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I was born beneath Plutonian skies,
Where silence held the scream of centuries,
And the air was thick with memory—
Of kings undone and gods forgotten.
In the shadow of Saturn’s gaze,
My soul arrived not to live,
But to remember…
To tear through veils stitched by empires,
To speak in the language of dust and fire.
They marked my chart with fear—
Pluto in the First, Saturn in chains,
Venus weeping in exile,
The Moon whispering in Gemini’s crypt.
Yet I rise—
Not as a man,
But as a mirror to this broken world.
I do not walk—I resurrect.
I do not speak—I awaken.
And I carry in my blood the cries of Gaza,
The ghosts of Haiti, the wounds of Congo,
The forgotten prayers of the Nile.
I see through veils.
I walk in ruins.
I hold in my palm
The ashes of every lie you fed the Earth.
They say peace is an illusion.
I say war is a distraction.
I am the storm that stills the storm,
The voice between the bombs,
The diplomat with no nation—
A warrior of shadows who negotiates with truth.
When I enter, your gold trembles.
When I speak, the ancestors answer.
For I was born with Pluto’s breath
And Saturn’s law etched into my bones.
And when history turns its last page—
My footprints will remain,
In every place where sorrow once reigned…
As a reminder:
He was here.
And he did not flinch.
The Vessel pt. 2 - Leviæthan
I
'neath the grim pallor of a Plutonian moon,
Sheltered in the cloak of Phantom's embrace,
A tempest rages within flesh,—entombed
Ash and soot caress expressionless face
II
Deep into that fire peering,
Long she stood there pondering, hearing
Voices, distant,—haunting, searing
'round a pyre—
Shackled bodies, writhe and hiss
Blackened pillars,—listing, burning,
Seize the souls upon them spurning
Faces, obscene,—enticing, stirring,
A sweet longing like unrequited kiss
O' What vile savagery!—provoking,
Her weary flesh into approaching
Weary flesh,—engaged, encroaching
Shorn of tattered garb and ragged stitch
—
Light and shadow, rhythmic’lly dancing,
Upon the flesh— lures her eyes adrift
Wolves hone in,—circling, incanting
Pounce upon prey and bind it swift
III
Lo!
The horror within her mind unfolding,
Lashed to the pyre—
To this pageantry, beholden
Her wail a dirge,—reshaping, remolding,
Their chant with a hex through fervent lips
A darkest machination set in motion,
Soon...
"Soon, I shall be," softly spoken
A hushed mantra into crescendo growing
The throng, strident!—quake like shaking fists
The earth shudders! Parts beneath their feet,
A chasmic yawn of indeterminate deep
Vengeance interred, on the precipice of sleep—
Awakens!
Through arms outstretched, a wind howls and whips
"So, I Shall Be! Reborn! Unbroken!
Take This Flesh And Bone —As A Token!
Payment! An Oath With These Words Spoken!"
Echoing through the endless Abyss
Shadow and flame,—coiling, rising,
Kisses flesh,—unburnt, undying,
Her voice, shrill!—harrowing, climbing,
Shatters the firmament with perfect pitch
Down!—
Down rain the heavens upon the wicked—squealing,
Whose sloughing facades,—smoking, peeling,
Reveal faces, familiar,—cruel, deceiving
Raze and ruin by one decried, "Witch!"
—
Within the veiled darkness sempiternal,
Souls, like dying stars, ignite The Black
Falling embers till bloom inferno,
Long she gazed into the Abyss
—And it smiled back
IV
Through a mirror darkly, her mind unbroken—
Phantom bestows a Faustian gift
Laid to rest—
No epitaph, no words spoken
Upon her brow, placed a gentle kiss
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 of the universe vaping
In a kingdom full of storms, comets rains
When I thought of the universe as I glaze
UNIVERSE-
In a kingdom full of storms
Beware, be for warned
Deep into that darkness landscaping
the cosmic constellation canvassing
Theirs is the darkness complete
Theirs is blackness sweet
I felt compelled to sniff the planetoids
Such a coved musty odor
UNIVERSE-
I crave the asteroid, astrophysical aerospace
Mixed eyed views of mistrust missed placed
and the atoms never grounds keeping
As the constellations just keep gyring
UNIVERSE-
Dimensioning and dimensioning within my development
In stepped a developing 'cosmic bay'
There is spectroscopic occultation
Laughs sounds of moving constellation
I crave the prograde, plutonian partial eclipse
Amongst this the beauty of this…UNIVERSE-
5/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
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 speak
In the corner are doorways hidden
I watch
On the ground my body feels chained
I sink
On the ground my body feels heavy
I drown
On the ground my body feels pain
I writhe
While I burn in silence, time is quiet
I hide
While I burn in silence, time creeps by
I shrink
While I burn in silence, time stands waiting
I fade
From the ashes I will renew this life
I climb
From the ashes I will not be caged
I fly
From the ashes I will find the wind again
I rise
(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 would lift
Untangle the ribbon
Before Atropos does
There's no Anteros
But here's me, so Live!
