In Darkness and In LIght
Of Mind and Of Soul
With Reflection and With Love
The Evergreen
In Darkness and In LIght
In Darkness and In Light
Sample poems
Chariots of Fire
Sorrow
Winter Rose
Book video trailer
Halkidiki
In Darkness and In Light
Dawning Cold
Fourth Piece of Essence: Life and Death
Of Mind and Of Soul
Of Mind and Of Soul
Hope
Sample poems
Remains of Battle
Perfect Harmony
Book video trailer
War of Nations
C Enyo - Of Mind and Of Soul
Elements of Mind: Power Play
Lost Love
With Reflection and With Love
With Reflection and With Love
If You
Sample poems
Parts to the Story
Journey of Love
Poetry video from 'In Darkness & In Light'
Void in the Storm
Love Story: Winter Rose
The Singing Moon
Letters of Reflection: Parents
The Evergreen
The Evergreen
Sample poems
Ropes
Train to Nowhere
Poetry video from 'In Darkness & In Light'
Just a Quarter
Reach the Sun
The Evergreen
In Black and White
Tale Tellers
Chariot of Fire
Chariots of Fire
Three chariots of fireCrash upon possessed seasShadows dance in flamesIn shame, desire fleesDarkness again descendsVengeance cast now worseBlanketing miles over manFrom sand returns this curseLashes induce shiversIn favour of forgone fightThorns crown thy brotherFather, giver of lightBe it in blood writtenMessage eternally engravedFuture decoded by pastFast we ridden and betrayedWhence knights tackleWeak are those bold and braveAbandoning their only armourFarmer in shackles, enslavedTears cleanse the landsWar continues to plagueBroken wings of fallen angelsLost souls brand old tradeThose chariots desertedDismay alone remainsNo stars for navigationDamnation reverts to shameFrom the veins we drinkAnd of body our hunger fedAn ugly thirst to quenchIn stench we sink the deadIgnore the poor and needyDisregard the starved to dieIn blindness discover a shamMan, a seedy, greedy lie Upon these Chariots of fireHope is still conveyedValley low to mountain highDark skies retire and fadeC. Enyo Copyright ©Conno Enyo, 2008All rights reserved
Chariots of Fire
Sorrow
Winter Rose
Halkidiki
Dawning Cold
Fourth Piece of Essence: Life and Death
Sorrow
Sorrow
Over crystal tears dropSplatters of bitter thoughtsCrows fly in reverseFollowing a slow hearseClocks tick in sorrowEndless time they borrowWithout final destinationHeart tearing in retaliationMind ever growing brittleLife a redefining riddle Night calls thieving hourTrespassers stealing powerBelief slowly shattersDreams cease to matterBetrayal lingers leechingProud wounds bleedingSymbols irritate tormentSpirit buried in cementThe growing seed of sorrowWill feed again tomorrowC. Enyo Copyright ©Conno Enyo, 2008All rights reserved
Chariots of Fire
Sorrow
Winter Rose
Halkidiki
Dawning Cold
Fourth Piece of Essence: Life and Death
Winter Rose
Winter Rose
The winter had an early spawnFrom among remains of snowA rose begun to grow by dawnReason of phenomena unknown In blizzards and thrashing rainSweeping winds and icy hailStrong it stood to withhold painTo grow this rose would not fail Beneath a single ray of lightDressed in morning vapour dewThe little life continued to fightBlooming as a rarity among few In the cold and gloomy mistA man walked upon crisp groundStepping beside with a near missThe blossom this stranger found His garden the winter had frozeLeaving roughened fingers numbNow once again with this roseHe could create what he had begun This rose a mystical anomalyOf natures sweet secrets untoldIt had its own fine harmonyAnd needed little light to grow Through seasons the years pastIt proliferated dozens moreThough life is not created to lastThis rose exempt to nature’s law A simple metaphor holds a clueTo the product of earths loveThe beauty behind it simply trueLike the loyalty of a paired dove Roses are wonderful and manyThough in this singular he knewHe found the lucky bronze pennyAnd forever his rare rose is youC. Enyo Copyright ©Conno Enyo, 2008All rights reserved
Chariots of Fire
Sorrow
Winter Rose
Halkidiki
Dawning Cold
Fourth Piece of Essence: Life and Death
Halkidiki
Halkidiki
The calm waves wash away remains of yesterday.Stars constellate a formation of love,As passion falls in the amber leaves of days to come.It is in the spring droplets of rain and the vapour dew of MayThat people will discover laughter and pain.A ladybird will sip on life from the petal that settles in the wind.Faith is found by a farmer in the fresh ocean breezeAnd the fisherman discovers his lover, in the evergreen of old olive trees.On their knees, the mountains praise the heavens, tickled by the soothing sea.The worker’s day, finds closure in a cup of wildly brewed tea.Marble has crumbled and thyme spread amidst lavender.Gods find time in an open-ended calendar, to retire with an evening fire,As night dawns on Halkidiki; Greece now sleeps peacefully.C. EnyoCopyright ©Conno Enyo, 2008All rights reserved
