MUSPIRATIONS

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