Plenty Of Road.

Doubters are the fuel

Do something amazing

Watch as anger

Sets them ablaze;

They are, quite literally,

The “extra-bit-of-light” providers

For your road’s lantern.

 

– Original-Dante ©2016

The Necessary Steps.

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And then I calmly told him

That its not the earth

That trembles

As he walks,

Its him.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photography by: Noel997

Poetry & Bank Notes.

They take what I write

At face value…

Apologies

But what I design

Hardly resembles a bank note.

 

Discerning one’s mind

Rather, mine

Does not take simple sifting

Or your own understanding.

 

Watch them catch feelings

Because it’s starting to register

In their brain

That I exhibit

A different kind of grey matter.

 

Offended when abstract ideas

Collide with their reality;

What do they say about that again,

“If the shoe fits…?”

 

– Original-Dante ©2016

 

 

 

 

A Poem About Nothing In Particular.

I think about those days at times

Growing up in the background

The kid everyone made fun of.

Self-esteem on zero, funny thing though,

I don’t blame them, If I saw myself then,

I’d probably join in.

First crush ever

Pours juice over my lunch

“Just a hunch…

…But I don’t think she likes me”

I’d say to myself…

…Optimism on 100.

High-school,

Never felt like I belong

Friends lasting as long

As your reputation holds,

People’s opinion’s defining

How I saw everything.

Paints and pencils

Painting my escapism

For the better part of ten years,

Comic panels and speech bubbles

Bringing my pictures to life;

What other company was there?

16 years in

I then realized I’ve harbored

More anger than I’ve let on;

Secluding myself,

Preferring my own company

Over others,

Building walls

“The Other Side”

Was rather occupied.

How could I

Not be good at academics

When assignments

Where the only variants

My life ever had?

Relationships?

HAH!

That’s a good joke,

Abysmal defines most

Anything remotely close

To being serious

Was a no-go.

Why wait for someone else

To disappoint me

When I could do that perfectly?

Didn’t really care about anything

Or anyone,

Well, except a select few,

And then I met poetry.

– Original-Dante ©2016

To be continued (?)

Giving Direction.

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Time it perfectly

And you’ll see

The smallest glimpse

Of a lightning fast

Air-drawn map

Giving directions

To everything better

Than today.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: htpb

A Sinking Feeling.

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Take the low tide for granted,

You’ll sink like granite.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: FenwickParrody

Reckoning.

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I’ll neither confirm nor deny

That you’ll hear me snap

If i’m busy writing

And you derail

My train of thought.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: same-but-different

Dreams.

I’ll see you again

My subconscious dictates

That dreams

Are a solid start.

 

– Original-Dante ©2016

Ever Here Around

Thank you for this.

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In Honour and Remembrance of Martin Luther King, Jr., of Remarkable acts of Courage, Faith, and Resilience by men and women both famous and untold, and for all the lives forever scarred by Slavery.

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Ever Here 5

Stand With Me on this Sacred Ground,
Listen for Speakin’ that has no Sound,
Lockin’ the pain and misery away,
And I’ll Never, No I’ll Never Say,
This is the end, this day is too hard,
Gonna Keep my Place, Gonna Keep Standin’ Guard,
Standin’ on this Sacred Ground,
Mighty Lord, Ever Here Around.

WAR & CONFLICT BOOK ERA:  CIVIL WAR/BACKGROUND:  SLAVERY & ABOLITIONISM

Stand With me on this Fire and Straw,
Though I am filled with Mortal Flaws,
Pushin’ Through the anger and Pain,
Never Lookin’ at these rusting Chains,
And I’ll Never, No I’ll Never Say,
This is the end, This day is too Loud
Gonna…

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The Internal.

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What I keep

On the inside

Close to my heart

Burns me up

The closest thing

To a passive dose

Of a chest rub

From the sun.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: FlorentCourty