Chariots of Fire
Sorrow
Winter Rose
Halkidiki
Dawning Cold
Fourth Piece of Essence: Life and Death
Dawning Cold
Dawning Cold
Pain consumed has become identityName assumed as some fraternitySituation a patent to the rejectedNation descent from being protected Alone she swims rivers of sorrowForgone is her home of tomorrowBy mass minority her tag copy-writtenSpirit a rag as this dark horse is ridden Haunting nights bring restless calmDaunting fights in daylight harmNeedles and pipes the Christmas décorMorning unravels more gifts that sore White coated dust with a dawning coldThis hated lust has the morning foretoldBated trust leaves harvest of rotten cornFlowers drop upon marked stone to mournC. Enyo Copyright ©Conno Enyo, 2008All rights reserved
Chariots of Fire
Sorrow
Winter Rose
Halkidiki
Dawning Cold
Fourth Piece of Essence: Life and Death
Life and Death
Life and Death Piece 4 from 'Five Pieces of Essence'
I sit upon old roof tops that have been devoured by a human hunger for concrete and iron.The mountains are now partial, hidden in the mists of construction.Open space is not a natural familiarity to my generation, unlike the elements of isolation and despair.Natural green seems pretty to my eyes but I struggle to understand why.Is grey not the natural colour of the sky?I ask myself, since the mind is pleased why does the heart cry?Is it not the norm to concern our selves with beauty, or to cheat and lie?Is there any value to the world I have been offered, once I die?So tell me friend, neighbour, parent, Grandparent, priest, lover, dearest Godfather; what is the point to my existence?Is it to taste every fruit from every tree; to see all there is to see and be the best I can be?If so, how can the blind live happy and how can one incarcerated, be free?My father said, son, if anything, salvage everything, in every memory; only this will be kept in eternity.My priest said son, a real man, is one strong enough to be humble and repent.My mother says, son, never forget, to be kind, sincere and decent.These are the three secrets, I am told, to gracefully growing old.But my friend, lover, child, son or daughter, the world is wild and it is hard to progress righteously, as we scold ourselves and others mindlessly; slaughtering ethics, as faithless heretics. The knowledge and accomplishment I now have to pass on, is only a drop in a vast ocean.First we are born; live a short while and then we are gone.We act as if this cycle is an endless loop; though it is not long.The chance to prosper for the soul is forgone, in every moment; remember you don’t own it!I arrived in the cold early hours of December, so we celebrate to remember.Unknown is the day I will leave and yet that is the day I shall be set free; so celebrate this victory, in my memory.My greatest achievement will be if this day is one of clarity; leaving behind love and harmony.I am tired of social sanity and seek a way out of the labyrinth.I give my broken compass to the guidance of divine hands as I walk away from man and sit on the metaphor of clouds; proud I float in prayer, holding firmly upon my maker.Material captivity is a war zone in which we battle for salvation; for freedom a test.This, my child, is life and death. C. EnyoCopyright ©Conno Enyo, 2008All rights reserved
Chariots of Fire
Sorrow
Winter Rose
Halkidiki
Dawning Cold
Fourth Piece of Essence: Life and Death
Hope
Hope
Through storms I’m bornBrought up in bramble and thornAnd with the light of thunder I’ll comeTo fight with the anger of the mighty sunDo not runThere is Hope and Hope is all we haveWe may go thirsty or starveHit thirty with no loveNo matter how dirty, we can still shine aboveWe must grab life’s sculpture and begin to carve Lost, we misinterpret the world and our existenceDon’t hesitate to avert this and show persistenceThere is Hope, glimmering in the distanceWhether broke and shivering, we are the resistanceNow take note and listenIt takes more than a few words to heal these blistersTo save this world and manDo what you can and stand your groundOnly with humility will heaven be foundA second life won’t come around This is no truth or dareBeware, not to lose sightStare death in the eyes and try to realizeThe only crippled are those paralyzed by fearsTheir life slips away with the yearsLost in trails of tearsPoor lonely dearsDo not be afraid, have faithIt is never too lateHope is always near C. Enyo Copyright © C. Enyo, 2009
