same.
And though I have been torn down time and time,
He constantly grows new life, again and again.
This broken body, He raises up over and over.
Evergreen and eternal.
What could make a better temple than a forest?
synthetic
fake, manufactured
enduring, lasting, unyielding
fabric, plastic, forests, lakes
burning, contaminating, corrupting
vulnerable, delicate
natural
A heavy mist upon the glass,
A specter of a love once known,
The silvered shadows as they pass,
In seeds of silence, softly sown.
A haunting pulse, a romantic chill,
A melody that drifts and sighs,
Where every aching heart is still,
Underneath the hollow skies.
You are the echo, the breath, the ghost,
A beautiful and vast unknown,
The one the spirit craves the most,
Upon the dark and starlit throne.
In the afterglow, we fade away,
A mystery the woods will keep,
Where golden light and shadows play,
While the weary forest seeks its sleep.
The beautiful Amazonian forest
surrounds me,
It's crispy, clean air envelopes me, and hungrily I inhale,
This New Year, the echoes of fear still in my soul, one by one, eagerly I exhale,
To the gentle, cool breeze,
I softly whisper, "Drown them all in the depths of the sea."
Among the lushness of its canopy,
there is a riot of colours dotted everywhere,
Lost in its serenity and silence,
Abruptly, prattling sounds suddenly brought me back down to reality,
A pandemonium of Amazons appeared.
In this New Year with a soul now free
from fear,
I shall enjoy each step of the way, for
time draws near,
No fuss or worry, just going with the
flow,
Appreciating the beauty in each day,
as they come and go.
by Zyrool
2/2026
Musing through its morning haze, the jungle mountain begs for my infatuation. A nearby dog fails to resume its circular rhetoric and something closes the eye. Silence descends like fresh oil, drizzling through my rebellious long hair and down across my zippered lips. My kingdom can go to hell. Behind the closed another opens as the child hears the jungle morning shift talking to Aioue about today’s purity. A minimalist’s symphony. In suspended moments, I am the mountain. I don’t need Jesus. I am Jesus. Neither son nor father, husband or mystic. I am. Silence drips down like fresh oil. Virgin nectar. One dangling drop at the end of my nose, mightily pausing the unsilent inevitable.
A ticking clock or a buggered marriage. Another dog mounts its bully pulpit. Cigarette smoke from the contractors next door gang rape the virgin jungle jasmine. The party is over.
Was it besmirchment or carnal knowledge?
Innocence is lost
Or reality is found
I cannot say which
Green and yellow,
Lime of sunrise before,
Orange in front,
Rhymes on the board,
Queen of Saba goes to North,
Cross with rainbow,
From Bethlehem to Luxor,
It signifies no slay, no rob,
Shoot the sheriff of sorrow,
Rightness of heart not wrong,
Notes are colors,
My song and psalm,
The road of hope,
God of love above,
I don't stop like arrow,
The sword one on one,
Icon of one vagabond,
The world around,
Stopping the pale albatross, this storm,
Like a contractor the Patriot,
But precise, Ivanhoe, more,
Gone and not gone,
Noe with the Dove.
Jump, climb, chase, and growl
A feline menace is on the prowl
Giant cats that sleep in trees
Unleashed, they just want to be free
A coat of many tricolored dots
Roaming the forest where it gets hot
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