MUSPIRATIONS

...what defines how we feel? Is it... The erratic swings between joys and pain. Or the proclivity to fill the void that drives us insane.. Is it the tears we cry within... When those we love finds no place for us to come in.. Is it the smiles of rejection.. Or the laughter forced to seek approval and attention. Is it the moments shared on grassy hills.. Where we look at stars and get goosebumps chills.. Is it the mercurial tendencies of anger.. In situations of gross frustration and hunger.. Is it the kisses in the midst of fireflies.. As two in romantic sway, levitate to paradise.. Is it the merriment of brokenness.. When intimate hearts loose the touch of tenderness.. What defines how we feel.. Is it the colors of our bare skin, or the color when it peels...? #rheotics All rights reserved. Oct 2014.

I lay on my bed.. In my bedroom of emotions.. Hugging my pillow.. With my brain signals flooded with affections.. Affections titrated with feelings of love.. from the instant i saw your face.. Smiling on my wall.. With tender glimmers of poignant grace... You've been adored by many men.. Guys and boys alike.. Stalking you to limelight.. While i sit from afar.. Watching and waiting in the distance.. For a moment i picture in my head.. A moment where the world fleets behind.. Into the shadows of our travails... And time to a still, stands. While our tears rest on the shoulders of comfort.. As we hug each other.. Into the realm of fantasies.. While your aura exudes a mystery.. Alien to men... They roam around you like bees to a honeycomb.. Waiting to sting with the fangs of gross jealousy.. Any who comes in close proximity And so i sit afar... Locked out from the rhythms of your grace.. Watching in the distance.. Hoping that you will.. From that clogged up world of yours.. ...

Pain is sweet pleasure.. From a perspective, A different dimension of view.. Pain is the feeling i feel now.. From deep within a heart. Bleeding for you. I have sailed upon the rivers of time walked through streets of memories Way far behind.. I have witnessed the death of love. A service of songs. Sung in honor of his unwavering sacrifice. Look through my soul Dear Goddess of grace Look through the arteries, the veins and the capillaries. That conveys the lava of love.. Burning within my skin.. A heart forged with lead so malleable you can bend and blend With the mallet of the pleasures of hurt, Pain, torture you solemnly enjoy in tears Hypnotized by your aura and charm i trust you will bring no harm to this heart, weakened by the fray gotten from past mistakes of yesterday Look through my soul Dear Goddess of grace Look through the arteries, the veins and the capillaries. That conveys the lava of love.. Burning within my skin.. A labyrinth of emotions floods the farm-fields of my so...

The hamattan season billows. Happiness on dry floors. As winter hides its joy in snows.. Blaming the seasons flaws.. The scented pale dust fills the air.. And reeks of manger birth.. When glory came down to forbear.. The price of sin and death. The eve of Christmas burns the sky.. With fire cracks of joy. Dancing with friends as we defy.. Sadness in gleeful coy. The chickens pray their lives be spared. For just another year. But without heed, their throats are seared, With knives that never care. Branding all items white and red.. We celebrate his birth. Of words written, in black and red.. 2000years on earth.. Let us then sing hymns of Christmas. For one who paid the price.. Who laid his life, that we might win. The war of sacrifice.

My thoughts have sang.. Melodies of sleepless nights.. To my eyez Which has drawn strength.. From the images of your smile.. Caressing my nights.. With pleasures that speak, through my red-tinted eyez.. Looking at you, With a heart, tendered by your care.. And so, you've made me addicted.. In love with Insomnia, Through the strength you've given, to my frail heart.. While my eyez chase after slumber.. My thoughts hold it back.. Putting asunder.. Any affections created by their intimacy.. Just for a moment with you.. In the gardens of eternity.. Where love reigns sovereign.. And possibities are limitless.. And so, for the love of Insomnia, i have betrayed my eyez.. By denying her comfort just to intimately connive with my thoughts. To teleport with you.. Tonite, To paradise.. Where fireflies are blue.. And affections are endlessly made anew..