Hope
Remains of Battle
Perfect Harmony
War of Nations
Elements of Mind: Power Play
Lost Love
Remains of Battle
Remains of Battle
Time has come for the two kings to meetWar waged across land for victory or defeatSky is scorned; mud with the sea retreatsIron armour worn; blood stains the streets Flags burn, evaporating symbolsEmpire is born, as soldiers fallWizards cast spells and bishops give ordersPriests ring bells and the air grows colder Stars map the heavens with an endless mazeLifeless bodies now lay where cattle grazedLight of a new day displays a battle’s remainsIn eternity echoes what rain has washed away C.Enyo Copyright © C. Enyo, 2009All rights reserved
Hope
Remains of Battle
Perfect Harmony
War of Nations
Elements of Mind: Power Play
Lost Love
Perfect Harmony
Perfect Harmony
By natures law of authorityIt is said for the sun and moonThere can be no matrimonyDivided between midnight and noon Their existence, a perfect harmonyOne inclined to the otherTwo parts to a great symphonyAn undying oath between two lovers C. Enyo Copyright © C. Enyo, 2009All rights reserved
Hope
Remains of Battle
Perfect Harmony
War of Nations
Elements of Mind: Power Play
Lost Love
War of Nations
War of Nations
Forrest trees march along riverbeds These leafy paths guide them homeLost worriers, defenders of RomeBumble bees at ease, by commandPrince and princesses of the landsRumbling seas, pirates and treasuresPleasures of wealth and loveliesWar of nations, fall of countriesNomads remain, crossing planes Days are cold and nights grow oldThe world unfolds in bloodCourtesy, a mere print, left in mud The dynasty of love has collapsedCrumbling away, with every blastMorality rattles in an empty flaskSanity, battles relentlessly, to lastThe future, has now become pastC. Enyo Copyright © C. Enyo, 2009All rights reserved
Hope
Remains of Battle
Perfect Harmony
War of Nations
Elements of Mind: Power Play
Lost Love
Power Play
Power Play from 'Elements of Mind'
Politics is a pit of despair.There is no repair to the damage we create in the name of the State.Fate has no place in the righteous future of the general’s orders and the President’s drafting.Tomorrow is not a day of planning that is placed in the grace of parliament; it is lost in the race of armaments.Justice comes not with intervention, when a nation acts for benefits.This is why we do not practice the prevention of genocide in Africa.Which convention granted the role of international police to the United States of America?How do we find solace in irrational policy and how can we stand to an unjust claim of democracy?It is tiring, this endless hypocrisy.We are lost in pursuit of autonomy and Human Rights are just a matter of controversy.We wage war overseas, to fight against the very terror we inflict on the societies of our enemies.For the glory of oil and wealth they spoil the earth, proclaiming a cause for freedom.Why do we fools believe them?They appeal to our emotional side as tools for war and funding, feeding our pride whilst the devil is laughing, as we keep on stabbing our own beliefs.And then like thieves, we hide behind big banners and signs, shout, scream and cry for what we think is right. But by the arrival of night, we are tired and fed, so we happily forget; some of us go out and others retire to bed.It is a grey area, many scholars will say, what can be seen as morally right or wrong in modern day; for our survival to be strong we depend on power play.However I feel these words are of a selfish song.This is a matter clearly black and white, what righteous and what not.I am sure for those who speak such tongue, if they were to be the threatened ones, or perhaps their parents, wives, daughters or sons; then they would wish we had a ban, on all bombs, soldiers and guns. C. Enyo Copyright © C. Enyo, 2009All rights reserved
Hope
Remains of Battle
Perfect Harmony
War of Nations
Elements of Mind: Power Play
Lost Love
Lost Love
Lost Love
Peachy cheeks and petal lip kissesMulberry stains on shirts and dressesSprinkled bits of rain from the heavensAuction of hearts fluttering feathers,Bidders make call in a jungle of chanceA Parisian dream lost in modern France Angels plummet from slippery skiesAnd die on empty stages of cabaret showsBleeding trails of a full-bodied BordeauxShe runs into the night with nowhere to goHolding tight her cross in a sinking boatHoping to cross the width of this moat The tears blend with those from cloudsShe lent a love never again to be foundWalking misty cobbled stone pathsHer heels break in the twists of cracksReturning home in puddles she'’ll splashBody discovered later, alone in her bath C. Enyo Copyright ©Conno Enyo, 2009All rights reserved
