MUSPIRATIONS

With Linen washed in dead lands.. Echoes become dumb.. And with outstretched hands... Voices ran to the arms of dark hills... Then washed we, our faces.. On riverbanks of nightmares.. Drank from the shores of dark ages.. To see visions of blood. Then darkness shouts. And shadows arise.. From the hollows of pain and misery.. Then evil scribbles on our fears, Words of sorrow, Written for the letters of tomorrow. We hid in the sphinx of mercy... Chasing peace by feigning morality, Battles of the weak, we fought, laying waste.. Bodies for the merchants of mortality Legs become heads, talking with bloodshot eyes placed between toes.. While heads walk, bruised on bottles, Mixed with red-hot coals.. Then seasons resound, the rain of terror, upon the denizens of the lands of Canaan.. As we fallowed the remains of justice.. In the farmlands where carrion of hope, were eaten by vultures.. We saw the visions of blood, back in the lands of Egypt, Cried out in warning. To they who sat on diamond th...

In exile, many miles... Words keep on calling my name, With a seductive smile... In exile, many miles.. My hands keep on fidgeting, For the pen i have forsaken... And i succumb, To the smile.. Enchanting flickers of pleasure, To the family of the mind.. So i smoke my pen, And blow the ink from my nostrils, As i sit on the hills Of the wilderness.. All rights reserved © 2014

Similitude of two towers.. A twin from another mother.. You came out of the ashes of her consummation.. Into the womb of procreation... You, defined with the aura of weird grace and poise. A maiden whose charm emanates from her tender loving voice.. Fluid from far-fetched faith fissures flowing freely for faithless friends.. A friend, hard to offend, and never pretends.. Spawned into time, from the calendar of timeless eternity.. Vegetables of her birth were nurtured in the fields of morality.. A portrait crafted in the cathedral of divine thought.. Growing in strength for her, is a necessity, a must.. Wishes are like air, that can't be held.. So i would wish you not, a thing.. But pray that you be in good health.. Prosper and conquer, the stronghold of sin.. I pray not that you be successful.. But with purpose burning within, that you get the feeling of consummate fulfillment.. When the sunset of life sets in.... Flourish within the sphere of reality.. Heed not to the wiles of pro...

I Twist and turns, flashbacks in me, burn.. With fury in my head.. Mem'ries of years past, dead and gone.. Flickers with pain instead.. Times when the dry winds spoke like whips. Lashed on the skin of they.. Who knew not how to keep their lips.. From ranting everyday.. Songs of Christmas, songs of his birth. Songs of tear-slain goodbyes.. When the tempest watched to its death. Victories won in its eyes.. Weathered in ashes of his love. Smouldered to thanksgiving.. Ensnared with blessings from above.. In-spite our misgivings. Spirally, mem'ries in me burn, Like cinders in my head. Mem'ries of deeds done, dead and gone. Flickers in white and red.. II The white hue tinted atmosphere.. Brings reflections of clay.. When dust enclosed the hemisphere, with hymns in Christened play.. Of stars above the dark blue sky. Of histories made of dawn.. Of chords played amidst fireflies.. Of salvation reborn. While we strayed towards paths of sin.. And took his death in vain.. And made his ...

Lifeless sorrow, The night is gone. Dear tomorrow, Do not mourn.. You've seen the winter, mow the lawn Of tears and wondered.. Where is dawn? Forgetting the memories, planted with thorns, where solemn symphonies in distress, burn... Still you ask, where is dawn? When you've been given the task. To tender, the green horn.. Dawn is drifting.. Where dreams reside, paying no heed.. To what your failures decide.. While reality walks on wooden floors.. Making noise, as you try to hide our flaws in the bedrooms of yesterday. Painting experiences with palettes made from pain.. Washing our sins with detergents of.. "i will never sin again.." Pay attention to the whispers of the winds.. For your path to redemption, lies therein.. Do not mourn. Dear tomorrow.. The night is gone, embrace the dawn..

Gently.. It glides through the vacuum.. Where spaces meet.. And nothing is found.. Whispering.. Songs of hope, for seasons.. Beyond the limits of time. Formless, with bliss laden rhythms-.. To give direction, on paths to follow... Voiceless.. On sleeping floors where vanity.. Finds solace.. Blowing Along it paths.. The flutes of fantasy.. To heal a lost soul. Listen.. Yes listen... As life plays silently.. On sweet insanity.. Abiding.. On nothingness.. Where emptiness, Is precious than gold.. All rights reserved © 2015.

