I am the Zombie
The Monster is my master
He’s the creator
The Zombie I am
Numbed-out, Psycho-extremer
Daemon demeanor
The Zombie I be
Doppelganger controls me
My animator
I be the Zombie
I can be me no longer
While Monster’s stronger
Zombie, Zombie, me
Husband, Wife, Father, Mother
Sister, Friend, Brother…
I, Zombie’s my name
The Monster takes center stage
Rage outside the cage
I go by Zombie
The Doppelganger has me
Once more in the breech
Zombie is my name
It’s my lonely claim to fame
I’m only the same
The Monster’s my frame
And my Daemon knows no shame
As he stakes his claim
Don’t know the reason
Must be their hunting season
Their hounds are legion
Me the Monster stakes
Both my mind and soul it takes
Help me for Heaven’s sake!
Daemon takes human
Doppelganger assumin’
My body through man
There is no saving
As I’m ranting and raving
It’s the proclaiming…
Categories:
animator, addiction, allusion, analogy, mental
Form: Haiku
Memo To The Cosmos
Speak softly to your children in their billions
Burning stars and planets planted in the dark
Avoid the void with colors you created
Started in the garden of your heart
Watered with the tears of ages parted there
Shared with the cosmic dust in their parade of days
The Great Animator of antimatter who made us all
Calls to you on the winds in angular momentum
Remember to always care
Absolute zeroes walk hand in hand
Deceleration parameters of the dark matter clamor
Cajole all things from nothing, shakes them into life
Remember cosmos, to close your eyes
In the explosions, reds and whites, blinding lights
Knit them into place
Ponder nuclear fission
House the gravity of souls with every hour
Sit on the emission distance. String the theories
Stitch them together
Inertia reminds you where you are today
Drift with it in silent vectors distance
Take inertia to heart
To the stars, to your little ones, your little heroes
Calculated by their zeroes
Take this memo to the Cosmos
Be light
Try not to be absorbed while being born
Categories:
animator, age, beautiful, creation, philosophy,
Form: Didactic
Ode to Animators
Whenever Artists are praised
Animators are not at all amazed-
For, they create Life and activity
from ideas from mind's captivity.
They sweat, they toil and do time
to create this live pantomime;
An Animator adeptly manages
life through such zany images.
The Greatest Artist of them all
is he who stirs life on the wall
by funny voice as of pantaloons
and mischief of similar cartoons.
For, Greatest Artist, if I may rate,
is he who kids can interest-
Adults having been kids once
relate to such infantile wants.
26th September 2013
Categories:
animator,
Form: Ode
A woman threw away a future that was very bright.
She murdered to join a gang and that wasn't right.
Killing somebody is the prerequisite of joining that violent gang.
She took a gun to an innocent man's house and "Bang!"
She was a talented artist, people thought she'd become a Disney Animator.
But this is a very evil woman, she's meaner than an alligator.
Killing to join a gang is terrible and a very stupid thing to do.
I wish that this hadn't really happened but sadly, it's true.
She decided to take her bright future and throw it away.
She was brought to justice and is being made to pay.
Categories:
animator, death, woman, future,
Form: Rhyme
Turn me on animator
I have nowhere else to go with these suit-cases
Will you play one for us tonight
If we promise to forget the plate glass?
Will you pick the noise from the silence?
The further the wager squanders,
My smile leaps across the maritime prospect
The mission trips along the ridges of my shoulders
My headlights are on, my reflector beam on low
Yesterday’s a question I haven’t posed yet
Tomorrow’s waiting on the best guess
Tonight I am whatever’s left
Piece of mind, pick of time
This statue won’t let off the reigns of my melancholia
Howbeit the masterful spinning plates of laughter lacerate my intention for breath
With words that I used to know...
Used to call my own
Used to be all I'd known
Turn me on an animator
The chalk fills the lining of the outside
Move out, move loud, move clout on the ground
Don’t make a sound
Christen the forest with your
Jig-step into the next house;
Rabbit hole off the attic bunk
Take a holiday and bring us back some lunch
Masks on ladies and gentlemen,
We’re walking on hands-free off the surface of the sun
Categories:
animator, adventure, beauty, me,
Form: Free verse