"animations" poems
An empty boat glides through a tide-less sea
Echos of thunderous silence reminisces the rowdy sailors once on board
Without fear they sailed across the dark waters
Without the knowledge of forthcoming doom they kept the spirits high
Navigation impaired by the wrath of silence, their abominable gaiety and preposterous hopes were muted for eternity
Life drained, flesh rotted, bones crumbled to dust, and the boat was filled with peaceful death
Though without an inhabitant it still continues to drift towards a predesitned chaos
Its calm trail behind disrupted by an impatient tranquility
Its still path ahead disallows all animations with an unfluent time
Yet it moves forward
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
Oh, what joy cats bring around.
With paws and meows and purrs abound.
Their petite size and cute faces
Lead us humans to give them much embraces.
GIFs and JIFs of cute animations
Will let them lay down the world's new foundations.
Long live the cats!
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
Hello, Poetry Incorporated,
how are you now, coming after
the world's 3rd breakdown?
Where do we go from here?
Here beside us now, another gift
after the deathly blows.After children entrusts
us yet again pieces of their lives and deaths to us.
A Japanese animation in the 1970s was banned
somewhere offshore. Not just because
the landowners who banned it was just evil,
Nor because one was "better than the other".
It was forbidden maybe because of many questions
still haunting us to and fro, beckoning us into
living our lives fully, not because of the light and dark,
but rather despite of it.
Like the dark and beautifully frightening
ocean tides that have capsized whaling ships
and yet have given birth to all our species.
Unlike many other animations,
the banned show did not have crudely offensive content.
It was a story of different people coming together
inside a big machine and operating it as one
as they manifest themselves as the Voltes Five.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
Main and master goal
I stand in gaze
In a gaze that admires you
I stand in amaze
And wonder
And wonder why all these thoughts ponder
Why these thoughts take priority above all other
These thoughts of you
That has lit a liquid-oxygen combusted fire
And now I stand trapped
Trapped in this legitimate feeling of attraction
My concentration depleted
My heart weeps
Weeps for the dungeon I've fallen in
My heart weeps
It weeps like a waterfall
Tears that keep running down the face of my heart
Your voice that resonates in my soul
Like a viral infection that has pierced my heart
Your beauty has undressed these naked eyes
Now
The only thought I have is you
My heart has changed its pattern into...
Into a pattern that spells your Name
I close my eyes and echoed images live in the darkness of these shut eyes
Your voice has broken the silence in me
For I have savored it
You relentlessly entered my heart
Engraved your name on it
Slowly I'm tearing in the inside
I'm going insane
Pain, no!
Affectionate attraction, Yes!
A weeping heart I have
A weeping heart that is manifesting it all
As in my manifestation
I ought to be the leader of the nation inside me
The creator of my inner creation
Forgotten about the future
I live in the past of your creation
For all that entirely matters in the near future is:
My main and master mission
In vision with my main and master goal
Past the sleepless nights' tension
Past the deception of animations artificiality and into all reality
Past my minds permission; it's approval
Exceeding my potential but placing me in that position
Disregarding all competition
I stand and watch in 3rd person perspective
My heart has risen like dust
Even though it's dark my shadow has betrayed me; your smile shines through like lights rays
The visible weeping heart is translucent
My thoughts have become wishes
Wishes exceeding my boundaries of limits
Because my mission and master goal is for you to be mine...
By: Magnus Master Robinson
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
*Sacramental Elixir & Illuminated Blues,
Experimental Flauntings Of Her Midsummer Hues,
Radioactive Eyes & Her Fairytale Lies,
Seductive Abuses Across The New Divide,
Vivid Intersections In Her Phenomenal Rage,
Shatterproof Reflections Splattered Upstage,
Midnight Passions Of Her Perplexed Lust,
Starlight Rains Glittering Hybrid Dusts,
Transitional Paradigms & Engineered Moans,
Theatrical Concoctions In Her Symphonic Tones,
Flirtatious Illuminations Under The Darkest Light,
Stained Animations Igniting Kryptonite,
Palisades Of Her Collated Reflections,
Cascades Emitting Her Sedated Projections,
Contraband Infatuation Resonating Magnetic Love,
Raving Constellations Provocating Atomic Dove,
Divine Catharsis Of Her Cupid Amour Eternity,
Valentine Bliss Mystifying Her Restrained Insanity,
Charismatic Futility & ****** Binge,
Cinematic Tranquility Emanating From Her Bulletproof Sins,
Neon Subways & Fragile Foreplays,
Sensual Arrays Of Her Red-Light Decays.