Hope
Remains of Battle
Perfect Harmony
War of Nations
Elements of Mind: Power Play
Lost Love
If You
If You
If you walked away, the sun would follow youAnd the moon would fall to the sea and drownIf you walked away, the stars would burn outAnd the night would commit suicide with a knifeThe clouds would shiver and pop into dustBirds would fly upside down to avoid the ground If you fell ill, the winds would come to a haltFeelings would lose their feel, emotions would stopIf you fell ill, the hunters would lose all appetiteAnd the hunted would give up the fightThe day would have no lightRipe crop on trees would no longer drop If you were to cry, all smiles would fade awayAnd all eyes would dry in painIf you were to cry, love would grow shyAnd romance would become a lieClowns and jesters would retireGargoyles would be hired If you were to die, hope would die with youAnd faith would kneel before scienceIf you were to die, the forest would bow in silenceAnd the sea would retreat from the shoresMountains would crumble to a fine powderStorms would lose their rumble and thunder C. Enyo Copyright © C. Enyo, 2009All rights reserved
If You
Parts to the Story
Journey of Love
Void in the Storm
The Singing Moon
Letters of Reflection: Parents
Parts to the Story
Parts to the Story
Cold December air, rendered movementOn the outside of window panesRemembering tender tormentNow condensation alone remainsShaped by droplets from the rainFrom the pain of loveA new life came The years, escorts to the prestigious ballTimes change the skirtsSmiles range with flirts and tears fallSystem schools the young; streets, the oldSome rhymes lift up, with some we haulSome words drift apart; some notes stallBefore we walk, first we crawl The cold air took me thereThe hot atmosphere raised me hereNow I don’t know where I amYoung man I lived a shamScammed my way to money makingSpent my way to none remainingRefraining, from reaching for a hand Broken norms, outlaw for funGlory of an easy runThis story ends in shameDetained from the sunDrained from loveAbove below, below aboveMind still gripping on a gun Faith survives but you denyTo rules you will never complyYou’re cleverer than these mulesFucking fools; you’re going for the killBut still, you’re empty every timeYou harm a life and hide realityWith a perfect calamity, of lies This is just parts to the storyThe glory we march for, followed byControversy, over surviving the stormFrom torn, arisen a newly bornDifferent to the normScorned for breaking clean from prisonReaching for dreams with a mission It doesn’t matter who believes himI am he; now I live with reasonBreathing with His rhythmFighting for a freedomCometh not by good living, this is not enoughHeaven is lost this way, in dreamingFound only through His love C. Enyo Copyright © C. Enyo, 2009All rights reserved
If You
Parts to the Story
Journey of Love
Void in the Storm
The Singing Moon
Letters of Reflection: Parents
Journey of Love
Journey of Love
A young boy climbed to the heights of a treeHe opened his arms like a kite in the windThrough clouds of blue he flewA moment too soon, just to seeThen he landed with a scrape on his knee His mother drew the curtain and gave him a kissThe boy on his dragon then travelled in blissCarrying in his hands a mighty little wishOver to his neighbour, a young pretty girlApproaching her window he rang his heart’s bell Curled in her bed, she heard his yellOn her unicorn she rode out into the yardHer heart took her far, guided by starsThere on the lawn, they held hands till dawnWith a rose he promised to always hold on As the years passed everything changedHer mother died and the boy moved awayAlone she remained, feeling betrayedShe lived with her dad who had to work all daySo the journey of love was inevitably delayed She began to give up and no longer prayedAs she grew her soul got further locked upShe stayed away from her mother’s graveLost in a toll of having no loveTraded in every stranger’s bed that she laid Far away, the boy now a manExchanged all his toys for lust and drugsFor guns and for shots in the sandHe wore a red veil, sitting in jailAs he bled from the knife he held in his hand One day the girl had a dream of a crossThe Virgin Mary said, all was not lostAnd once again she switched on her torchRealising her life was in despairShe asked her dad for tools to use and repair Her father lost his loverThough he wasn’t prepared to lose