Illyria

Illyricum, Illyria!
to set sail from the center
of the earth, great city,
Imperium sine fine

Illyricum, Illyria!
oh ancient wooded glade
and karst mysterious!
oh green fabled shores...

Illyricum, Illyria!
where tight-packed trees
birth cool winds which whisper
truth primordial

Illyricum, Illyria,
land of hillside courts
of potent romance
where the bard sings still


I come to you
through sea and storm

Illyricum, Illyria!

Whirlwind

After the banquet did the winds rise
through the dark metal spires and
streamlined industrial yards, roaring over
the infrared efficiency of the city.
Our fears built with the crashing storm like a
speeding train bearing down upon us, and climaxing
when, I tell you true, the tumult subsided at once.
In a deafening silence, in an endless instant,
I whispered into her ear, "I'm floating away."

Found

A simple verse is all i need
to bring it back, and
who are you cruel fate, wanton concede
it's a chilling world created,
that has a hold so strong

to taunt with veiled dreams
whose glow still holds my aim
however long forgotten

I see it in the city;
cover'd the filth, cover'd the sin
on which it grew
was the belief in the joy
of worlds unknown

There was a vision
stolen, and
who am I to accuse?

musa

inspiration

is said to dry

like the waters of time
if it be liquid
 and
i think, not flowing in only 2 directions

and
it is said to be
the very breath

 that gasping force of energy
that gives life to
and lives behind
 every laugh
  or sob

of sadness and
terror at the door,

Of deja vu
and of intuition

Of the First Creator

Noon shadows in the western way
Tell me there's no one else
They're building a wall
a jagged wall
And my hundred companions
are sleeping

Fever Dreams

Whilst falling rain darkens spirits
and dampens shoulders thy mysteries
elude, and where thou art shant seem
any further than tomorrow should it
ever come.

I call, but alas am left with no
answer as often as I should and
shall salvation be what I discover
in searching grounded truth
into love.

Mine error eats its own remorse
full of talk and wine and reverie
of flight from mountain and sea
whence current made you sollution
maketh me.

Let us not hear of politic in day
time has bade we chase away what stood
at thine alter minutes later wherewith
eye and eye so surely weep for days
of sun's shine.
----------------------------------------------------

aligned, the light,
and times
to strive, first sight
and dive into those dark waters
where something moves nearly imperceptible
but holds attention and makes known
sheer enourmity
Surely this thing has no name
but moves in tracks
some etherial faux or fault-line
some ancient carriage of atlanteans

oh dare ye dive deeper
unto worlds of heat pressure heat
the forge of great things
and minor
celestial waste trailing into old age
and that destroyer obscurity
knows not what hangs in balance
and shines like a radiant pearl
in noon light, like a fiery ice comet
there, the very source and center
is mineral

there wild shadows cease
-------------------------------------

The fires of New New York turned the sky red
So we followed the rails to the sea and grew young in the mountains

When from the cold water the serpent raised its head
And your strength couldn't shadow mine ambition drove us from that fountain

Seeking peace with vision dim hidden under the aincient manor
My arm embraced the earth, becoming family to dirt

And our days pushed us wide across the land
Like the winds moving the trees blocking the horizon
----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Upon the wrenching open of mine eyes,

A placid, sickly-luminescent sky-blue pool,
under a storming thunder dome,
with black iron rails
to keep out the spirits
or hold them in.
This thin forest tells no secrets.
------------------------------------------------

I was a ghost in the carpet
Not long past the finality of death
Buried in soft earth
where a tree became tall

What shades did I mourn (and)
whose voice could I see

color memory built great heights,
out of reach of the ground below
paths formed balanced
 untouchable by time
(Iwonder)
If what I leave behind Is all
that I am

Yet no leaves fell noticed
or not, and I wa(it)
                       ke
Or If)
I'll be joined in eternity

----------------------------

Fever Dreams
E.N.
2010

Love and War

This is a short compilation that wrote itself; maybe it'll fit into something larger some day.
Anyway, enjoy:




I stumble up from my cellar nest, still drunk
to speak of the revolutions and have a cup, irish whisky -
Italian Style,

Oh how the russians drove out each invader
and burnt their own villages to spite an enemy

how peasants and injured nationalists
sought to consolidate their struggle

I stagger from my peopled abode
to seek work on Labor Day
　
------------------------------------------------------------
　
My own sorrow seems so pitiful, in comparison
Oh, what have I done,
how have I allowed her to run
into such
a
trap


I don't think we can ever go back

but I still cannot believe that

I hope he's taking care of her
as well as she pretends
　
　
Don't you know that I
am
HOME
　
　
　
　
I loved that winter when I would walk to your downtown appartment
and the snow falling between your third story window and the wells fargo tower
would make me feel like it was christmas
or think that we were somehow part of the city's beauty,
and that everything was sublime.
It was always so warm that we didn't mind letting in a bit of the winter
to smoke a cigarette or two.
And amongst the taste of lovely incence and fragrance of good gin
we would make love
and I would miss class.


Why were you so unhappy then?

----------------------------------------------------------

You should probably know,
that I carry a deal of regret
for there are some terrible things
that I've done, but of course
not one among us is without regret
and I thought that
  maybe
we could lose the memory
in each other's eyes

-------------------------------------------------------
After the revolution,

the mythology of the place was broken, and
 the chain of command fell apart
as the links became one

-------------------------------------------------------
There stood before me two sprightly visions,
one with golden tresses, and the other's crown
adorned as black as night, beckoning magnetism
as if to say I might soon need to choose
　
　
---------------------------------------------------
Play for me something soft, and sweetly

Play for me and let your melody complete me

Play for me from your soul, your heart,
burning like desire

Whatever may be, may be,
but in the meantime play for me

---------------------------------------------------

Love and War
E.N.
2010