This medium does little
To hide what I think or feel
Poetry, the moon
The sun, my burning heart
The high-tide giver, once in a while
Tries to eclipse my ball of fire
But only serves
To make it shine
That much brighter.
The sonic from my words
Builds bricks that surround me
Shielded does not begin to describe
How protected my core is;
So when they say they know who I am
I allow them to believe that;
Serves to be easier than giving them a dose
Of extra-terrestrial enlightenment
Blindsiding them
With other-worldly actualities.
A supporter of love
But try push me to the edge
With your ill-intentions?
Instinct, in turn, dictates
I re-write this
Into an entirely new play;
You: deer
Me: headlights
Scene.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: samuilvel
O.D. 
Love!! ❤
Thanks Dorinda! ❤
You’re welcome! Hope everything is grand in your world 😊
Lol here and there Dorinda…here and there …I hope all is well with you 🙂
love that ending!
Thank you!
Yes!
Indeed 😉
Another fabulous piece my friend ❤ loved the end too 🙂
Thanks Kim….I get inspired by anger most of the time, crazy right? 😀
not crazy at all, I just like to turn my anger into different angles and smooth the edges out….besides, too many seeing eyes on my site and I really don’t feel the need to justify what I write due to “the perception”, good morning too my friend 🙂
Haha @ the perception….good morning my friend 🙂
That ending was magnificent! But these words just blew me away:
So when they say they know who I am
I allow them to believe that;
Serves to be easier than giving them a dose
Of extra-terrestrial enlightenment
You better deliver, sir haha. Loved it!
Haha thanks Jo! and yes, I deliver 😉
Amazing poetry my friend. This is my kind of poetry.
Thanks John! 😀
You are welcome my friend.
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Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
Thanks for the reblog my friend 🙂
You are welcome my friend.
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