herHe took his daughter by the armTo keep her from harmIt was time to leave the old yard Together they went, in search of the boyThough they tried, he was nowhere to be foundSo she cried, as it was all she could doThen the teardrops stopped, she finally knewAll was not lost; her father’s love was still true More years passed and they found him at lastThough the past had not been kindInside, the young boy had diedHe lied to them both that he no longer caredAnd turned them away with an icy cold stare The man in the cell who bartered his soulFeeling physically ill and mentally oldHeld on his cross and prayed to get wellWhilst longing to finally be freeBecame the same boy who fell from the tree A rainy night, the young woman’s doorbell rangShe opened it and in came the shining sunThere the young boy stood, now a manHer eyes couldn’t believe what they sawShe fell to her knees and cried to the Lord A voice from upstairs asked who was thereThe boy realised he was too lateAnother man now held the roseA life apart was the fate he had choseA close had now come to their days With sailing of moons and whispers of skiesThe young lady no longer could lieShe felt a love never to dieSo she got on her unicorn once again to rideAnd rode into the lost long sleepless night She arrived at the mountain on which he stoodTearing off her lonely black robe and her hoodShe rang the heart’s bell and conjured a spellOne in prayer that the Gods understoodLeaving behind evil of mind, for sake of truth Naked on leaves they freed their soulsIn the cold, they exchanged body heatTogether they grew old with no other needAnd soon came a child born in the wildMaking their lives finally complete Together they planted faith, praising creatorFor He had salvaged their sole shared dreamTill one morning they were foundLaying on the ground in silence of soundArm in arm, where forever they’d sleep C. Enyo Copyright © C. Enyo, 2009All rights reserved
If You
Parts to the Story
Journey of Love
Void in the Storm
The Singing Moon
Letters of Reflection: Parents
Void in the Storm
Void in the Storm
Truth is, at times, my heart is cold as stoneI am empty like Liza’s bucket with the holeA bottomless flask of alcoholNo emotions at allAcid in the rainThat void in the stormLost in the brainFar from the norm Truth is, at times, I don’t give a shitI see the world for what it isA diseaseMan is a disgraceRacing towards the edge of a flat worldSometimes I am so enraged I could killSteal a life that bills my happinessBut I will not stain my soul’s cleanliness Truth is, at times, there are no rhymesTo even begin describing my sentimentI’ve not deciphered its language yetSometimes I forgive but do not forgetAll my regretsMy love has no debtI’ve kept it burning redAnd I’ll keep it burning till I’m dead Truth is, at times, I am rapedBy a passion for a life of love and hateI’ve placed many a sanction upon fateLate reactions to an early graveFractions of satisfaction you try to saveFrom this corruption you escapeHurt but safeWounds heal but fears you must face C. Enyo Copyright © C. Enyo, 2009All rights reserved
If You
Parts to the Story
Journey of Love
Void in the Storm
The Singing Moon
Letters of Reflection: Parents
The Singing Moon
The Singing moon
It is a long journeySearching for freedomSoldiers will be yearningSurvivors seldom seenWhilst the kingdom be burningI will still believeIf my ship be abandonedI will float with you to shoreDuring the stormy nights aloneYour smile keeps me warm You are always on my mindGiving me strength to fightThe very essence of my lifeYour light shines the wayA guiding presenceDuring sleepless nightsThrough every troubled day Every moment that I sufferBrings me closer to youMore than my loverMore than a friend tooYou are my shield and coverI will be your truth Your heartbeat feeds my lifelineYour breath weaves my rhymesWhen I am thinking of youI escape the walls of timeI promise never to runMy love for you is strongThough a time may comeWhen I must let you go So should you need to leaveYou will never be aloneI will be right beside youEncouraging you onWhen you finally return homeIf you find my body is goneLook to the singing moonI will be sitting thereWaiting for you Should they ever call your tearsThen just fall into my armsI will take away your fearsKeep you safe from harmIf you cannot find your wayLost your compass and mapTurn inside your golden heartI will guide you back C. Enyo Copyright © C. Enyo, 2009All rights reserved
If You
Parts to the Story
Journey of Love
Void in the Storm
The Singing Moon
Letters of Reflection: Parents
Parents