Please stay, Don't go away... Take away, This feeling of evanescence.. Brewed in your presence. Every moment shared In humility.. Every feeling felt In sincerity, the silence that defies the laws of gravity. the smiles of transfiguration.. The whispers of salvation... These gives me joy and hope. The needed strength and will to cope, In this dark and pallid world... Where love is murdered, In cold blood. Please stay, Don't go away, Make this moment immortal. Let it be a portal, to memories sacred and eternal. Let me breathe in the air of your beauty. Let me get drunk in kisses so divine.. Let me feel the warmth of your embrace, In ways so profoundly designed to sweep me off my feet As i retrace my steps to the top of silent hills.. Where the winds blows against time, and eternity begins its rhythms and rhymes Please stay, don't go away.. Take away these fears. By always being here.. Yes, here, In my heart.. So we can never be apart.. Please stay.

Oh broken lamb, with bones that wail. Virtues of pain and sacrifice. Frail soul, thorn heart, dear son of God. For salvation, you paid the price. The righteousness of sin do brag. Of salient deeds done in the dark.. The manifold works of the flesh. Speaks of conquests of minds turned black. Of victories 'stablished by dead men. Of grey tears shed in failures glen. Of depression, of emptiness. That floods the weary hearts of men. Oh broken lamb, with bones that wail. Virtues of pain and sacrifice. Frail soul, thorn heart, dear son of God. For salvation, you paid the price. Many are they, who once had faith. But went astray with the whirlwinds. That blows the heart to vanity. And brings it to profanity. To toil in farm-fields of its sin. And reap the fruits buried within. When life redeems the end of death. And judgement of all then is set. Dear broken lamb, with bones that wail. In tears of pain and sacrifice. We thank you for the price you paid. Thorn heart, meek soul, dear Son of ...

Let happiness renew me Lord.. And bathe my soul clean in thy blood.. Wash out the guilt, make me devoid... "Of sin...cleanse me within When times that tends to make us stray.. From truth, with winds that blows away.. Our faith in you, Lord, have your way.. "revive...cleanse us within.. And when the heart suffers deep loss. Of someone, or things so dear to us... Lighten our hearts, to bear the cross.. "Strengthen, cleanse us within.. And when the evening of life comes.. May we look back and smile, then hum.. Then tears shall crawl, in crystal form.. "To wash...cleansing within.." © Danny El, 2013

Cold tinted, frozen wind of time. Blows from the dark to the blue toned sky. Whispers gather, to judge her crime. In the parliament of crippled cries.. Who told the sun laughter is thin. To burn when pain in our hearts, win and made the moist regain it stand. In the conference of ashes in the sand. Show me the beauty in your fears. Show me what lies beneath your shine. Let me see your mourning in laughter. As we together in memories, dine. We've permeated the eyes of dawn.. With onions of tomorrow. Lets gather the tears that fall. For the washing of many sorrows. As whispers gather, to judge her crime. In the parliament of crippled cries. © Danny El

BONDED Here, In this space of emptiness. My mind begins, to string into memories. That span across lifetimes Solace evolves, beyond the dredges of a long.... ...Lost bond Filling the void that created. The wormholes in my heart. Bliss encounters redemption. From the clusters of noises. Made in the market of emotions. Raging with strife. As i begin to render, the beauty in your eyes, With the codec of daydreams. Today, i realize, there is a bond, that span through lifetimes. A string of love. Connected through generations. Reborn with the lustre of a smile. To burn in the fires of kisses. With strokes of dejavu flickering. Like a dirty worn out movie. Here, In this space of loneliness. I feel a bond that string into memories that span across lifetimes.. A blueprint of emotions. Subtle and divine. All rights reserved 2014

I am clay... An empire of dust and grace I am a unique grand design. The definition of chaos in solace. This is not a song of praise. Nor the anthems for legends in the sands of glory This is the rhythm birthed from a life That has walked the paths of hell in its fury I am a country of loneliness. A piano cherished by heroes unsung I am a light, that corrupts the helms of darkness. The hope of misery in the eclipse of the sun. ii. I am dawn, a tapestry of scars and glory. Ask the winds, they'll whisper to you, my story. I am a book, with black and white pages, That harbors imaginations more complex than humanity. As my soul glides on the sea of gravity. Like leaves blown by the lips of time. As I sail downwards into that pale white sky, Turned upside down by insanity's resonating chimes. Let me walk through the fires of that last song. Smiling in fulfillment, at bliss with all odds and wrong. © July 7, 2015

Today my voice spoke to me. Tales of walking memories. I could see them as zombies. Infected by the snares of grief. For the night's disgust is tasted On the tongues of mourners Who with hot water tonsils spit venom.. And watch blood turn into water   I sought counsel in a round-table. Surrounded by gloomy thoughts. They were muttering fables of ruin. Like a convict in a law court.   Standing with guilt, ashamed... Of the picture that my words have framed. Was i smart enough to shove aside the failures? Described as felonies of fate by the judge.   Now i am convicted of murder. How could i have been capable of such. I could hear the walls whisper doom to my ears Is this the gift and the call of my fears   So let pain persecute me Before a verdict stings my ears to dumbness And shrinks my soul to skeletons.. As you point the gun at my heart And say that my hands have killed;. I say that I could not have But I see even my shadow writhing In sour...

