MUSPIRATIONS

The other day I wanted to see your smile in reverse. as it morphed from happiness to sadness Then play it back from that moment when you were sad, and i kissed you... and you smiled, sheepishly. I wanted to make it look like an insta-boomerang of some sort. moving back and forth, Chewing the memories with the jaws of my imaginations. I had thought at some point that what if, we could go back to when it all began... You had sat beside me in this bus headed to no destination because for me, my destination resides in you. i turned sideways and saw you reading your way into the scrolls guarding my heart. You were about to make me loose sight of perspective. So i disappeared into thin air. But who am i when thin air is the same thing that made me thin as a strand of hair because... I was almost loosing my sanity from the incessant fights to regain dominance of my perspective. You seemed like a virus, chewing and replicating yourself into the cracks within my mind, bre

So here you are, Pleading with your nightmares, Asking for its forgiveness. You had earlier castrated your thoughts, Stripping it of it's ability To produce dreams. What is left now are figments of a dying past. That has no relevance in the trends of the present. So you sit by the wayside, Begging for knowledge On the streets of ignorance. No help came. Only words... Words that eat deep, painfully, Into your bones and marrows. Depriving you of the ability to hope for tomorrow. No way to augment for the times spent in the corners of joy and bliss. you flee to the sunset. Hoping to gain comfort through the eye of the needle. It only gets worse. Your eyes bleed with desire to feel the jaws of inspiration biting through your skin. Oh, that pleasure. Yes, that intoxicating pain to feel revived again. you just can't handle the streams of revelations blowing through your mind. Your soul awakens Your eyes blink to white. You begin to see... things. In the midst of

There is a land far far away. Where dreams were made diamonds  There, a maiden was born and laid. Crying, with feets of small. She had the voice of humming birds. That breaks the walls of hate. An attitude, simple and dear. That makes men beg to date. My heart is small, compared to what. I wished you on your day. If life is one, i wish you ten. With peace that leads sadness astray. The toils you face are but pathways. Through which you'll reach the end. Be steadfast dear, hold on, and pray. And see how miracles outplay. A little timid prayer dear.. That your life wont be wasted years. That you'll enjoy the dividends. Of grace, long life, in favor's realm.

I am, A broken piece of clay, molded by, a Potter yet unseen A fragment of... ...mourning snow, lieutenant of the fray, blessed with cursed beauty, graced within. © Danny El.

Tonight i would stay awake and think about how we eloped into mysteries. You came in and stuffed my mind with effervescent chemistry. I couldn't breathe. All i knew was, i wanted to strip you naked and disvirgin your imagination with words borne from a heart yearning for intimacy. But i was dumb... silence gagged me like a prisoner tortured by the snares of grief. All i could see was temptation staring at me in stern disbelief. "Do something" my alter ego would say. But all i could do was take my mind on a erotic spree to love's garden. I would take your hands and slowly caress them light and thin. Hypnotizing my senses into the pores of your skin. I wanted you to feel what i feel. I wanted to dissolve into your memories and hack them with images of me. I wanted to wet the appetite between your thighs with testimonies of godliness and raw passion. I wanted to perform the ceremony of consummation. I would look at you and break into a smile governed by naughty ideas and

I wanted to make love with your words. I wanted to caress them, savoring the cracks within your mind. maybe I did, maybe not. But one thing is certain, I almost fell in love. They say the mind of a writer is a vast labyrinth of imaginations intertwined with memories from yon past. and i think its true, because your words and your looks have the same hue. I would sit down beside you and ponder why I never knew you earlier. Maybe time and chance may have happened to us before now. but what if it never happened. I would stare into your eyes and see my scars in them and I would begin to wonder if we were twins in an alternate dimension of reality. or maybe what I see is a mirage. I would hold your hands and read the lines within and begin to see reasons why you act the way you do, I would tell you and you would call me a diviner of some sorts A soothsayer or a prophet and we would laugh into silence. Then i would touch your lips, designed with scars. i would want to caress them with mine,