Parents from 'Letters of Reflection'
Parents, behold your kin and you kingdom of sin.Unfold within and begin to understand.See you sons and daughters for what they truly are.Ignore the culture, the colours and sounds and the language they sing.A beautiful truth is what they will bring, so behold your children’s offering.We are thankful for your love that most of us have.And we pity those so petty, they chose to starve the young.Such selfishness deserves not the titles of dad and mum.Nevertheless, these individuals still bear a chance, to save their soul and repent at last.Completing the circle of life is not just a nice thought.It should not be an act for one’s self, should it be sought.A responsibility like none other is brought on, from nine months to the hour, before a child is born.The stalks of ‘tassel’ pollinate stalks of ‘silk’ and in the ‘ears’ grows corn, feeding the cycle as the years go on.Bob Dylan says: “come mothers and fathers throughout the land and don’t criticise what you don’t understand, your sons and your daughters are beyond your command”.Your children cannot build homes, if you offer them sand.Open your hearts and let them inside; do not create barriers of pride.Offer your hand always but do not cuff them or hold the too tight.Remember they are your greatest achievement in life. C. Enyo Copyright © C. Enyo, 2009
If You
Parts to the Story
Journey of Love
Void in the Storm
The Singing Moon
Letters of Reflection: Parents
Ropes
Ropes
Petal roses rattle in the wind, upon cementTheir beautiful red, withered black with deathCinders of the winter ashes to an old friendDreams and laughter brought to an endI recall the roads we road, speedily in the nightEarly hip-hop prose and schoolyard fightsNow alone I walk wearily gazing at the city lightsThere is an eerie feeling insideAs I raid the memories of my mindI try desperately to cryIt's been years since I've shed a tearAnother experience that diedI am now yearning to have it revivedTo let a drop slide but I forgot howIt seems to have been left far behindIn the shadows of moments stolen from my lifeYet my thoughts of you do not measure against timeNever will they fail to weather as it passes me byFor these thrills of lows and highs are mineRopes upon which I continue to climbI hope when I see you, to be greeted with a smileIn a green valley free of those needles and lies And though it may draw near For physical life is promised not by eternity, nor in yearsWithout fear, I pray this certainty will still be a while Before I too fade in man's eyes and into the sky disappearC. EnyoCopyright © 2010 C. Enyo
Ropes
Train to Nowhere
Just a Quarter
The Evergreen
In Black and White
Tale Tellers
Train to Nowhere
Train to Nowhere
You stepped into the lightAn ocean of hateYou tried so hardTo rewrite fateBut amidst these scarsYou sleep with no wakeThrough sleepless nightsYou sit with your fearsAfraid to come byYou sail on your tearsYour mind wants to fightBut your bullets adhere The war is longTime is littleStatues of morals fallOf limbs and of dreams Friends pay the tollLost in deserts and junglesTowards freedom they tell youThe train must continueSo you ignore the painThat grows there within youForeign nations they need youSo you go where they will kill youWhen you returnIt is cold in the summerA fever you burnThrough the unfolding winterYou live with concernsAnd you’ve lost all your laughterYour body is homeBut your mind’s not thereThe soul feels coldAlone and bearStill riding that trainBut going nowhereC. Enyo Copyright © 2009, C. Enyo
Ropes
Train to Nowhere
Just a Quarter
The Evergreen
In Black and White
Tale Tellers
Juat a Quarter
Just a Quarter featured in 'Missing Side of a Rubik's Cube'
Let me explore your bodyLike a lost man finding new landLet me feast upon your gloryLike a beast who is starvedLet me drink your Holy waterLike a seagull wounded in the sandLoan me your tender loveFor I am a beggar reaching out a handLend me just a quarterFor I need no more in fundsBe it not seemingly muchTo those who measure life in cashTo me this be enoughFor I’ll be richer with your touchSo relieve me of my sorrowLet me borrow hope from youSo that I may have it for tomorrowA strand of rope to hold on toGraze me with your skin of silkSave me from drowning in my violent sinRelieve me of this mask of filth Allow for the end to now silently beginLet me praise upon your sanctuaryLike a pilgrim upon his knees before a shrineRaise the dead to follow crumbs of breadAnd wash their dirt in rain with which you cryGive unto me a piece of your heartSo that I may keep it for a whileAnd share this joy with every childThat may shed tears or live in fearWho need to laugh or smileLend me your red lipsRipe like a fine wineAnd with them I shall singUntil the day I die C. EnyoCopyright © 2010, C. EnyoAll rights reserved