When the past beckons the present to speak to the future. The reason for the darkness. That flooded the souls of men When the atmosphere breathes. Through the nostrils of the winds. Convictions of hopelessness. For the salvation of humanity.. When rectitude is raped.. An becomes pregnant. With bastard children. Hybrid of virtues in sodomy. Forming a vast colony. When truth is enthroned in dust.. And with love, armies of deception gather. To destroy the foundations laid in the past. By the ancestors of our future. When voices crying on the hills of depravity. mutilated by memories that lie on fading dreams. When pages tainted with inks of sorrow and promises kept and broken. are laid with lives which had long been taken What shall we do then Continue to look at the curtains of grace That rest in the temple of Israel Or stand up to the foe That lay to waste The pages of many lifetimes. What shall we do then Bathe in the nemesis of our failures As the threshold of frustration Breaks our c...

En-TWIN-ed... I. Two lifetimes, Merged into O ne. Two beings from, Alternate realities. Fused into one system Of emotions and fate governed by their own reflections Reflections birthed from The semblance of their scars. Minute details entrenched In conduct connected by flaws. Flaws designed with a beauty Found only within their eyes. As they stare deep into The fragments of their souls. A dark cloud of feelings Hovers over their minds Its about to rain. A downpour of passions. Soaked into shivers down their spines. Creating an opening Of trust and truth. One found only in A sheer innocence of youth. II. You look at me with eyes Filled with care. Afflicting my senses with Tenderness and charm. Breathing in an atmosphere Of stars and fireflies. Our minds touch the heavens In caresses mild and thin. We do not struggle to attain A wireless connection of thoughts There are no passwords. No encryption algorithms. There is a festival of go...

In rustling sways , the leaves sings the orchestra. Playing the chords of the dry desert winds.. Herald tunes of humid mist from the savanna. In myrtle swings of blue.. A chilly gloom of haze grips the dawn. As mistful hue sets the morn. A timely chase to the eve of Christmas. In dusty myriads ashore. But if the chimes of Christmas songs.. Brings the gifts of santa claus.. Then let the dry winds of Hamattan. Wipe wanes and toils off course. In jingles sings the ringing chiming bells. As dry leaves adorn the ground. Gleaming forth in homeward bound. The avalanche movement swells. Swallowed in drought the thirst sets in. As water becomes a means. The fowls at Christmas are bought for kill. Garnished in wholesome meals. Happy glee blooms the Christened day. The birth of the Son of God. Many in this day are led astray. Profanity in lust accord. In sweetened beams chimes the homonyms. As fireworks adorn the eve. And many a few are lost in bliss. Of sacred songs ...

So i gather the remnants of what is left, Of me. And place them in your care. With unwavering trust devoid of fear. Therefore, I remain Dauntless, In this chemistry of the blind. I still see. My front and behind. So never mind. When i say. I am losing my mind. It is actually a way of saying. You're one of a kind. (c) 2015

I have been chasing shadows into glints of hope waiting for you to Love me back But, today. I witnessed the skies weeping at your foolishness. So do not look for me when the candle lights go out. or starve when the stars within your world refuse to shine. I took them with me because, Actually, They were mine. © Danny El .

Toyin. You have stood the test of time Lending the sky a fist of faith. You have in eternity's mind. Existed before the birth of fate Moving through galaxies like a meteor That glimmers like a neutron star. You found your way through darkness Born into a world of pain and scars. Toyin. I won't try to explain the joy of flowers That bloom at the sight your smile. Or tell you the number of hours. I spend on the nile Of daydreams. Chilling on reflections in the evening Of my imaginations. Reminiscing the times when you In gentle whispers, Told me to: Never relent. Toyin, I won't try to begin to extol The nature of your mind. A concatenation of ideas and skills That puts one in a state of rewind... Into the beauty of your soul A work of art made by God. To bring about miracles, wonders and signs as of Old. Toyin I would like to remind you that The test is not over. You will be tried on different levels And realms till you get to a state Of ment...

I know you think i am naughty. A pervert with a mundane mind. Whose upbringing may be faulty I know dear friend, i know. I know you feel i'm not serious. Most times you think i am kidding. You hardly know when i'm furious. I know dearest i know. Sometimes i tend to be recluse. Pushing you away, setting loose Blotches and sparks of my own fuse That hurt you... friend... i know. You know we all are not perfect. There's beauty in our flaws dearest. Don't make us in our hurts, neglect. Moments that made our love to grow. On boundless plains, in seas ashore. Where sands glinted like distant stars And hope was drawn across the waves That washed our pains and healed our scars. I know you know i love you still. Despite the way you treat me still. You do not know that soon i will. Leave you, dear friend, alone. To live my life in subtle peace. And break all bonds that brought us joy. And to my tent in solemn bliss. Forget that you ever exist... -- Dan...