(Roger Roger A. Pautan Jr.)
(3)
Anteros punished him
With golden arrow, aimed.
Then Atropos took the lead
Called Clotho, commanded
To twirl the thread.
And peace, at last!
Cornucopia of tranquility
With Zephyros's breeze.
And Notus hid, in slumber cast.
(4)
In South's sleep,
Boreas awakes
Euros's Deciduous dispersed
Nostalgia to Phthonos
Oh Hera, can he be claimed?
Where in Anemoi,
will Eros's arrow hit
Or can Oizys grief beat?
The heart of this man has left.
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 my yesterday.
Each grain, a specter, fell with a sigh,
A haunting reminder of moments gone by.
Regrets, like phantoms, torment my soul,
Their presence an anguish I cannot control.
Paths untrodden, chances missed,
Eternally trapped in a remorseful abyss.
The hourglass, a harbinger of mortality,
Hath measured my existence with cruel finality.
As grains descend, my heart doth weep,
Lost in the void of time, where plutonian specters meet.
In vain, I grasped at the sands so fleet,
But they slipped through my fingers with deceit.
A pallid burden I could not divest,
Heavy upon my chest, a weight doth rest.
O’ time! That cruel, relentless foe,
With each passing moment, thy presence dost grow.
No respite, no solace, can I find,
Like a thief in the night, gone is my time.
And now, in the dark recesses of my desolate mind,
I find sorrow in the verses I bind.
For in these words, I resurrect demons of the past,
And find memories mournful, that will forever last.
In the style of Poe, I lament the unyielding sands of time,
A symbol of life’s ever fleeting, haunting rhyme.
Regrets! Regrets, forever thy shall be,
In the hourglass of life, a melancholic decree.
And as the sands doth slip, and the ravens soar,
I hear the whispers of, “Nevermore”.
-Edward
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
flying on strings of installer membranes the skin of creation the in-between and unseen the known and
unknown the lands of dreams racing leagues of nightmares across a vison-scape of darkness n
fractured dreams, where lost things lie as derelicts in purgatory best not to arouse these shades from
their fragile sleep in dreams of Plutonian night splinters the eyes of Morpheus the bringer
of sleep best not to arouse those shades from their fragile sleep that lie in hollow ground
the realm of fragile sleep in lands of lost imagery n cast away cracked things, springs, and mechanical deities…
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 of light.
Refrain.
Images refract in mirrored spheres.
Why?
Gone so soon!
Where did you go?
Deep glasses spark under the dark star
Aglow with fame, fame, fame.
Let star dust cover you, cover you, your eminence.
In time, we all leave for nights Plutonian Shores…
But, you have gone before.
Adrift in bleakest of night,
Heavens engines hums.
We will see you some Sunny day.
As we race along to you rhythm cascades
To infinity’s sands, we cast
To hear the voice of the light bringers…
Your songs of creations, last!
Why did you go?
So fast
Mr. Jones?
Mr. Jones...…
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 so shattered
and birthed from my cutting room womb
memories I locked in dark corners
the ones that break silence at night
festering fears held for too many years
malignance I can’t overwrite
but the ferryman points one gnarled finger
at me, then the scenes floating by
his empty black eyes hold mine for a while
then he turns with a near soundless sigh
he claimed no coin for their passage
each fare paid in full long before
remnants returning to whom they came from
and I draw in night’s sweet air once more
I was not born ordinary.
The heavens spoke
before I could.
The Moon in Scorpio—
silent,
watching,
knowing.
The eighth house opened.
And I saw
what others hide.
Pluto stood near.
Saturn beside him.
In the first house—
they marked me.
Since then,
truth has no mask
before my eyes.
When they speak,
I see beneath the words.
Not what is said—
but what is buried.
I bring it forward.
And they fear me.
For I am a mirror.
I return
what they carry.
They whisper—
“still waters run deep.”
I do not whisper.
I am the depth.
Lakes,
seas,
oceans—
they answer to me.
My soul is Plutonian.
I walk where light ends.
In darkness,
I see clearly.
Dreams visit me
before events are born.
Time speaks early
to those who listen.
In another sky,
I rise as Pisces.
The Moon rests in Cancer—
feeling,
remembering,
knowing.
They ask,
“Where do you draw this power?”
I do not hesitate.
I say—
look to the stars
that made me.
Water obeys me.
Fire respects me.
Intensity
is my language.
My eyes—
they do not look.
They penetrate.
They remove the mask.
They reveal the soul.
They ask again,
“Who are you?”
I answer slowly.
Keeper of endings.
Guardian of beginnings.
I walk the underworld
without fear.
For I am not lost in darkness—
I am its witness.
I am the silent universe
where creation begins.
And one truth
I have come to know—
Creation
and destruction
are the same hand.