MUSPIRATIONS

I used to be the manager in a factory of dreams. Where imaginations were also produced Until i met you. You made me resign without notice, with your beauty... ...now I'm jobless thinking of you. Probably I'll apply for a job, within your heart, as a farmer. I promise i will nurture it with Care        Tenderness and                                Deep Passion. I will also prune it of any weeds of doubt or disappointment. When should i come for an interview? © Danny El

Near-translucent crystals Begins the festival of chills down my spine. A mild seductive moan in my bedroom at half past nine I opened the door My darling on top In doggy stylish grind F**king an old friend of mine. © Danny El.

It's hard to breathe in an atmosphere of muted air. Where your thoughts struggle for oxygen to think like a sane man. Imaginations rupture into pollen grains of dystopian depression Causing us to sneeze our perceptions into broken dreams. But in time, we begin to realize the necessity to "sleep" into action. Like the matrix. where nothing is impossible.   © Danny El.

On placards of loneliness. I will inscribe my thoughts Protesting with my pillow. Crumpled by tears of: How much i miss you. You are my government. and i am that policeman you bribe everyday with: Countless betrayals.   © Danny El.