- 03:53AM -*
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
We strings of
parallel animations
stand apart
even if only by the
merest measure;
howbeit always of the
same instrument,
and we are eminent in the
Grand Design.
So as the human race
resonates
-frequently to the same tune-
we try to stay in time.
A silvery music
plays unerringly
when the
softly strummed
strings ring
in
harmony:
but if
as a
note sustains
and bends
we hear the cry
of
waning demons
and agents of evil
that shriek
in discord
and in strife
and in
dark echoes
of din,
we leave
them
to haunt
the arteries
of Hell
as a
furious ember,
while we
saved souls
rejoice
in the
pleasures
of
rapturous currents
ebbing
and
flowing
about
very elegantly,
like a swan
-a swan upon a perpetual
lake of timbre.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
The darkened corners of forgotten yesterdays clouded the view as the gaping maw of need stared across the chasm at necessity . Almost as if there was a reason for it’s contiguous constituency it reflected the myriad animations of it’s creator . Crystalline forms in infinite diversity beyond the subjective sublimations of mass crowded the integral forms of it’s subjugated spontaneities perversions as the well of it’s unity sang of the cause for it’s being .
The single-mindedness of it’s recumbent beginnings were all but lost to the ramifications of itself as the children of it’s repulsion waxed and waned .
The twinkling of an eye , the integration of ages , countless extrapolations of it’s *********** vanished into the nature of their being as the tainted refuse of their wanton progressions began their mutual processions back to the source , or wandered through the surrealistic ethereum of their eternally predestined nothingness .
Causalities purity reigned as all became the reason for it’s own creation , and vanished into the implosion of it’s own ***********
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 3:54 AM UTC
gloom looks so good on you
we're doomed. theres no room for two.
a stagnent game of islolation
ironic, chronic concentration
on rainy days
wet shadows play
the melancholy dries away
caught between a dying sun, a loaded gun, the ides of May.
****** ****** desolation
injected with the sweet sensation
in loving hate, you despise creation
we are deep. unconscious. animations.
i like, i hate, i love, i loath
schizophrenic panic mode
like me, hate me, love me cold.
i watch the stars
and stars implode.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
Night is always still and being alone is reasonable
stuck on a couch with hands in my pants like Al Bundy
I enjoy the old animations to rekindle my youth
At first I just knew it to be late night programming
but now its a laughing fit for the bald and the lonely
callers longing for that flirtatious, accepting voice
How do they know the lonely are with the late night?
When did the early hour become the time to persuade
love, lust, and empowerment of oneself?
the laughing stops and I wonder how much
insecurity there must be under the distant stars
How many of us wish we could go to sleep? maybe
its that unbearable coldness on the other side of the bed
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 6:19 AM UTC
The sparkling animations
of man the creator:
_glitter_
reflecting the inner source
The forgetful companion
forever drawn to Master's light,
remains easily tamed
by a starry night sky.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
we each have
our place to stand
a place always present
an aligned awareness
and sacred connection
joining dark to light..
discovery comes first
then remembering..
forgetting is easy
each place is hidden
alignment broken..
sensing ones place
intent brings focus
a movement we notice
shapes in motion..
surfaces rising
then returning to
rise again..
a torus in motion..
watch the jellyfsh
its pulsing survival..
the web also instructs
animations in
splendid variety
this sacred movement..
become the motion
discover your own..
experience then
a gentle rocking
inhale
centered and upward
to brilliant light..
exhale
light now filtered
shadow and pain
breathing
unending..
a docking station
now introduced..
awaits remembering
intention for use..
check the circuits
the cellular lights..
a new identity
now fully alive
ready connected and
now to fly...
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 10:08 PM UTC
This is a poem about being uncomfortable in your own skin.
Think small spaces,
Too warm,
Too soon.
A car crash.
Being trapped in an elevator.
Shifty eyes,
pure white lies.
Unclear shadows on a foggy night,
salty wounds left open for much too long.
Think about demolishing something,
that is perfectly fine as is.
Think about finally making love to the boy
with the softest lips you have ever tasted
And has those eyes,
Those eyes,
that remind you of home.
Think about the buzz in the middle of your stomach
And your eyes that oh so dramatically
roll to the back of your head
When your closest ones
Pick apart and analyze every aspect of your decision,
Critique
By
Critique.
One
Immoral
Choice
To
The
Next.
This is a poem about mistakes that aren’t truly mistakes
And lust and blood and bruises
And passionate kisses and risky decisions
And sleepless nights and dour girls.
And broken mirrors and ripped pages.
This is a poem about what has become your life.
