MUSPIRATIONS

"i know" I know you think i am so weird. most things i do may disgust you. you feel i am not confident. i know friend. yes, i know. i know you sleep at night with fear. you think i may not really care. when all seems lost and darkness falls. i know dearest... i know. i know you think i am quicksand. loveable, hard to understand. timid and shy. stupid and bland. i know dear friend, i know. i know sometimes, i dissapoint. and tend towards a breaking point of frustration and denial. i know dearest i know. i know how you treat me with scorn. say things about me that will burn my heart and make me feel so torn. i know dearest. i know. i know you do not know i know. all these and more, but i let go. to live a simple life of peace. i know dear friend. i know. (c) Danny El

in beautous glimpses, on the edges of dreams Your smile glistens, like the rays of dawn. I see the colors of tenderness in your eyes and i wonder if I'm strong enough to break the ice. Your mind is the hallway to things complex and beautiful. a labyrinth of art, mysteriously powerful.. that... When you kissed me. i experienced rapture. elevating to a realm. governed by the future. - A future birthed from the moments we share in silence. on grassy hills... holding hands through the rays of passion as we burn in each other eyes. renewed from the ashes of our smiles ...in beautous glimpses, on the edges of dreams... - Danny El

"i cannot breakdown...." this is the lie i tell myself while my heart is on the verge of loosing itself. sometimes i stare in silent transitions between fantasy and reality and feel like a tortoise without limbs curled in its own shell. "who told you, you can move mountains when you can't even pick a pin. you lazy Nigerian youth. your failures stink like the stone cold faeces of a chimpanzee i saw passing on daydreams street yesterday" ...said stagnation. Yes, that being that has decided to put me in a state of mental depravity it's like my thoughts are caving in...to a bottle of dreams and aspirations left to ferment. that demon that feeds you with the memory of your failures. and all you see is how you shouldn't have followed this path or missed the other path forgetting that action and reaction are equal and opposite. From this bottle of dreams. i drink everyday. forgetting the failures of yesterday. assuring mysel...

One.... two... three. in constant increments, we began the fire that merged two worlds together. "Analysis check" was the phrase I evoked in constant scrutiny of these raging magma in my veins. Our meeting was a constellation of fireflies in space. in which we drowned subconsciously, but somehow evolved into amphibians. that could adapt to these changes terraforming our minds into colonies of insanity. Your eyes is the gate to a world simple and beautiful. Sometimes I question the nature of my reality in your absence. because reality is when I’m with you. Your hands is the highway to all things tender and poignant. Sometimes I get sick when I’m not with you. because your touch makes me blue. I won't try to fight these soldiers of affections assembled in my mind for a war of wit and guts because they will surely prevail. Instead I will lead them on a course to victory in mind, body, spirit and soul. Because I think I've found that mis...

I loved you. because... Love is that useless idiot that put pepper-spray on my mind, Can't you see i was blind to how ugly you are. Should i remind you of how i used to see you as one of a kind A queen from the land of the rich and famous. with virtues very hard to find. Now i can see. © Danny El

Oceans rage within his feeble mind. Running through grasses, unconsciously blind. To the perils, that lie in wait for the one. Who knows not the price paid for salvation. Mercy now drops at the rudders of sin. And me, a frail soul, lost in between. Longing for the touch of redemption. Amid-st the seeming trials and temptation. In the depths of fear, nemesis is born. A twin of karma, shining at the glint of dawn. Evil chains the conscience with the truth of guilt. Annihilating the walls, built by repute. Now hear me Lord, my wails, my paled cry. Let me through, the gates of heaven with a smile. Beyond this life, where shores are grim. Make me that vessel, filled to the brim. To revive the vine that falsehood has ruptured. Preparing the saints for the rapture.   © 2013 Danny El

When in sobriety, i awaken. With stripes upon my head. And had my thoughts, overtaken. By her beauty instead. And slept into blue dreams. With smiles upon my face. Beneath a sky that gleams with starry crystals of solace. Finding peace in the conference of noise. As my ears elope into thin air. When she speaks with a voice that denoise. The grains of the atmosphere. Filming my doubts with memories that speak of a fragile heart. With the subtle play of symphonies. That make nightmares depart. Then, to a point, i dissolve. Into the liquid of affections. Steaming with a bold resolve. To make a sincere confession. Staring at the ocean in her eyez as i wander, lost in awe. With thoughts that froze as ice, when she opened the door. In the wake of a distorted mind. Whispers became dumb. Courage to its shame went blind. As feelings became numb. Then in sobriety, i awaken. With stripes upon my head. Of a love that has overtaken. My thinking instead. Danny El © 2015

Do not take me for granted When i speak with so much fear Nor leave me in love's field stranded Without a tincture of your care When i sail across oceans unending with storms that scream into my soul Will you watch me, pretending Not to see the waters, swallow me whole Will you hide me behind the soothing echoes of your whispers? or take me on a tour to find Pleasures disguised as painful blisters? Deep beneath your veins Do you believe you can bear the sky upon dark plains Where marches forth, an army of tears? Danny El © 2015

Suddenly we glide, in the steep slopes of life's valley Gliding with the skateboards given by our failures. to sink into oblivion like forgotten winds. We feel torn A     P     A     R     T. like rags used to clean the bodies of dead men. Gliding against rocks of chastity we stumble. injured severely, we resort to surrender our will to depression. Suddenly we begin to listen to the language of flashes here and there. Trace patterns of the future burned in daydreams We begin to understand the need to get up and move on Upwards, towards our goal Against the tides and torrents of our travails.. © Danny El

Like Pochahontas.. Reminisces flew towards me. Spirally. Like leafs from white trees. Taking me back to the days when. We met we. Miles spoke in smiles. Through conversations made in blue lines. Distraught, broken by thoughts. Roaming endlessly. Round the pavilion of affections. But fate had already drawn a thin line. Destined her, not to be mine. And while i struggled, with all the strength in me. She was busy building, the melody. Meticulously, i frayed my care into oblivion. And dreams scattered abroad. Trodden of difficulties. As i struggle against the torrents created by life's stormy seas. So i watched, far from reach. My first online crush. Enchanted by, the witch. But while i still sit from afar.. I will bask in the euphoria of thy birth. Pray that you live life fulfilled. Before thy journey beyond mother earth. I will pour the wine of friendship. On glasses of your smiles. Toasting to a new phase of relationship. Till the en...

I am your favorite, Dear Humanity. Spawned from the ashes of uncluttered dust, I have become the enigma, you discreetly adore. I am your best. The hunts-woman from winters war. Indispensable like the air you breathe. I am the one, all villains abhor. I am the cacophonies of peace and rhythms of noise. the one you call, the nightmares nemesis. I am your favorite, Dear humanity. The mother of generations yet unborn. © Danny El 14-6-2017

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.

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 ...