"enki" poems
Transported
by the waves of sound
so transcendentally human
I am swallowed, surrounded
The basses are an ocean swell
the tenors, a hull of solid oak.
We stand upon the altos’ sturdy deck,
gaze upwards at soprano sails
swollen with song
What strange creatures we,
to join and mingle so
to vanish in the whole.
This ritual enacted
for this God, or that
has outlived immortals and still
floods with lifeblood
Anu, Enlil, Enki, Baal,
dived divinely
in the sea of song
and vanished.
Forgotten gods adrift
in harmony, in melody
And while I wish
all gods forgotten
I would abase myself
before Jehovah’s golden toes
to be a part
of this eternal choir.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
*My wild ambition loves to slide - ye all must understand
But fortune's ice prefers only the most virtuous of hand.
In Malaga I grew weary and wanton to possess
The most colorless canvas, one easy with a lazy happiness,
Disdained by golden fruit to the viewer be
As I passed the crowd to gently shake the tree.
Now manifest in paint, inward contrived and long since
I stood in bold defiance with the heart of a prince,
Held up on the square by one wanting to buy my latest cause.
Against the wind I held it up in spite of all the laws.
Do they wish to thicken my lot among all their other mistakes?
What circumstances find you this? -This is what my mind makes!
The buzzing of my emissaries fill my ears
With many solitary jealousies and fears,
Arbitrary thoughts brought forward into the light,
Contemplating existence, must it prove my vision right?
Weak are the arguments! Which the true artist knows full well,
Where weak minded people curse my renderings or are easy to rebel.
For am I not governed by the moon and by the far off stars?
Tread lightly on me and don’t put me behind your own bars.
And once in a shard of time let the Annunaki’s scribe record,
That my vision once rendered could somehow affect their lord.
The unrecognized Enki still wants to be a chief, yet none
He created was found as fit as barren Adam.
Not that he wished his greatness to create,
For leaders should wish not to be called great.
But he like I know our titles are not to be allowed.
For titles are useless and only dependent upon a crowd,
Those are kingly powers, thus ebbing us out, they might be
Drawn by the dregs of a falsely acclaimed democracy.
But in my paint I attempt, with studied arts to ease,
And shed the unholy venom with visions such as these.
On the other side of the canvas, not much escapes my eye –
But once in front of it – nothing escapes the me that I call I.*
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
♀︎ An Ancient Akkadian cylinder
seal depicts Inanna resting a foot
on the back of a lion, with Ninshubur
standing in front of her Mistress
paying obeisance, c. 2334-2154 BC;
Ninshubur (also known as Ninshubar,
Nincubura or Ninšubur,
a goddess in her own right) was sukkal
or second-in-command of the goddess
Inanna's army in Sumerian mythology;
Her name means "Queen of the East"
in ancient Sumerian. Much like Iris or
Hermes in later Greek mythology,
Ninshubur served as a swift
messenger
to the other gods;
Ninshubur accompanied Inanna
as a vassal and friend throughout
Inanna's many exploits; She helped
Inanna fight Enki's demons after
Inanna's theft of the sacred me; & later, when Inanna
became trapped
in the Underworld, it was Ninshubur
who pleaded with Enki for her mistress's release]
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
Enki baby, you make me sing
My ears ring, and I cling to your memory
Such symmetry we hold, you and I
My fondest mirror
The only balance that makes me shiver
I love you, and I made you a promise
Extention to extention
Together we are intertwined
The universe is inside us
Our secret is a drive
I fight for you
The eve of me
I can't help but be a sinner
Your soul sets me free
Its always been inside me
And into us I now see
Thank you for being my love
My infinate butterfly
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC