Contemplations From A Black Star Citizen.
Change is indeed what we need
Designating different paths for that fork
In the road, we did, I stayed, you strayed
Reined in by your shackles, like a horse
With no blinkers, swayed, by terrestrial bait
For you are, a slave, to ungoverned desire
Eyes on the world, you want it,
Instead, the world has you,
Just another unaware bead,
On life’s wrist.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: phoenixfeatherxlight
Dangerous area to tread in
A bite from the light, a sip from the dark
An unquenchable appetite
For forbidden cuisine, among other things
A palate subjugated by rights and wrongs
The devilish and the angelic
Which is which really, hard to tell apart
When you pick from the dinner table
With a blindfold.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: xavierrey
Relentless eye contact with that dot
From where it starts, it draws a line
My dreams: the dot, the line: my path;
Naturally, I follow, proceeding to control
Making short work of concrete blocks
A wrecking ball, unbarring the road
Footprints trickle of cinder, new age pathfinder
I light and lead the way
For those afraid to move
I fight demons yet still have time
To live, love, laugh
Earth, my house, for now
My ambition, far from fulfilled, but soon
And when all is said and done
I re-route my life force, to the next world
But till then
I embrace my present existence.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: sandrawiklander
Lo and behold, the after-effects
Of a hiatus from my throne
The art form, my chalice of ink
My crown, runs through my veins,
Rejuvenates, eradicates, that itching,
Scratching, searching for that next fix
Departing my zone, of sanity
Leaves me empty, Brain waves
Resuscitated in my cockpit
Grey matter geared towards
The next objective.
The hard line, I divide, my lovers and haters,
Right in the middle, like Moses
I saunter between them
Yearning for the promised land
Everyday I fight, to quell my inner rage
My inner pain, concoctions courtesy
Of being a self critic
Existing in and outside myself,
Self-imposed anesthesia
Brewed from a whiff of these lines,
Of the many dimensions my character exhibits
This may be my favorite one.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: sandrawiklander
Too often do I make
Passive mentions about my outlier
Without giving it much attention,
That elseworld portal
Suction force equivalent
To that of, a hull breach, at light speed
I reserve for the over ambitious;
Need someone to drag down with you?
I’ll gesture that you move along
As that dark space, sieved from my collection
Of pocket dimensions, derailed
From my persistent train of thought
And realm of existence
Will be your new home.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: Oer-Wout
She wanted me, while keeping another
Foolhardy attempts at fulfilling
That best of both worlds mentality
Indecisiveness left her torn over
Unveiling my ethereal scissors
I made her choice, that much easier
As I, gracefully, proceeded to sever
Our poor excuse of a tether.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: sandrawiklander
Allow me to stretch my writer arm
Note the spectral energies embodied by my form
When I write, words, I don’t envision
Instead, a code, from a time untold
Fulfilling my role
As intergalactic mediator
For the layman.
Their shouts, I turn to whispers
As I descend, towards the center
Of raging winds, for I am the eye
Of the storm, the calm, that dilates,
Pushes back, our world’s veritable stampede
Come hell or high water
I make a way where others believe
There is none.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph: MarsiaMS
If God made us in his own image
Gave us his spirit,
Carrying a part of him,
And we agree, that as humanity
Each and every one of us
Carry a fragment
Of a collective consciousness;
What does that make us
When combined into one?
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: MarsiaMS
