MUSPIRATIONS

I wanted to live a life in reverse Time.   Space.     Matter.     designed in a multiverse   of emotions and memories connected inversely.. So that, the past becomes a journey to a future yet unknown with tokens of mistakes and failures we would have to pay on this journey to yesterday A journey where flaws were the bond-masters of slavery to our self-esteem A journey where you begin a song that ends with notes structured to always sound wrong. We told so many stories to our conscience convincing it that our mistakes was part of a grand design to make us warriors able to challenge our fears to a duel and win flawlessly. We even lied to our sanity. Preaching to her. The sermon of spontaneity. Convincing her that there is a herbalist that could make you rich by being lazy. And so we thought and were governed by these into experiences that said otherwise Our tears tasted like salt We choked in sullen grief when our beliefs were beheaded and hanged on a pike. ...

Last night, i buried my thoughts alive. Six feet beneath the ground, covered in sands of temptation, guilt, seeking redemption. From, this discreet seduction, firing my desires to yonder heights. Like a colony of fireflies shining in a low-lit garden i followed this path to ruin ignited by an alluring duplicity of passion sediment-ed in sheer innocence of youth. We began with timid smiles of care touch in secret corners we could hear our minds speak to each other melting every iceberg of fear in the oceans of our hearts A rustle of emotions began like leaves seeking freedom from the slavery of confinement. We became bound in rhythm and songs as we held hands walking in the garden of Eden. We saw the serpent when we kissed deceitfully urging us to eat this forbidden fruit which           tasted                   'GREAT' with consequences that will send ripples of unrest across the calm rivers of our souls. Last n...

That moment when deafening silence strips your imaginations stark naked. Into the hall of deep meditations, ashamed. Then, in a trance, you enter into the realms of the holy of holies. Worshipping without words... Then your tears tells the stories of a stray and wayward life. Trying to find its way back, into the arms of the Savior. But your thoughts begin to wage war. On the fields where profanity holds sway. You begin to ask. Are you destined to be a sinner. Hope of heaven looks bleak. A mirage because your sub-con has been reprogrammed, with codes of the flesh. A virus that has replicated into tantrums of passions, contrary to your spirits' enterprise. And yes you know the end is here, yet, you look helpless. Your mind being poisoned to accept your fate. So you try to bring others to salvation at the expense of your own redemption. #musingsOfaLostSoul (c) July 19, 2015

This heart,   in these dense waters of confusion, is about to drown . Struggling helplessly   to live , within the sphere of sanity. Like a dry leaf ignited, in a wild forest, During the season of harmattan. Affections began a friendly fire Between two roads, Reality and abstraction. Spreading and consuming, Every substance in its path I'm now left with the ashes   Of a mixture , That depicts the essence of wild insanity. When memories struggle for air in a crowd of emotions Protesting for the presence of a goddess To explain the reason why they are being denied The wages of peace and tranquility When she is absent. When passions begin to draw Imaginations on gentle winds With the ink of time Creating an artistically designed sketch Of peace in the congregation of chaos Then feelings, as you know it, Have become nameless . To define its nature would be a sin to words ever spoken, heard or written   All rights reserved ...

Mocking dusk of pain and sorrow Frail not i, the smiles of dawn Seethe the anger for tomorrow And my flaws, in mercies turn Setting hands beneath white showers, To feel snow flakes of the sky With a heart of guilt that cowers, Before silence deafening cry Strands of wisdom, thus lies beneath Long-sufferings feigned delay In the landscapes of sin and death. We find bliss in hopes' swift sway Finding the sacred tears of dawn Upon the leaves of sheer delight We pray to have our joys return With crystals shining bright As the sun rises from the east Cresting the pale blue sky Upon the the embers of our bliss Scorning deep darkness cry Fading the sorrows of the past Tearing the clouds of blue As the sun rises with a cast As our fears misconstrue Mocking dusk of pain and sorrow Frail not i, the smiles of dawn Seethe the anger for tomorrow And my flaws in mercies turn 11.51pm, 10th July 2015 All rights Reserved

Today, he kept on looking at the mirror Staring at an image haunched in habitual dolor. "Who am i?" ...he whispers, staring deep into the dark pigments of his eyes. At this time, flashes begin with the horrors of a soul squashed in the pallors of self-ruin Fragments of a life that have eaten its own sin. Digested and filled, With the crumbles of pity and its din, glitching of reckless redemption. He has seen this image before A déjà vu from the fifth dimension of time Creeping into his world of reality. That defines fear as the presence of an entity beyond the walls of his imagination. All rights reserved 15 Jan 2016

Dried scales of white skin paled by dust, Of season, blessed by flight which, many dawns caressed its frost, In gentle rays of white. For many, time feigned its delay In fleeting slurs of speed. A little compromise replayed In dawning wakes of need. We try to mend our broken mind On engraved stones of zeal Focus amends our hearts to find Visions and goals revealed In foilages of hope betrayed In straws of travails past We gained strength from the part they played Saving the best for last The campaigns began in slow hypes Families gather means The year tolls to its close in stripes Of tension, in failed dreams Of times we spent on words that reel In chatters void and dumb The remnants of our inner will Threshed down by fear, benumbed The breath of dryness brings relief In feelings cold and blue That Christ was born for man's reprieve For sin, to make anew The soul of dirt, putting to death The nature of old self. Salvation brings a new rebirth Cleansing our inner self As dust cling...

...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...