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The Daily Mornings of Strange Automatons

"The Daily Mornings of Strange Automatons"

lucid dreams 
those clouds convey
the hidden mysteries
of waking chariots
sucked up in the vortex
heliographs flashing
the silver 
yo-yo strings 
we are like puppets
played for codes 
with buried meanings
transcribed animations
staggered routine automatons 
covered in words of babel
strange hieroglyphs felt
like braille the feelings
understood misunderstood
spoken mirror images
held to the open caves
of mouths breathing 
breath like fog 
polishing time
inhale exhale
away

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

The Elementals

Personification of the Elements – 9-1-23
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The Elementals

Frigid currents gather stirring
Mists to rain hail in fists of fire and ice
From fractured magma stone eruptions
Crust and fire collide
In melted tornados 
In hollows where minerals hitchhike 
Into purple ruby hazes
Igneous bursts into fevered conundrums
Where four elementals convene
In cryptic crystals, intoxicated by emerald,
Fused laughing enigmas,
Shedding molten aqua teardrops,
Where fire and fury reside
Imprisoned in liquid stone,
Sparkling matrix thunders,
Compressed grit in animations
Of clear-cut brilliance 
The Elementals speak
In captured eternal flames, 
Water, stone and breath.

His Embrace

Floating in the air, clinging to a beam of light
Dust particles drift in and out of the soft rays
Bound to create a gentle place of worshipful
Promises within the caress of their wandering
Praise that seems to carry with it a silent prayer

Hovering in the gleaming sparks of a sunny day
The glittering brush of particles create an aura of
Mystery, sensitive to the creator’s hand of grace
Amid the image captured by time, colored in hues
Of amber waves, animations of the still, small voice

God whispers faith, hope and love amid the sparkling
Glimmers of hovering specks that wander aimlessly
Along the smiling sunshine shafts of elegant, weightless
Wispy glow that comes from the heavens and fills us
With a mysterious joy from knowing His warm embrace






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Web Limits

By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/ 



WWW shows directions;

Phrases soothe one’s emotion,

But limits configure to custom animations;

No to full show for security reason.



My nod and apology flow on the freeway: 

“Coded in the web; viewed by the public”;

That slur online flushes at twilight,

My warmest acceptance at daylight.



It seems that Campakas river flows 

And divides my interest and my emotion;

It's a boulder nearby, so strong and unmoved,

Flattens my heart; and my nerves keep stumbled.

Holiday Haze and Holler

The Boasting sun explain its rays 
blare glare glare let the seasons charm
Assemble its warm 
Hey there we're here

Thanksgiving gone merry on 
Sharing days of Hardy laughter
Sharing is fair, what comes after
Animations of 

aggravations nations BLOOM
AND BLOOM AGAIN 
Cheer cheer world's fair and fairer
Then flare-up maximum cheers

Holiday haze here
 monumental  craze
Christmas is upon us
Gracious holidays

My dear eggnog laced
With pleasurable 
Sensation all the 
Merrier happy holiday

No objection here freer 
Freer share care at the gates
Hollering to make a Major mention
At the gates cheer cheers 

Holler holler louder 
We declare we declare 
Outrageousness sprinkling
Courageousness  ALL HAIL NEW YEAR  

Who shall we ever be
With flawless dignity we
Have tempered forceful greetings
Destined and determined to be free

Autumn Dance

As you dance among the leaves absorbing Autumns chilly breeze
Umbrella of colors brain ingests assists minds eye a peaceful rest
Totally brings you to your knees this peaceful landscape of the trees
Upon your eyes, gloriously pleased, boredom appeased, animations crest
Memory engages raking hordes of leaves as they slowly became deceased
Natures frequency of positive ion charged crisp cool air digest 

Dance Now, Canvas doesn't capture rapture
Audible, amplified wind drifting hisses 
Numerous leaves, blowing their own individual bliss dispatcher 
Cleansing whirlwind whips frosted kisses
Enticing ciders, cinnamon and carved faced pumpkins to fracture



9/4/2017

Stories

Stories are mixture of emotions
Ethics, thoughts, messages in verbal motion
Threads of ages, more mature in milestones
Grandparents’ modulations, mimics and memories
Originated as a medium of self-expression
Flourished as a wand of promotion
Reaching to urban and rural world
Conquering trust and quorum
Introduced as a taste of creativity
Bloomed into a ubiquitous flavour
Energizing kids, kith and kin with kittens and king
Boredom was kicked out with kinetic knock.
Supple of fables, graphics and animations
From dawn to dusk; elder to younger; it’s a companion.

Hieroglyphs and Holograms

Hieroglyphs etched upon rock walls
Leave clues for future observations.
Egyptian artists in ancient times
Told their stories in animations.