-andrea
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
*Fairytale Evolutions,
Terminating Digital Mutations,
Simulated Sensations,
Transcendent Revolutions,
Hybrid Generations,
Altering Stagnant Amplifications,
Shape Shifting Constellations,
Sterilizing Implications,
Eliciting Blissful Animations,
Decoding Kaleidoscopic Flirtations,
Fabricating Holographic Dimensions,
Reflecting Labyrinth Ramifications,
Transgressional Diversifications,
Empathetic Extortion,
Serene Distortion,
Subversive Contortion,
Forging Conceptual Inoculations
Violating Illusionary Variations,
Incarnating Prototype Deviations,
Radiating Subtle Speculations,
Catalyzing Crystallized Civilizations.
-01:09AM*
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
in utter radiance two bodies meld,
in decadent tenderness; emanating
from one another in mindless bliss,
like silken sheets fluttering in a
midsummer day breeze; flapping out
a heart's symphony as each mellifluous
tune is carried along effortlessly of fallen
petals in an upward warm wind...alluring
when lips touch their essence is as
delicate and soft as a newborn's first
breath and visions of meadows as
burbling brooks eke out nature's
wonderous animations of life; hidden
amongst conifers naked seedling in
cones of yews procreative life...caressed
eyes gaze upon one another in trancelike
looks of longing; in ponderance of love's
accepting embrace, to feel it's enraptured
warmth; skyrocketing moans in resonating
tremors of gossamery affection...cloud nine
emerging gasps are born to undulate in
waves; awakening love's cupidity to be
forever within one another's limelight,
delighting each other's ambiance of
life's many truisms; our spirits bountiful
and serene as we live and love in our own
paradise on earth...in spirituality
becoming excited in our veracity to
understanding the complexities of
love and living in moments of bliss;
standing still vacuumed, absorbing
one another's vitality to be as one,
soulmates until heart and mind
collide in hungering want; holding
onto thoughts only we can see
within one another's eyes...heavenly love
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 3:54 AM UTC
Last night I dreamt that Google
was celebrating me
through one of its doodles.
It was the simplest of them all,
the most ordinary and vanilla -
common as a rock, low-pitched with a cherry on top.
You clicked on it and it didn't have any answers.
It showed nothing.
No sound was added,
no funky animations,
no gamification.
Corny and simple.
I think they did a pretty good job in celebrating me.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
Your parents are....
The Most Awesome
people you have ever
actually ever known
right now
In your world
on the Earth
as we know it -
Parents hung on,
made do,
but hung on
Kept up hope,
The living
The one-time
They out lived
1000s of years of evolution,
war
and
resolution
The lineage
of
The Earth
if they're still going;
Why aren't you?
Breed or be Bred
Automatons
Animations
the forgotten spark
You are
what
You are
Just...
don't forget
where you came from
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
Can we hold a breath,
some are like dandelions.
The seeds may disperse,
and we may try to clasp
upon them.
We may tenure a few,
but nevertheless
only certain animations
may linger.
But even though we
may lose so many.
The ones we have will
grow, and even
though some dissipated
beyond our reach.
A flower of
memories breathe on
in the wind
flourishing brighter
than before.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 6:19 AM UTC
The tree, standing there throughout the centuries,
Only moving to follow the idle sun and water.
Oh tree of all seasons, dost thou never get tired,
Of being the abode of many animations?
Of being the provider, without there being much provisions for thee?
Of the many generations that tread the to their own wishes?
Of being forever in one spot?
Thou tree of such soothing wisdom,
How many have cried to thee, and thou hast given them solace?
How many have wronged thee, and thou hast forgiven?
Thou uncomplaining tree, I admire thine own patience,
That neither tempest nor malice gestures canst shake.
Wilt thou please tell me of thine own secret of perseverance?
Oh tree of many seasons, I admire thine own,
Freedom from prejudices.
Oh generous tree, wilt thou please tell me of thy flowers?
That thou has wrought through a Mighty Power.
Oh how honored I am to have witnessed such majesty.
Thine grace is as permanent as time itself.
And one day I shall give a true account of thy accomplishments.