You would come around and visit, quiet and calm you remain, saying few words, only when necessary. Then i would emerge from the other room and see you, and with a cheerful smile come over and say "Hi" That's where it ends, nothing else is spoken. Only when necessary are side talks stirred like a storm. and then a great calm I would sit by your side, but still feel this sense of connection, i would kiss and cuddle you, tell you how much i really care. caress your light skin, lick your ears.. tickle your nipples till they become so firm. All in my head while watching DSTV. Then sometimes when you are not there, I would think about you in ways you can't possibly imagine. Maybe we could go to Antarctica. I heard there are aliens there, Despite the weather, But we would still go and explore the cold. Maybe we would freeze to death. But death is only a noun. ringing in my head. "Send my regards to your sister" I would always tell your brother. I don

The truth is, i can't really keep in touch with everyone. How can i, when i can't even relate with myself. For those of you who feel i have decided to snub you or i have "forgotten" you, You have no idea of the number of times i have forgotten myself, sinking into an ocean created by an unknown void. Even my memories get confused most times. Do i have a mental problem? We all do. Even you reading this post. You are mad. We are all mad people. That's why we are able to invent things that will destroy us. Recent studies found out that our emotions can be controlled with our smartphones because they emit microwaves. A method i think they call microwave engineering. You can feel depressed not out of your own volition, but by someone sitting in front of one system or device, pressing your emotional buttons. That's how weird the world has become. Slander is a terrible experience. I have been slandered countless times. Usually i enjoy it, but it becomes annoying w

Today, you made me walk on floors of happiness. Even though sometimes, my happiness has flaws And then you decided to tear me up with laughter and bring out my intestines, performing a surgical operation i would call: tickling butterflies. Because, that was how you made me feel.   Truth is: You are a stranger with a strange way of making your aura strangely fascinating. It would be a waste of time trying to fathom why you, at some point mystified my emotions into confusion. Because, my emotions are me, and me, my emotions. But today, me and my emotions snubbed each other, like we were enemies from time immemorial.   I am still trying to reconcile my thoughts with the reality that you are someone I'm becoming really fond of and I'm also trying to figure out why i see you in a whole new dimension of insanity. Because, Chemistry is a subject i don't want to study now because secondary school days are over but what if i asked if we could study this subject and understand

1:29am, 7th November, 2018. I am in front of a laptop screen, writing my way into the night, streaming thoughts from insanity while trying to figure out why my eyes are still wide open. Apparently, i feel really sad. Sad that people can be so easily deceived by what they hear. I was speaking to a friend of mine and he was telling me how my name has been tossed about with bats of disdain and backbiting for things i have never done.   True, i have my flaws and i try in my little ways to admit them when they rear their ugly heads. I'm in a period of emotional rehabilitation and it's only a matter of time before i regain my sanity once again. But is that why some beings with coconut brains would see that as an opportunity to chew my name to bits of contempt?   Truth is: I'm actually laughing at what i just wrote because it is fun for me to see people break their heads gossiping about things i didn't do. That means you have a place in their hearts, either through envy or

So Today, I happened to hang out with a young friend of mine whom i haven't seen for sometime now and somehow he has grown taller than me (I'm a short man anyways but i have hope more than most of you here sha) ***tongues out***.   So we began to talk about family, his family and how he wants to run away from them because of how they treat him. I told him to calm down that if he has read my post titled: "Listen for Love", he will understand why they act the way they do.   "Always know they love you more than you can imagine, blend in, be a good boy"... I said. Then out of the blue, he revealed a secret that made me surprised... a little bit though. "Dan, I know i have never told you this...I'm a Skeptic" I was like "Oh, that's cool, but how come.. how did it get to this point." I was perturbed in my spirit, i began to wonder how he got to this point, i needed to know when this belief that THERE IS NO GOD began to take root in

