I pour myself over the crooked canvas,
The words I give you
Come out with a twisted imprint;
How else would you take it
When all i say
You decipher as an invasion?
This isn’t a piece about saving the world
Finding my inner peace, learning to forgive…
Nothing so superficial, no, its more than that,
This is a piece about what resides at my core
The anger that keeps me under water;
This is a piece about the hardest stories
I’ve ever had to share;
How loving her is a bigger task each day,
How I wish to be a better father,
How I want to have a fragment of my mother’s light
How I want my sister to achieve her dreams
How I want my brother and I to achieve happiness
How I want to leave a cemented legacy
How I want those who “act” like they care about me
To eat a brick.
This is more than poetry
This is a black hole opening at the core
An inter-galactic vacuum making short work
Of what we illustrate as our conscious existence;
This is ink straight out of deep space
Lighting up the canvas that is our universe,
Mushroom clouds at the center, my heart,
… You thought the Big Bang was real?
No, this is.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by: Hengki24