It’s summer but summer is a twinge of stacked pizza boxes.
I uncovered a lot of the previous sinkholes.
That wishing well was there for years and swelled up one day.
Gratitude is just a pin hole to get my money through.
I am animated.
Summer sludge and stuck in a healed body.
That got healed so fast the glue became tacky again.
I am animated.
Got to the end of that stuff.
And reset with a silly pun.
Flows fountain of delight,
enwraps the parched spirit.
Drink glee philtre sated,
leap dazed with fulfillment.
Charm dreams show
slow motion
scenes you know
owe your joy
when stars glow.
Have you ever met an animated nose burger?
Wait. She might spell herself as bugger.
Anyway, I have one.
She wears a diamond tiara and puts on airs.
She makes me call her “your majesty”.
I had to buy her a furry robe.
It makes me sneeze, but she cares not.
She refuses to let me dig her out.
I am terrified of her assertiveness.
“Put that down!” she commands as I pick up a tissue
Everyone acting as if it's not ok to be flawed
We're all humans and have battle scars
But not you
See you animated want people to believe what they can't see
Want the crowd to believe you rich and highly educated
But in all reality you not and your extremely animated
Screaming to your freinds and family you finally made it
Because your cloths look good with the shoes to match
But can't afford nothing else after you buy that
Steady Screaming your pockets so fat probably don't have enough to buy a coke
In reality your dead broke
I don't know why you do the things you do you a character
The animated you
subtle mild tremor
that uplifts our heart
embraced and imbibed
delights bubbling innocence
thriving on the offered surprise
within the time continuum
that replenishes gifts
moment to moment
if we be aware
04-January-2023
Poised, ready to leap,
yet the peace we keep,
animated thus,
steady our focus.
Our crown’s ignited
and heart’s delighted
at rapture’s fullness,
brought forth in stillness.
How may we describe
the joy we imbibe,
simply being still,
as voids within fill?
22-June-2022
Stick figures
In shadows running dominoes
Savoring the synopsis
of the multitudes clamoring
Against the forces stripped of gratitude
Hearing the voices of death choirs singing loudly
Silent bogus is the boogie dancing in the streets dire
Animated conglomerate
3/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 3022
Come forth a mannequin
And let us us back into the winds
Let's us conquerors the horizons
Let the solar flares wave
I don't know how I
Do I amber hollow the greens of time to unwind
Resurrection composed terrain
Animated Humanity
4/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Ripples through the translucent lake
Breaking inanimate ground
All all all
A call that shatters
The silence.
A sunrise bursts the
Darkened planet
Eyes open,
Air moving,
Breathing.
Inhale receding
Exhale returning
Animated once more
Once, a long, long time ago
in a land, far, far away;
lived a courageous princess,
whose heart believed in fairies.
The folklore of the day was
on spotting a fairy fly
make a wish, and it'd either
grant you that wish, or kill you.
So, let me tell you a tale
of the day she made a wish;
and why she came to venture
to the woods where fairies flew.
Be it truth or make-believe
she was afraid of nothing,
never letting herself be
intimidated by fear.
She spied a fairy in flight,
like an animated spark;
whose fiery, luminous wings,
left a trail of sparkling dust.
And she bravely made her wish
before the fairy vanished:
and yet, never told a soul
what she'd secretly wished for.
But, it's said the villagers
never went hungry again;
and everyone wore a smile,
although nobody knew why.
I'M JUST AN ECCENTRIC POET
WITH AN ANIMATED MIND
I'M JUST TRAVELING BACK AN FORTH
THROUGH BOTH SPACE AND TIME
THAT NEW WORLD ORDER
IS ORGANIZED UGLY CRIME
ULTRA LOW FREQUENCY
DRILLED INTO MY MIND
PAID BY GLOBAL OLIGARCHS
A VERY MINIMUM WAGE
TO KEEP THE NON CONFORMIST
LOCK INSIDE A CAGE
WE TRAINED OUT IN THE DESERT
BACK IN THE YEAR FIFTEEN
TO TAKE OVER A CITY
AND EVERYTHING THAT'S SEEN
ILLEGAL, NON-CONFORMIST
RESISTANCE AS THEY ARE KNOWN
WILL BE HUNTED DOWN ON FOOT
AND FROM THE SKIES BY ALL THE DRONES
IT'S MY UNDERSTANDING
THEIR FUTURE LOOKS MIGHTY DIM
WITH TORTURE DEATH AND MAYHEM
WAITING TO BEGIN
IT SEEMED JUST LIKE A MOVIE
SI-FI ONE AT THAT
NEW WORLD ORDER
OR JUST THE MEN IN BLACK
I'M JUST AN ECCENTRIC POET
WITH AN ANIMATED MIND
I'M JUST TRAVELING BACK AND FORTH
THROUGH BOTH SPACE AND TIME
Beach time freedom-
lovers frolic gleefully
on the sandy shore.
As I unwind my thoughts to leave behind
Darkness and grime that weathered my heart
Tangled l lay foetus like, messed up in disarray
Hurting, like icecle wedged in my heart
frozen my sense denying me vision
My soul breaches the tomb wherein enclosed
Insidiously my heart beguiled by lust
Entrapped herself in a web of deceit
Parched were my lips from the blistering heat
From within my loins a rage engulfed
Shreik that split my thoughts in two
Night she withered in fear, moon she wilted in vain
Searing all within her reach
Those who deceived my tender heart
Who never knew to tell apart
I love the shrek in me.
.......
Wonderful fantasies and dreams
Happy New year
Dwelling with the gracious Lord
Traces righteousness and worthiness
Enlivening my glum life
Dwelling with the Almighty
Embraces blessings and gratefulness
Animating His faithful life
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Lovely dreams; purple caribous and pink giraffes amid marvels placebo cycles....
Twineful fertile world always trying to inject its truisms twinkling
Twenty milligrams of cloaked melancholy; and misery loves company?!
As gazing into the storefront window at the merry made mannequins
Wearing their mystical montage apparels; with bipolar pixies pointing
Unto the animated star of recollection, during this narcissistics season....
Manna, while as lavender chimpanzees and yellow sagebrush kangaroos
Gather with the pink giraffes and purple caribous, afore this storefront windows
Relected fiascos injecting, twenty milligrams of placebo into melancholies
Mannequins, always trying to steal away the innocence in truisms dreams!?
Twinkling within their marvels cycle of narcissistics, misery loves companies....
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....“Animated Montage Manna” ~
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