So this week, which actually ended yesterday has been one of the quietest low-key weeks for me in recent times. It has been a week of reflections for me which may thaw into the coming weeks because I'm still in it. There is this need to detoxify my thoughts and there are two ways in which this has worked for me effectively. Okay, not really two ways but one way, the second is enshrouded in the first. One is solitude, the second is listening to Hillsong but not the normal way you guys listen to it. I usually have to tune the volume way down till it seems as if the song is coming from distant space. It gives the feeling of me listening to an inner voice. Silent but speaking from within....far away... in an atmosphere of utter silence. However, its been a week of low key reflections when i witnessed a strange occurrence about me and the poems i write.   Okay, like most of you guys know. I write poems (some of which i wouldn't regard as poems but you guys insist it is) and i made

Recently i have been trying to understand why i feel the way i feel sometimes. Though not every time. These days i happen to stay aloof and struggle really hard to maintain new friendships. Even old friendships happen to be fading because of this problem. Right now, I'm not sure if the people around me are friends or just acquaintances. I don't know if this is a phase of growing up or an evolving symptom of social anxiety.   Depression is the norm. Everyone and everything in Nigeria have experienced some form of depression at some point, even rats and lizards. But I'm not writing to buttress on that. I'm actually trying to understand why sometimes there is this emptiness we tend to feel, like a hollow, unable to feel joy, not sad either, cry-laughing, laugh-crying.   When I have face-to-face conversations with new people, I tend to be mostly shy to a point where i may be nodding at your words and laughing to your jokes and not really hearing anything. Hugs mean more to

The sun beams its rays of light Into an eerie fog of darkness. Paving way for joy to dance its way Into the shadows of night. Surreal silence then decides to prey On this joy, transforming it to fear. The fog then morphs into faces of demons. Dining in a feast of fright. The sun beams again to disrupt the darkness And chaos sets in. The mind of joy enlivens into straws of hope. Standing in a congregation singing. "Rays of joy...rays of spoil. Shine with colors that destroy. Rays of joy, come restore. Beams of hope and faith employ To a heart so frail and thin And a mind, timid and weak Shine with grace so strong and heal Open wounds and age long scars" The sun beams now rays of hope. Forming a rainbow in a desert of whispers. Reality becomes a dream. Blistering fantasies into the winds. Then suddenly i wake into shards of loneliness Beaten by the fray of a long lost bond. The sun beams onto my face As i look out to the window Staring at nothing. H

Oma. Do not be surprised When I put flowers On each strand of your hair. To let you know how special You've been to me. Oma Don't be surprised when I burn my laughter in your eyes. For that's how you make me feel Like a Phoenix I rise From the ashes of your smile Shining with splendour Like a demi-god dwelling In the midst of men. Because life is a field Designed with storms. I gain strength in the courage You concoct with precision. Giving me the correct doses To keep me spurring on. You are beauty designed On the shores of dreams. You make me see reasons To keep on loving my scars You are the diamond cherished Among stars. The feline inspiration I draw On the board of my imaginations. And with your fluffy smile. You've dusted many sadness away. Oma Don't be surprised when I kiss Your heart and say to it. You are the most beautiful being I know Because it's the truth. And Lord knows it too. So, to your beauty, grace and pois

World of the blind. Mead of frail daggers. Fortress of evanescent roads, Bewitched by unknown passengers. Racing through dark passages. Like blind men reading blank letters. Eight estate of this street Dressed in phantasm and hate, Blossoming flowers wilt Scents of drumming war Deluge, in the city of the sun, Ticks of the hours cause fright Dreams wane, vision sore As tides haunts hearts. World of the blind Inmates in the prison of their minds Unkind fellows of fate Lost in the stage of dust, Like postmen with shallow hearts Spoon-fed by the past And the storms of the present. Along the windy coast of savage We rest at the edge of falling walls, Bathed by the splash of ichor Casting tears in tomorrow's bowl, Horrible faces of this age Eerie noises in rowdy streets, Like casualties in uncertain markets We are bruised, naked in life's paths. World of the blind... Prostitutes of ignorance.. Selling their virtue for coins of shame.. We walk behind

