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
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
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…
(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.
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 third eye,
as if the planet were a soul.
I stand here on the moon, waiting
observing and shadows of previously
inhabited planets in unknown galaxies,
fill my mind.
I am Argonian, Saturnian, Plutonian,
Zardonian...my past lives meet
as one in this moment.
Clearly, planets are immortal souls.
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©
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...…
Close your eyes
For the sands will soon consume us
On a beach Barren
Accompanied solely by
The waves Kissing the sand
Of an infinite Plutonian Shore
Together we Solipsize the world
For all else is nothing
Simply Nevermore
The Jazz dances in the breeze
Through the ear canal
Past the Temporal lobe
Making home in our souls
And the stars line up in patterns
Swarming like organized bees
Hypnotizing us
Enchanting us
Until we are swallowed by the seas
How bright and jovial is the summer sun
Promising life and fertility
How different the October one
Dealing death and aridity
No longer do we espy a golden glow
Now there is but a dark blood red orb hanging low
Cyclopean with its brooding ,glowering glare
Sinister in its Saturnine stare
It is but the harbinger of a deathly gloom
There to lead Persephone down to her Plutonian tomb
There she will,with Demeter's reluctant assent,stay
Until the shoots of spring come out to play.
Moon in eastern sky
And mist melds mountains with trees
Lantern is sailing west
the moon sleeps alone
controlling the tide as
you control my thoughts
Moon in Scorpio.
Incurable somnolence.
Plutonian pranks......
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 with strikes
of dejection.
Yet, on void grounds
I push to limbo
being met by wan faces,
wry creatures.
I fear that perchance
the blazing pecan
is ripe for reaping
Will you succumb?
Aphrophone!
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 night to us.
It is strange how the times change.
If I saw you now, I might not recognize you.
I never had good excuses to tell you.
We were always searching for something,
we could never define.
It turns out it was all just a waste of time.
I just wanted to make things right,
but now I live with this bottled up spite.
Things happened to me much too fast.
I just wanted to take a moment and make it last.
I know complex chemistry and plutonian physics,
but I only wish I knew what all my efforts were for.
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 Lenore?
Nameless here forever more
For I shall come, ah nevermore
Nevermore be my name
And with death I came
To tame
His depression, but for him it is all the same
Now I stand on bust and Pallas
Exposing nothing but Malice
He quivers on the ground
As if listening for the sound
Of tapping
The cold air of December
Cooled each proud ember
As he soon remember
The soul of lost Lenore
Nameless for him evermore
But he thinks me a demon
Or, a craven
But I am only a Raven
From the Night's Plutonian shore
The shadows of my wings adore
But a Raven I am
Nothing More!
Set this proud man's troubled soul free
For only then shall he be
With the radiant maiden whom the angel's name Lenore
Nameless, Nevermore!
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 you only make it worse
Over your tongue you trip
Don't bother trying to zip your lip
Let it all hang out from under
Your Freudian Slip
**************************
Jungian Drawers
This is no mere jest or hype
But you're my kind of archetype
Cast upon Plutonian shores
What showing? It's my Jungian Drawers
The Collective Unconscious is how I know
That you love me, and boy, it shows
Freud and Adler are such wretched bores
To you, I'll toss my Jungian Drawers
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