Holograms are recent constructions
That employ 3-D displays
On two dimensional surfaces,
On which its objects amaze.

A River of Sorrows

Slowly fading away into a world of what once was.
 Imagines in the sky he looks to reflect animations of days gone by
And clarity appears to be increasingly more difficult to distinguish
And the fear of perishing from a wasted life fills him with doubts and illusion.
      Clasped tightly in hand lies a faded picture of a young man;
      Perhaps once a rebel that stands arm in arm next to a beautiful young woman 
      With infant in hand and a light in her eyes that he knows;
       Is gone now because of him.
 And while peering between various hanging strands of his colorless hair;
He notices the gray reflects not only the faded losses of color
 But also the distorted reflections of truth and love that pull like an anchor
And haunts his broken heart as he struggles to stay afloat

The Dancer's Heart

I never did see a more beautiful expression
As if all four seasons had exploded
Imploded, eroded all the somber
A wonder so delicate...an art she exposed
Utterly unopposed is the dancers heart
animations of vibrations move through her
A Van Gogh of flow
like aged, cellared Bordeux
Wreathes of wind, sun and soul weave
down around her roots through her being
freeing sensations into the air
As if with Gaia's divine love affair. 
Eyes drawn and beating heart unconcealed
She wields her radical, energetic shield...
The power to heal, to breathe, to love
above the brilliant sun, moon and stars
Oh what an orchestrated art in tune.
Spirit calls out to her from Earth
The birth of sound and soul unearthed
Oh what an art i've observed
To preserve the true art of a dancer's heart.

We, the Moon Watchers

They used to call us moon watchers,
our eyes of guardian drones
gazing the random access points
of a diverting canvas of sleeping dreams.

My father’s old telescope shows me your surface,
your craters in which your skeletons may hide,
or where your cold rocks lay
without motion.

You must feel alone,
the uninhabited space much vacant,
the stars much too distant
to communicate.

Oh, but fragile moon, take heed of this:
we shall remain as your shadows,
animations of the hills that connect the valley’s still.
Sincerely, we, the moon watchers.

I Look Away

How powerful are the actions of our heart?
Our tongue forms the words that tear others apart.
Deeper into the darkness of hate,
head down, behind locked gate.
Feet shuffle not lifting up,
hands dirty with empty cup.
Truth shines on the sorrows of past,
how long will the coldness last?

I look away…

3D animations look so real,
pull me in; tell me what’s the deal?
Let me guide another’s life,
I got the answers, cut like a knife. 
Eyes hazed over hiding the truth,
great big smile at the kissing booth!
The darkness shines brightest at this time of day,
I thought I had the answers; hear what I say?

I look away…

I retreat to the solitude of my own little world,
hiding and sulking in a life unfurled.
Deep beneath the layers like blankets in winter,
hiding the hand with finger and splinter.
Don’t reach out if your not going to stay,
don’t even look just turn and walk away.
I wont raise my face or even show my eyes,
I’m tired of smiling into the face of lies…

I look away…

Winnie, Mickey, and Minnie

“Edward Bear” is this creature’s official name.
However, as “Winnie the Pooh”, he has achieved fame.
He is another great Disney creation.
Winnie is a product of creative animation.

Have you ever seen a cartoon titled “Steamboat Willie”?
That was the first appearance of a mouse named “Mickey”.
He has a cute little lady friend we all call “Minnie”.
They are also products of animations.
Together, they have entertained several generations.

For many more generations, they will stick around.
In Disney animated features they all can be found.

Robert Pettit
January 24, 2013

Divinity's Nectar

Such sweet savor swills upon what’s wild nectar
Surrenders humming bird unto blossom’s honey dew
As do intoxications within a wildflower 
Amid the recent fallen rain of mid-summer’s afternoon

Then why can’t we be as one among nature’s inspiration
And strip away sheer souls to nude
Bathe ourselves in myths of fairy love
To grasp at each other’s lasting breath in which to be renewed

If summer breezes mere gentle sways 
The mighty oak and cool the August desert plains
Then this a benevolent touch thus softer
Can this heart of kindred spirit change its lost and sullen ways

Where upon Earth’s stage animations as creation’s players
A journey, in this love we shall spark forever
When it emulates resurrection in seasons of Aprils and the Mays 
Then the swill becomes much sweeter when partook of divinity’s nectar
…Becoming one in the “Miracles of wonder” united upon this day

Sin-Stained Afflictions

hallucinogens of the unsound mind
anesthetic figures state their somber positions
the commodities of their mirthless smiles reast unconfined
i'm writhing from their false amorous animations

i romance with death dancing in the winter lights 
in malevolence i sing my sorrow.  prying it will end
trying not to impede the unhappy yet happy ones rights
i freeze a smile upon my face to be with the fashioned wind

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