Once i remembered, The times when we rode on canvasses of pink pearls. Once i remembered, The scorn upon which we forged our cares. We sat under the mango tree of fantasies. Looking at the ants as they march up. We looked upwards into the skies of laughter. As the downpour of rain settled as tears upon our eyes. We smiled with the rainbows. Beside the lake of silence. In the dark tunnels of our affections. Loopholes were found chasing the doors of rejection. You looked upon my flaws, And smiled with a cheerful grin. Then boiled up the hurricanes, That swept away the debris of our ruins. We sailed on oceans of passion. Driven by fountains of desires. Flowing out of our hearts. Into the abyss of our consummation. I wrote my fears on red papers. An burned them in your eyes. Our souls swam in crystal waters. Surrounded by blue fireflies. Once i remembered. How love came on calling, my name upon the shoulders of your care. Looking out to the winds, ho

Whispers, the voiceless silence. Heard as walls within our souls speak. Emptying gentle winds into trashcans of absence Shadowed memories are then made bleak.. Meticulously we drink, broken tears. with the teaspoon of denial, Weaving baskets of our fears. With ribbons soaked in the dew of reprisal And when in want, void becomes the norm. And blue neon lights, illumines the heart.. Vague and dim, our foresight looses its form To see the rift before our path. So in solitude we sit, on fences of insanity.. Ghosted into shadowed memories Vomiting vegetables of our sanity. On grudging cares of erred history. © All rights reserved 1st Oct, 2014

He walked through canaries of salvation, seeking redemption... Wherein lies none.. He searched across mountains of abstraction seeking reality, in the ashes of the burned. Hoping to find his name, etched on white walls Searching in the autumn of memories as they fall like leaves Blown by the lips of time..... Then seasons speak out, Shouting to the tears that fell from the cheeks of his solitude Saying.. The night is become dawn Redemption is now thy firstborn Danny El All rights reserved © 2014.

With Linen washed in dead lands.. Echoes become dumb.. And with outstretched hands... Voices ran to the arms of dark hills... Then washed we, our faces.. On riverbanks of nightmares.. Drank from the shores of dark ages.. To see visions of blood. Then darkness shouts. And shadows arise.. From the hollows of pain and misery.. Then evil scribbles on our fears, Words of sorrow, Written for the letters of tomorrow. We hid in the sphinx of mercy... Chasing peace by feigning morality, Battles of the weak, we fought, laying waste.. Bodies for the merchants of mortality Legs become heads, talking with bloodshot eyes placed between toes.. While heads walk, bruised on bottles, Mixed with red-hot coals.. Then seasons resound, the rain of terror, upon the denizens of the lands of Canaan.. As we fallowed the remains of justice.. In the farmlands where carrion of hope, were eaten by vultures.. We saw the visions of blood, back in the lands of Egypt, Cried out in warning. To they who sat on diamond th

In exile, many miles... Words keep on calling my name, With a seductive smile... In exile, many miles.. My hands keep on fidgeting, For the pen i have forsaken... And i succumb, To the smile.. Enchanting flickers of pleasure, To the family of the mind.. So i smoke my pen, And blow the ink from my nostrils, As i sit on the hills Of the wilderness.. All rights reserved © 2014

Similitude of two towers.. A twin from another mother.. You came out of the ashes of her consummation.. Into the womb of procreation... You, defined with the aura of weird grace and poise. A maiden whose charm emanates from her tender loving voice.. Fluid from far-fetched faith fissures flowing freely for faithless friends.. A friend, hard to offend, and never pretends.. Spawned into time, from the calendar of timeless eternity.. Vegetables of her birth were nurtured in the fields of morality.. A portrait crafted in the cathedral of divine thought.. Growing in strength for her, is a necessity, a must.. Wishes are like air, that can't be held.. So i would wish you not, a thing.. But pray that you be in good health.. Prosper and conquer, the stronghold of sin.. I pray not that you be successful.. But with purpose burning within, that you get the feeling of consummate fulfillment.. When the sunset of life sets in.... Flourish within the sphere of reality.. Heed not to the wiles of pro