Thankful I am for thy verse,
For I, as a traveler, would be lost without it in the universe.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
I've seen the glass of your eyes,
as the glow brightly of a reflecting despair,
Desires of a searching heart; still unfound
as we've gone a couple rounds
To a cost of pleasure, divided in equal parts;
we are the amount of a harmonic ****** found
Seeking multiplication; hopefully not by mistake,
and parasites at the most, feeding on each other's side
longing to kiss your face, and losing my tongue in that
secret place
To make the sweetest of love- a wright,
a maker ironically who messes up your make up,
So wrong of me in such a feeling that feels so right,
a cloud of the night, who covers your eyes to the atmosphere,
Whether we weather this together, it isn't a goal of mine,
to get you to any point of dryness
And with all these kisses made of wine; red lips of passion,
with all of the kisses that don't taste less of the finest
Our silhouettes will be animations of our character,
climbing into bed lastly; as the final step of foreplay's ladder
I'm a little old fashioned, wearing myself down,
and wrinkling time with the intentions of leaving lines on your
body matter
No matter;
we'd play prior movie scenes with a little more action,
holding onto a moment in a body's lens- let's capture
The best parts of ourselves, for the best never lasts too long,
so we'd try to get the catchy parts to reminisce on its chorus
Like every popular and trending love song,
but I'm spending too much time on my own words
Especially for someone who has been waiting for so long,
so we'd best play into our desires like playing that song,
_"baby, let's get it on"_
Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 5:17 PM UTC
Enough is waiting for one
Enough is the searching for answers
Enough are the sacrifises made
Enough being treated like dirt
Enough are the lonely nights
Enough are the days crying out for a smile
Enough are fulfilling others dreams
Enough are these animations
It was an interim, Now its time to
Taste the untasted,Try the untried
Feel the unfelt,Do the undone
See the unseen,live the unlived
Its not much but its enough
To smoke my emotions
To pull me out of this illusion
To teach me the ugly truth
I found an inception to my life
The pursuit of hapiness has begun.
I give you two choices
watch me or join me.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
Shadows like severed limbs creep on pallid, festering fingers to surround me,
The strains of terror-filled, bloodcurdling screams rip through me.
Then your face before me, making grey sketches morph into technicolour animations.
I feel perversely happy in that moment.
Your lips curl upwards, a snarl; a sneer appears,
You stare, glare, for heavy seconds, searing straight through me; you never did see me I suppose.
You stare, and you stare, and you stare.
I cease to exist.
One excruciating second more; your eyes upon mine.
You walk away, and everything is black, unmoving.
You always said it, you always told me:
"I will let you down".
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 4:02 PM UTC
these are the moments
it's said. the quiet
the grass, the dirt, beneath
me.
the breeze a touch cold
these are the seconds the
transient frame-by-frame
animations slowed
a thousand fold.
Everyone is connected
I swear life is a game
of limbo of
cat's cradle. I swear
these are the
pauses
the breaks the
breaths in between.
all the chains:
these chords, these connections, these links
curled around our ankles.
I swear.
these are the moments
i'm alone.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
three beers in the morning
and i'm, as usual, laughing
into them,
i'm reading an article about
a girl drinking her way into
credit card debt, fun moments
at the bar, and blackouts;
me? i practice the arithmetic
of memory all the time,
every time i wake up i keep
my eyes closed and recount
my dreams,
or past experiences,
it's hard, i know, it's not as easy
as remembering a, b, c, 1, 2, 3,
that's easy, with memory you
have to filter out inanimate things,
they're always going to be there,
you want to cherish the animations,
and there's no encoding of that
as you might encode reciting a word
or the number of miles using the
above stress symbols -
memory is a tough one, it's so poorly
developed / nurtured that people
had to create imagination, a fictive awareness;
me? i like memorising my life,
i think it was great, so far, so too tomorrow;
drinking hardly impairs some of your
cognitive faculties, given you can bellow
out a pig's laugh while drinking on your own;
but i say, being bilingual, not able
to read philosophy in english,
i have this terrible black hole of not
being able to remember the names of the months
in polish... January February through to December
via October is fine... but Styczeń, Luty, Marzec...
huh? and i still can't be bothered to remember
the alphabetical sequence... what's the point?
you see a monkey dancing on the cranium
of a dancing bear anywhere?
me neither, i'd sequence the letters as:
a, e, i, o, u... b... etc.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 7:30 AM UTC
The darkened corners of forgotten yesterdays clouded the view as the gaping maw of need stared across the chasm at necessity . Almost as if there was a reason for its contiguous constituency it reflected the myriad animations of its creator . Crystalline forms in infinite diversity beyond the subjective sublimations of mass crowded the integral forms of its subjugated spontaneities perversions as the well of its unity sang of the cause for its being .
The single-mindedness of its recumbent beginnings were all but lost to the ramifications of itself as the children of its repulsion waxed and waned .
The twinkling of an eye , the integration of ages , countless extrapolations of its *********** vanished into the nature of their being as the tainted refuse of their wanton progressions began their mutual processions back to the source , or wandered through the surrealistic ethereum of their eternally predestined nothingness .
Causalities purity reigned as all became the reason for its own creation , and vanished into the implosion of its own ***********
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 3:27 PM UTC