With Masked Identity he left the bosom of glorious divinity As Mighty rivers run out of The matrix of infinity Flutes of Justice plays the lullaby of Sin and Restitution A leap of faith drowns In the oceans of oppression Until Justice prevail The devil shall dance the waltz The miracle of flight shall begin The Final Judgement. Often in a lifetime We tread on paths of greed A malicious conspiracy Propels us to sow evil seeds We clutter our souls With peaceful illusions Revolving our timid faith Around the altar of confusion Like wandering shadows We walk into the unknown Searching for peace In the clubhouse of Sodom A cerebral dissension grows In the pulse of the inner me We struggle to maintain bravery In the sight of the enemy Living behind our shadows We've evoked the eclipse of faith Stepping on the toes of fear. Covered with cobwebs of self-hate Reproof becomes the slave That walks on deserts of dismay We look to the sky, upside down Hoping to see spirit walking witho...

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

COLLABORATION BY DANNY EL GENTLEDAN & DEBORAH RENEE©2014 (Danny) Canyons of love, where flaws were bred. A Punic faith, with hope and trust. Was made the meat and daily bread. On the isles of a pilgrims thoughts.. Memories were burned on discs of dreams. My hope was slain on crystal tears. A tender eyes, a subtle gleam.. Made my heart sink, in seas of care.. Icebergs of friendship melts down and drain Leaving wet motes of errors that now remain Frozen between the crevices of my heart. By the wintery torrents of lonely pain. (Renee) Desert winds, coarse and merciless, Depart to where, when I am lost, Golden landscapes, dry loneliness, Pain holds me here, love's endured cost. Tears of yesterday, water the grounds, a pointless effort, no flowers will bloom. This land barren, gray clouds abound, my body carries a heart of gloom.. In scattered dreams, where rainbows smile, on plateaus of faith, seeds I cast. Still a flicker of light, I pray now, To...

Spoken Word Poetry Presentation

It's words written that heals the heart.. And calms the weary mind.. Through arts, we look through life, its path.. And mysteries we thus find.. A mirror through that which is real.. Through it, the mind widens.. And in its power, our hearts we spill.. And feel our souls fasten.. When tears in blue rhythms sets in.. And trials betide we.. We paint with words, pictures creep in.. To soothe the soul at sea.. Through words spewed forth, love danced in glee.. And glowed in sweet beauty.. The moon, the stars saw her and hid.. In shyness to duty.. If arts is life portrayed in thoughts.. Through which we see life's flaws.. Let us then seek to mend our faults.. And tame the heart of walls..

I Dreams flutter around my head.. As i sit down, eating beans and bread.. Dancing in my mind are mangled hopes. Entwined like a labyrinth of many ropes.. Fighting against the wiles of profanity.. The mind wanders through the plains of Sagacity.. Trained like a monk, to show no pain.. The soul becomes undaunted, in the midst of rain.. Zeal becomes the madman who, In his quest for knowledge, becomes the fool.. Who acts irrational, hated by them.. Who lack discipline, and courage to stand firm.. But through it all, dreams will live on.. Even in the shadows of a dying sun.. For by it, memories still will remain.. In the remnants of time, for they, who lived not in vain.. II There is a garden in the city of the mind.. Where dreams were sown, nurtured and grown.. The farmer was a different unique kind.. With the wisdom to discern the seeming unknown.. With an understanding of the times and seasons.. He made sure no crop withered or died.. He lived in the hut of logical rea...

I The struggle for life begins with the thirst, Encroaching the pallor-ed grasses of fate. Seasons of drought becomes now the test; Set for they who thus ignored their faith.. Rivers become dry, the fishes die... Sorrow now walks on the fields of the mind.. With a croaked voice, the sun now outcry; In somber tones of mem'ries thus denied. When the terrains of moist in life is drained.. And all u see is sorrow and deep pain.. Wat will be the reward of they who framed.. The memories of heroes that were slain.. Season of drought are times when the dust.. Covers the eyes to erase trust.. Built on red clay, in good old days; When the fountains of bliss reflected the sun's rays. II When life becomes the frenemy you seek.. In the face of trials and shaded repose.. When strife becomes a companion so meek.. What do you do, relax, pretty indisposed.. When tears becomes the dust that covers your eyez.. To the point where you then become blind.. If friends becomes ...