I Twist and turns, flashbacks in me, burn.. With fury in my head.. Mem'ries of years past, dead and gone.. Flickers with pain instead.. Times when the dry winds spoke like whips. Lashed on the skin of they.. Who knew not how to keep their lips.. From ranting everyday.. Songs of Christmas, songs of his birth. Songs of tear-slain goodbyes.. When the tempest watched to its death. Victories won in its eyes.. Weathered in ashes of his love. Smouldered to thanksgiving.. Ensnared with blessings from above.. In-spite our misgivings. Spirally, mem'ries in me burn, Like cinders in my head. Mem'ries of deeds done, dead and gone. Flickers in white and red.. II The white hue tinted atmosphere.. Brings reflections of clay.. When dust enclosed the hemisphere, with hymns in Christened play.. Of stars above the dark blue sky. Of histories made of dawn.. Of chords played amidst fireflies.. Of salvation reborn. While we strayed towards paths of sin.. And took his death in vain.. And made his

Lifeless sorrow, The night is gone. Dear tomorrow, Do not mourn.. You've seen the winter, mow the lawn Of tears and wondered.. Where is dawn? Forgetting the memories, planted with thorns, where solemn symphonies in distress, burn... Still you ask, where is dawn? When you've been given the task. To tender, the green horn.. Dawn is drifting.. Where dreams reside, paying no heed.. To what your failures decide.. While reality walks on wooden floors.. Making noise, as you try to hide our flaws in the bedrooms of yesterday. Painting experiences with palettes made from pain.. Washing our sins with detergents of.. "i will never sin again.." Pay attention to the whispers of the winds.. For your path to redemption, lies therein.. Do not mourn. Dear tomorrow.. The night is gone, embrace the dawn..

Gently.. It glides through the vacuum.. Where spaces meet.. And nothing is found.. Whispering.. Songs of hope, for seasons.. Beyond the limits of time. Formless, with bliss laden rhythms-.. To give direction, on paths to follow... Voiceless.. On sleeping floors where vanity.. Finds solace.. Blowing Along it paths.. The flutes of fantasy.. To heal a lost soul. Listen.. Yes listen... As life plays silently.. On sweet insanity.. Abiding.. On nothingness.. Where emptiness, Is precious than gold.. All rights reserved © 2015.

Please stay, Don't go away... Take away, This feeling of evanescence.. Brewed in your presence. Every moment shared In humility.. Every feeling felt In sincerity, the silence that defies the laws of gravity. the smiles of transfiguration.. The whispers of salvation... These gives me joy and hope. The needed strength and will to cope, In this dark and pallid world... Where love is murdered, In cold blood. Please stay, Don't go away, Make this moment immortal. Let it be a portal, to memories sacred and eternal. Let me breathe in the air of your beauty. Let me get drunk in kisses so divine.. Let me feel the warmth of your embrace, In ways so profoundly designed to sweep me off my feet As i retrace my steps to the top of silent hills.. Where the winds blows against time, and eternity begins its rhythms and rhymes Please stay, don't go away.. Take away these fears. By always being here.. Yes, here, In my heart.. So we can never be apart.. Please stay.

