ENKI

© 1999 Lorin Morgan-Richards

In the Mourning of the Day

Their Goddess has nothing so it seems lost.
Their God has nothing so it seems dowsed.
Dear Goddess is there something in my heart?
Just enough for in the just hard enough.
They like to call us souls in the dark.
You can call us Earthly in the night.
And your so damn close your sense is soft.
As I get your lasting cursing dusk.
Do you notice nothing lasting down?
Take all your young and all hang out.
What is lost toward the sun, the sun.
They're gone, they came,
they're gone, they come.
In the Mourning of the Day.
And you have left your touch is hot.
Your love has gone, never is wrong.
It makes the daunting of the birth, lost.
The Yearning, burning, lasting Earth.
And you have left, your touch is so hot.

Lying Naked

So confused I saw them, it can only be celestial.
Never asked if they're leaving,
Did you know I've been waiting?
For just a minute I saw her.
I didn't know what to say to her;
"Why don't you come and lay here in my bed of stars?"
You come to save us,
oh, do not save us.
Your missing nothing here without me.
And you saw the darkness. I called to ascend her.
(She was) laying naked, high, and not her.
You cannot service, and your going to lose your mind.
The winner is passing next in line, goodbye.
You think to save us,
oh, do not save us.
You could not save us all tonight,
blind.
"I do not want this.
I saw the ring around her neck,
of doubt.
It's not, it's not, it's not her.
Curse the Just.
Curse the handmade Jesus.
Curse everything.
Man to man,
to woman, in me.
The reason so concerned is the beauty."
Waiting lonely, lonely thinking, lonely praying,
waiting lonely, lonely thinking.
Lonely singing, dancing, waiting, lonely thinking lonely.

Have We Given Our Way?

Crossing of mixed Constellations,
is the Orbit of your imagination.
Causing a thin layer of creation,
to fall off in this vast ocean.
Suppose I should ask for you later,
calling you off as my creator.
My creator,
is the curator who made the creator.
Have we given our way?
Have we given our way to the Saints?
Sargon, your son, has given us the only one to reach the Universe today.
Yes you know and yes I know and I've thought so, have you?
We've given our,
we've given our way.
We've given our way.
Have we given our way to the Saints?

Take a Look into my Eyes

"You need my length in arms.
I give you my self control.
Your tear is a sore to see.
My little one I come for you,
please take your things and lets go.
Take a look into my Eyes,
and find yourself not the way you see.
And who's to blame?
The one who stole your breath.
Bring forward to me his name,
and I shall reach out and ask for his guilt.
You paint the way you see me.
Take a look into my Eyes,
and find yourself not the way you see.
It's not the way you seem."

My Love for ENKI

Imperfect world,
Hangs in the corner of my room.
Your light years ahead of me.
But I'll run until I'm bruised.
Will you ever notice?
And would you ever care?
did I say that I really meant this,
did I say that I was never scared.
In two lives later,
leaving so much to prepare.
She was so tranquil and innocent,
I never thought she would be there.
At the Waterclock,
brings a gift from ENKI,
my love for ENKI.
There he comes for me,
in a dream.
My love is for ENKI.
Your brother's waiting,
anticipating,
My love is for you,
My life is for you.

Due To Us

Due to us,
you've convinced us.
The causes must lead to incest.
Terror us,
that's how we exist.
Thwarting all these gatherings.
Have I become your abuser?
Plotting out the plans and then he had said,
"Too late my reminder."
Can you give a straight answer before the water crests.
I tell myself that I'm not there,
And they say your living tired.
They blow a kiss,
Just as he leaves us.
Even without salts comes genius.
To an entrance,
It took my legs off.
To sodomy,
It is to nearby.
I tell myself that I'm not there,
And they say your living higher.
To accuse us,
Will they need us?
To all the handicaps to the wheelchairs.
Love is always,
Never anger.
If he leaves us,
there's no innocence.
If they leave us,
there's no Venus.
Then Someone speaks and his orders seem clear.
I tell myself that I'm not there,
And they say your living tired.