Ropes
Train to Nowhere
Just a Quarter
The Evergreen
In Black and White
Tale Tellers
The Evergreen poem
The Evergreen
Ticking moments, lost in forgone omensThrills for happiness and pills for sadnessA blandness of pleasuresMeasure the loneliness that is leftHands reaching for stars no longer in placeLeaving the heart to coast in an empty spaceI’ve lost love and kept hateRacing against myself in a desert plane Truth is a slaying mirror reflectionMy protection a cancerous mask of liesBefore I die, let this be my confessionFor I have loved all and will continue to do soUntil the endIt is easier to doubt than to believeWe live on a roundabout that surrounds a treeDriven around by envy, odium and greedWe forget to take shelter beneath this evergreen We have lost face to cynics and pretenceAt the core of it all, it is love we rejectFor we live in the shadow of fearsLeaving behind arrears of moral neglectIn a single breath, I exhale my entire lifeThose memories that have passed me byThose that a chance to regain I will never get So let the legacy on earth we leave behind Be one of no regretC. EnyoCopyright © 2010, C. EnyoAll rights reserved
Ropes
Train to Nowhere
Just a Quarter
The Evergreen
In Black and White
Tale Tellers
In Black and White
In Black and White
I’ve seen a million racesI’ve seen the tides riseI have seen many placesSeen truths you can’t denyI’ve seen those star illusionsSparkle along a false night skyLife is a gameOf darkness and of lightAnd I’ve seen your reaching eyesUndress me with their wayI have also seen them cryThen dry and rise to take the dayThey ride the night with liesTo the dawn on your knees you prayBut your secretsYou will never betrayI have seen your skies of blueThose heavens you describeI’ve seen fools that fall for youThe promise of heaven when they dieWhat you call a miracleSwept away with tides of prideYou are truthIn a beautiful lieYou’ve been wretched hopeYou have been man’s demiseYour love’s a two-way ropeLife-line or suicideYou can be the cleanse of soapOr moist of glazed throbbing thighsYou are colourIn black and whiteAnd no matter how they tryNo man sits beside your thrownThey come and go, rich to ripeYet you always dine aloneYou’re a torn kite in flightTourist attraction, remains of RomeYou are a shelterBut never a homeC. Enyo Copyright © 2009, C. EnyoAll rights reserved
Ropes
Train to Nowhere
Just a Quarter
The Evergreen
In Black and White
Tale Tellers
Tale Tellers
Tale Tellers
The falling of moons to rising sunsLight stalling in exchange of nightly runsStars brightening maps of no destinationIt is without hesitation I’m now dawningUpon the new times to comeLeaving behind the rotting corpses of living scumThose breathing hopelessness into the lungsOf the naive and impressionable, the students, the youngHe outspoken is responsible towards his fellow manCaution is needed not to be provoking what badIt is dangerous to stir what lies buried beneath groundFor unknown is what may be dug upWhat sleeping darkness may be foundSo into the past, I bid you farewell Like ridding the cast of a rotting spellKilling the taunting ghosts descendent from hell No longer walking in haunting shadowsOf voices corrupting with the stories they tellMany old men have wisdom to offerBut beware of those bitter with no soul left to sellThey linger amongst you, hoping you fall and wishing the worstWhilst towards you they’ll be dishing the kindest of wordsAll the while, hiding their true corrupt spiteful selvesCursed to envy, by a lust for a life of failuresNever able to accept those who prevailTale tellers of a paradise that is fraudulentFellers nice enough to kindly push you past the edge Any old mind still trying to fightIs of a man blind with no spiritual sightPraising darkness in misery and forgoing the lightAlone and lost, nailed upon a reversed crossLonely and sour, never able to repentTime spent muttering words of insanityTheir life devoured in the consumption of vanity Thoughts and emotions traded for liesSold and empty, alone when they dieNo spirit survives to rise from bodyWhat can only be described as a sad storyUnpublished writer, unloved sonUnforgiving brother, loathed loverHateful yet desperate for loveIndeed a shame, indeed truly sadThe false fame and glory of a foolish mad manC. Enyo Copyright © 2010, C. EnyoAll rights reserved
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