Oh broken lamb, with bones that wail. Virtues of pain and sacrifice. Frail soul, thorn heart, dear son of God. For salvation, you paid the price. The righteousness of sin do brag. Of salient deeds done in the dark.. The manifold works of the flesh. Speaks of conquests of minds turned black. Of victories 'stablished by dead men. Of grey tears shed in failures glen. Of depression, of emptiness. That floods the weary hearts of men. Oh broken lamb, with bones that wail. Virtues of pain and sacrifice. Frail soul, thorn heart, dear son of God. For salvation, you paid the price. Many are they, who once had faith. But went astray with the whirlwinds. That blows the heart to vanity. And brings it to profanity. To toil in farm-fields of its sin. And reap the fruits buried within. When life redeems the end of death. And judgement of all then is set. Dear broken lamb, with bones that wail. In tears of pain and sacrifice. We thank you for the price you paid. Thorn heart, meek soul, dear Son of

Let happiness renew me Lord.. And bathe my soul clean in thy blood.. Wash out the guilt, make me devoid... "Of sin...cleanse me within When times that tends to make us stray.. From truth, with winds that blows away.. Our faith in you, Lord, have your way.. "revive...cleanse us within.. And when the heart suffers deep loss. Of someone, or things so dear to us... Lighten our hearts, to bear the cross.. "Strengthen, cleanse us within.. And when the evening of life comes.. May we look back and smile, then hum.. Then tears shall crawl, in crystal form.. "To wash...cleansing within.." © Danny El, 2013

Cold tinted, frozen wind of time. Blows from the dark to the blue toned sky. Whispers gather, to judge her crime. In the parliament of crippled cries.. Who told the sun laughter is thin. To burn when pain in our hearts, win and made the moist regain it stand. In the conference of ashes in the sand. Show me the beauty in your fears. Show me what lies beneath your shine. Let me see your mourning in laughter. As we together in memories, dine. We've permeated the eyes of dawn.. With onions of tomorrow. Lets gather the tears that fall. For the washing of many sorrows. As whispers gather, to judge her crime. In the parliament of crippled cries. © Danny El

BONDED Here, In this space of emptiness. My mind begins, to string into memories. That span across lifetimes Solace evolves, beyond the dredges of a long.... ...Lost bond Filling the void that created. The wormholes in my heart. Bliss encounters redemption. From the clusters of noises. Made in the market of emotions. Raging with strife. As i begin to render, the beauty in your eyes, With the codec of daydreams. Today, i realize, there is a bond, that span through lifetimes. A string of love. Connected through generations. Reborn with the lustre of a smile. To burn in the fires of kisses. With strokes of dejavu flickering. Like a dirty worn out movie. Here, In this space of loneliness. I feel a bond that string into memories that span across lifetimes.. A blueprint of emotions. Subtle and divine. All rights reserved 2014

I am clay... An empire of dust and grace I am a unique grand design. The definition of chaos in solace. This is not a song of praise. Nor the anthems for legends in the sands of glory This is the rhythm birthed from a life That has walked the paths of hell in its fury I am a country of loneliness. A piano cherished by heroes unsung I am a light, that corrupts the helms of darkness. The hope of misery in the eclipse of the sun. ii. I am dawn, a tapestry of scars and glory. Ask the winds, they'll whisper to you, my story. I am a book, with black and white pages, That harbors imaginations more complex than humanity. As my soul glides on the sea of gravity. Like leaves blown by the lips of time. As I sail downwards into that pale white sky, Turned upside down by insanity's resonating chimes. Let me walk through the fires of that last song. Smiling in fulfillment, at bliss with all odds and wrong. © July 7, 2015

Today my voice spoke to me. Tales of walking memories. I could see them as zombies. Infected by the snares of grief. For the night's disgust is tasted On the tongues of mourners Who with hot water tonsils spit venom.. And watch blood turn into water   I sought counsel in a round-table. Surrounded by gloomy thoughts. They were muttering fables of ruin. Like a convict in a law court.   Standing with guilt, ashamed... Of the picture that my words have framed. Was i smart enough to shove aside the failures? Described as felonies of fate by the judge.   Now i am convicted of murder. How could i have been capable of such. I could hear the walls whisper doom to my ears Is this the gift and the call of my fears   So let pain persecute me Before a verdict stings my ears to dumbness And shrinks my soul to skeletons.. As you point the gun at my heart And say that my hands have killed;. I say that I could not have But I see even my shadow writhing In sour disbelief.   T

