Plutonian Poems

Plutonian Eagle

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 Cutting Room

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

Njorun

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…

Waltz of the Zero Man

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 & run the clocks

(L(d)I(e)F(a)E(t)(h))

it's really
simply insane &/or insanely simple:
there's sense 
in nonsense
noise 
in silent signals
music 
in soundless solitude

(D(l)E(i)A(f)T(e)H)

Absolute Zero 
will perform
the last waltz

revealing

>>>>>00000

Play With Myth

(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.

Jupiters Secrets

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.

Universe-

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©

Voice of the Light Bringers I

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...…

Killah Beez

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

The October Sun

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

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......

To the Gates of Chill

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!

But What Do I Know

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.

The Man-A Tribute(Poem#8-High School Years)

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/Jungian Drawers

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

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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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