MUSPIRATIONS

Breathe upon my name The oxygen the burns the flames Ignited by passion Devoid of shame Blame..Nor the repute of they that proudly proclaim "I am the reason why she lives I am her savior in times of need" Breathe upon my name The rhythms of your grace.. Through the bronchial cavity of vanity Let me feel The atmosphere of your sweet serenity As tears decline in mourning when dusk kisses the morning Breathe upon my name The breath of glory Glowing across the horizons light years away from imaginations primal and divine "For You are the reason why i live You are my savior in times of need" Breathe upon our name Centers of abstraction in rectitude Let righteousness be forged with sin defamed Across the hearts of the vast multitude "For you are the reason why we live Our Savior in times of need" Danny El Copyright 2014

Eat my heart... Grind it with stones of darkness... Let blood spill.. Upon the flowers of your tenderness. Flay these feelings with whips of pain.. Pain of inability to see your face.. Let me feel the gift of your torture.. Upon the embers of your dark grace.. Peel the skins of ecstasy.. With knives of poisoned kisses.. Let the bones and skulls of loneliness resurrect, in eerie sway.. From the caverns of dark wishes. Let the demon's of love celebrate.. The death of the angels of pleasure.. Let them drink and merry.. In the dark alleys of abused treasure.. You lie in wait.. Beside the pillars of the gate.. Built by heartbreaks, Carrying an axe of hate.. To butcher the mercenaries of pleasurable pain.. You poisoned the tea of my care.. With liquid mercury.. Tortured my heart to fear.. And laughed at my misery.. You crowned my love with thorns.. And crucified her at Calvary.. You drew my fear on papers of doubt.. Ate and swallowed them in your own m...

Practicing prankish plays.. Behind big-headed bosses.. Intimidating insane imps.. To tactical training.. Frustrating fellow friends... With withering words wading wavering waves.. Among astute ant armies. administering alliterative anagrams.. To torment the thought train .. Pre-rendered paths play With wits washed within wedged wisdom.. Beside balloons being blown between blackened balls... Passing plundering pain.. Through tentacles trained to torment the Teachers that teach the tenets trapping triumphant truth... Copyright (c) May 5th 2014

While the trees dance gently.. To the melodies of the winds of sanity.. Let me, in you, get lost in this trip.. To the grassy fields of insanity.. Begun with the lustre of a smile.. Made in the valleys of care.. Mountains go to the moon to seek advice.. "What will happen when she's no more there..?" The eyez of sheer passion.. Glittering through the fortress created by hurt. Fires of desire scourges the trees of doubt In the forest of my reflex thoughts.. Ifunanya.. Anointed to steal this heart.. Kept in the gardens of Solitude. Ifunanya. Did fate decide of this path..? In the midst of dawning incertitude. Ifunanya. Will our cares erase the tears of yesteryear. and take away the fears of another tear. Ifunanya.. Will the elders in the village of wisdom.. Approve our journey into the forest of love's kingdom.. See me through the eyez of friendship.. See me through the eyez of the sun.. See me through the joys of tommorrow. These torrents of affections blows me st...

Gabriella, Like an artist, i have drawn an image Of you, sitting beside my heart.. Your tender smile, takes me on a voyage.. To sea's, lost beyond the nile.. Time stops, and seasons remain Trapped in the ambience of your grace and charm. My heartbeats flickers, stutters, then whispers.. rhythms of bliss, when you held my hands.. You, made in the semblance of a goddess.. A princess, with eyez piercing like a spear.. You, a star, on whose path, are diamonds of glory.. Glittering with beauty forged in flames of care.. I will engineer my thoughts like the architect. Make them immune to your cute and loving smile.. Make my thoughts sit beside your mind.. And cuddle your fears with palms of my care.. I will structure my thoughts to think less, feel more.. Discipline my spirit to sleep in your eyez.. Open my heart to this source of inspiration.. That makes me flutter in the congregation of fireflies... From my heart have i spoken.. From my soul.. Have i writte...

Come dearest one.. To the birthplace where, our love was born.. Come with me, through the roads where.. Passions ignited our thoughts to memoirs; shining beyond the radiance of a thousand suns.. Open the doors of your heart.. Remember the times.. When in the kitchen of reality.. We washed ourselves in the sink of fantasies.. We came through time.. Past amidst the pathways of hurts and betrayals.. Resonating whispers of faith.. Binding us within.. This world of hate.. But then storms arose.. Incertitude of what the future holds.. Winds of doubts blew us away.. Into the deserts where black vultures prey Now wandering through the desert, wondering.. We kept pondering.. As we saw carnations of our trust.. Eaten by eagles of strife Right before our eyes.. We saw the skin of our understanding.. Decomposing into dust.. Maggots of distrust crawling the putrid skin.. That once radiated with pearls adorned on linings of care.. We know not our fate.. We'...

We have mastered the scores of our faith. Wrote them on scrolls; Put them in a bottle.. We've seen the combs of wisdom Take the strands of our hairs And burnt them in the stubble. We, on the path of slavery. Have masturbated with the integrity that made us Victorious merchants of faith Now drinking the beer of profanity We eat and dine in the toilet Of gross immorality. We, on whom the future has prepared For us; A pot of soup. So that we may dine and relish in the taste Made with the sacrifices And spilled blood Of the patriotic few. We have mastered the blueprints of our destiny Buried them in the sands. Looking out to the hills and mountains Seeking for answers We've already buried in the sands.. We, victims of ourselves Hypnotized by the ignorance that we've placed Like adverts on our shelves Constricted, blind to the emptiness of vanity Looking at the everything That dwells in nothing. Danny El Copyright 2014