When the past beckons the present to speak to the future. The reason for the darkness. That flooded the souls of men When the atmosphere breathes. Through the nostrils of the winds. Convictions of hopelessness. For the salvation of humanity.. When rectitude is raped.. An becomes pregnant. With bastard children. Hybrid of virtues in sodomy. Forming a vast colony. When truth is enthroned in dust.. And with love, armies of deception gather. To destroy the foundations laid in the past. By the ancestors of our future. When voices crying on the hills of depravity. mutilated by memories that lie on fading dreams. When pages tainted with inks of sorrow and promises kept and broken. are laid with lives which had long been taken What shall we do then Continue to look at the curtains of grace That rest in the temple of Israel Or stand up to the foe That lay to waste The pages of many lifetimes. What shall we do then Bathe in the nemesis of our failures As the threshold of frustration Breaks our c

En-TWIN-ed... I. Two lifetimes, Merged into O ne. Two beings from, Alternate realities. Fused into one system Of emotions and fate governed by their own reflections Reflections birthed from The semblance of their scars. Minute details entrenched In conduct connected by flaws. Flaws designed with a beauty Found only within their eyes. As they stare deep into The fragments of their souls. A dark cloud of feelings Hovers over their minds Its about to rain. A downpour of passions. Soaked into shivers down their spines. Creating an opening Of trust and truth. One found only in A sheer innocence of youth. II. You look at me with eyes Filled with care. Afflicting my senses with Tenderness and charm. Breathing in an atmosphere Of stars and fireflies. Our minds touch the heavens In caresses mild and thin. We do not struggle to attain A wireless connection of thoughts There are no passwords. No encryption algorithms. There is a festival of go

In rustling sways , the leaves sings the orchestra. Playing the chords of the dry desert winds.. Herald tunes of humid mist from the savanna. In myrtle swings of blue.. A chilly gloom of haze grips the dawn. As mistful hue sets the morn. A timely chase to the eve of Christmas. In dusty myriads ashore. But if the chimes of Christmas songs.. Brings the gifts of santa claus.. Then let the dry winds of Hamattan. Wipe wanes and toils off course. In jingles sings the ringing chiming bells. As dry leaves adorn the ground. Gleaming forth in homeward bound. The avalanche movement swells. Swallowed in drought the thirst sets in. As water becomes a means. The fowls at Christmas are bought for kill. Garnished in wholesome meals. Happy glee blooms the Christened day. The birth of the Son of God. Many in this day are led astray. Profanity in lust accord. In sweetened beams chimes the homonyms. As fireworks adorn the eve. And many a few are lost in bliss. Of sacred songs

So i gather the remnants of what is left, Of me. And place them in your care. With unwavering trust devoid of fear. Therefore, I remain Dauntless, In this chemistry of the blind. I still see. My front and behind. So never mind. When i say. I am losing my mind. It is actually a way of saying. You're one of a kind. (c) 2015

I have been chasing shadows into glints of hope waiting for you to Love me back But, today. I witnessed the skies weeping at your foolishness. So do not look for me when the candle lights go out. or starve when the stars within your world refuse to shine. I took them with me because, Actually, They were mine. © Danny El .

