Long Plutonian Poems

The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Two of Three

For seven years it had been wickedly clever
Doing just enough to sate its wicked desires
When begged to stop. Alas it cried, never
Not until your soul rests...

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The Hypocrite


The Doubter hides behind religious guise,
Mistakes the raven for the pigeon in darkened skies.
His words beguile, twisting my skeletal fancy into a deceitful smile,
Espousing, “Darkness must be exposed by light”, all the while.
Release the...

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The Vessel pt. 2 - Leviæthan
 
                       I

'neath the grim pallor of a...

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In another life, maybe
You'd of been my wife, baby

You've shown me kindness
And been there for me
Took away my blindness
So I could suddenly see

The love you had to give
Was so good and grand
Felt good to finally...

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A written word wistfully wrought into a compendium grim,
Of the darkling ravens beset upon the plutonian shores,
Hither did your shapeless muse invade our psyche and vapid minds dim,
Edgar has retired his effete quill yet still
it...

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Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree

Once upon a midnight dreary,
As sands slip through life’s hourglass, eerie,
I pondered upon my penitent past,
And the regrets that will forever last.

Time, that wicked thief, has stolen away,
Leaving behind fragments of...

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Oh an ode to jenni mann 
To write an ode, oh an ode to jenni mann
Would be good, and proper. 
Fitting.

Fitting, not like the clothes your distant aunty gets you.
They never fit. 
Ill-fitting
Unlike writing an...

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I can’t get off how I’d like to get off
so I’ll have to get off soft

I can’t get loft how I’d like to get loft
so I don’t get loft oft

I want to face this thing...

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Deep into that darkness landscaping
By the grave I saw the quantum mechanics
The blackness covets the stars white dots so dramatic
Deep into that darkness space scraping

UNIVERSE-

By the grave I saw the quantum lights misbehaving
When I thought...

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Wings, as black as night 
Casting shadows on light 
Always, always tapping 
Disturbing those napping 
Tapping, tapping at a chamber door 

He never knew why I came 
Only hoping for something sane 
Hoping for lost...

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(1)
Send me some hug,
Can't fathom the cold

Send me some light,
And free me from this
Dark, deep, and plutonian pit.

Send me your heart
Through Eros's arrows
Five fathom deep
I'll come to life.

(2)
Feel my bosom
My warmth

Open the gift
There's a key
That...

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Best, not to arouse those shades from their fragile sleep that lie in thy hallow ground the realms of 

fragile sleep in lands of lost imagery cast away cracked things, springs, and mechanical deities ...

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Mr. Jones.
Why did you leave?
Mr. Jones? 
Why did you have to go?
Under chrome and glass, 
through the fire we dance
Dance, the rhythm of an age, 
dance the blues its
Hues run in time. 
Sliver traces arc...

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the sounds of the night desert me
my mind seized by ill-fates once more
as ripples dispatched by the ferry
lick down this plutonian shore

dark deeds in my lifetime like flotsam
sailing passed in the after-light gloom
arrested in moments...

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On those late nights,
  we shared our thoughts like cigarettes.
Your lipstick still adorns my collar,
  like a red badge of courage.
Throughout our lives we never cared enough,
  so what was one more...

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Some
(one)(thing)(where)
seething:sighing:spying
scatteringshatteringsputteringstammering
spiral-
i
n
g

A.
A life.
A lifeless life.
A zero (sum) life.

A Zero Man 
submerged in Plutonian dust
sliding on the ice of nullification
slipping onto icy swords
secreting icy words
scrambling in dicey discord
loitering in a byzantine empire
where benighted beasts
beat the drums &...

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Freudian Slip

Don't take this as a flippant quip
But you know what's showing?
Your Freudian Slip

You may think you're ultra hip
But your subconscious speaks 
Through the words that slip 

When you're flustered, try to get a grip
But...

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As I die no one holds my hand
I leave
As I die no one stands by
I sleep
As I die no one comes near
I wait

In the corner are hush hush whisperers
I listen
In the corner are angled faces
I...

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On the edge of infinity’s threshold,
I stand in observance of Jupiter.
This swirling planet, 
from the moon speaks to me
through centuries of travel;
light-years of secrets
yet to be unlocked.

From the present to the future,
visions unfold in my...

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Even to the realm of silence
I follow.
To primordial chaos
The specious zany follows.

Seemingly myopic,
my sepulchral glare.
Beware! Of conning eyes
you raider of fulfilled rapture.

I hound the hooded hound
for my demi-soul.
Adonis for Aphrophone
walks plutonian deeps.

Though, I come,
futility behind
scourges...

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