Toyin. You have stood the test of time Lending the sky a fist of faith. You have in eternity's mind. Existed before the birth of fate Moving through galaxies like a meteor That glimmers like a neutron star. You found your way through darkness Born into a world of pain and scars. Toyin. I won't try to explain the joy of flowers That bloom at the sight your smile. Or tell you the number of hours. I spend on the nile Of daydreams. Chilling on reflections in the evening Of my imaginations. Reminiscing the times when you In gentle whispers, Told me to: Never relent. Toyin, I won't try to begin to extol The nature of your mind. A concatenation of ideas and skills That puts one in a state of rewind... Into the beauty of your soul A work of art made by God. To bring about miracles, wonders and signs as of Old. Toyin I would like to remind you that The test is not over. You will be tried on different levels And realms till you get to a state Of ment

I know you think i am naughty. A pervert with a mundane mind. Whose upbringing may be faulty I know dear friend, i know. I know you feel i'm not serious. Most times you think i am kidding. You hardly know when i'm furious. I know dearest i know. Sometimes i tend to be recluse. Pushing you away, setting loose Blotches and sparks of my own fuse That hurt you... friend... i know. You know we all are not perfect. There's beauty in our flaws dearest. Don't make us in our hurts, neglect. Moments that made our love to grow. On boundless plains, in seas ashore. Where sands glinted like distant stars And hope was drawn across the waves That washed our pains and healed our scars. I know you know i love you still. Despite the way you treat me still. You do not know that soon i will. Leave you, dear friend, alone. To live my life in subtle peace. And break all bonds that brought us joy. And to my tent in solemn bliss. Forget that you ever exist... -- Dan

"i know" I know you think i am so weird. most things i do may disgust you. you feel i am not confident. i know friend. yes, i know. i know you sleep at night with fear. you think i may not really care. when all seems lost and darkness falls. i know dearest... i know. i know you think i am quicksand. loveable, hard to understand. timid and shy. stupid and bland. i know dear friend, i know. i know sometimes, i dissapoint. and tend towards a breaking point of frustration and denial. i know dearest i know. i know how you treat me with scorn. say things about me that will burn my heart and make me feel so torn. i know dearest. i know. i know you do not know i know. all these and more, but i let go. to live a simple life of peace. i know dear friend. i know. (c) Danny El

in beautous glimpses, on the edges of dreams Your smile glistens, like the rays of dawn. I see the colors of tenderness in your eyes and i wonder if I'm strong enough to break the ice. Your mind is the hallway to things complex and beautiful. a labyrinth of art, mysteriously powerful.. that... When you kissed me. i experienced rapture. elevating to a realm. governed by the future. - A future birthed from the moments we share in silence. on grassy hills... holding hands through the rays of passion as we burn in each other eyes. renewed from the ashes of our smiles ...in beautous glimpses, on the edges of dreams... - Danny El

"i cannot breakdown...." this is the lie i tell myself while my heart is on the verge of loosing itself. sometimes i stare in silent transitions between fantasy and reality and feel like a tortoise without limbs curled in its own shell. "who told you, you can move mountains when you can't even pick a pin. you lazy Nigerian youth. your failures stink like the stone cold faeces of a chimpanzee i saw passing on daydreams street yesterday" ...said stagnation. Yes, that being that has decided to put me in a state of mental depravity it's like my thoughts are caving in...to a bottle of dreams and aspirations left to ferment. that demon that feeds you with the memory of your failures. and all you see is how you shouldn't have followed this path or missed the other path forgetting that action and reaction are equal and opposite. From this bottle of dreams. i drink everyday. forgetting the failures of yesterday. assuring mysel

One.... two... three. in constant increments, we began the fire that merged two worlds together. "Analysis check" was the phrase I evoked in constant scrutiny of these raging magma in my veins. Our meeting was a constellation of fireflies in space. in which we drowned subconsciously, but somehow evolved into amphibians. that could adapt to these changes terraforming our minds into colonies of insanity. Your eyes is the gate to a world simple and beautiful. Sometimes I question the nature of my reality in your absence. because reality is when I’m with you. Your hands is the highway to all things tender and poignant. Sometimes I get sick when I’m not with you. because your touch makes me blue. I won't try to fight these soldiers of affections assembled in my mind for a war of wit and guts because they will surely prevail. Instead I will lead them on a course to victory in mind, body, spirit and soul. Because I think I've found that mis