She resuscitates the heart,
Giving it a beat,Â
A beat that brews the foundation
For my vessel’s tune.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by:Â Nelleke
Beauty.
Embers.
My torch can only do so much to circumvent
The social barriers you so easily embrace
To wed conformity, clipping your wings
Content with landing, expectingÂ
Foreign entities to find keys
For gates, your mind is geared
To design – the uncharted spaces that fastenÂ
The makings of your understanding.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Art by:Â chateaugrief
Ripples.
Watch how my words, written and spoken
Bypass the threshold of their perception,
Ink percolates, causing much-needed ripples
Between those that love or hate me;
Passive dissection and re-arranging, within my radius
I don’t wait for harmony,
I make room for it.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Art by:Â chateaugrief
Unapologetic.
Intertwined with the movement,
Liken me to a lightning rod, stationed
On this side of the cosmos, receptive to divine energies,
Power that would, in a second, fry the light bulb
Filament; your idea, left in a crisp
Assuming you’ll ever be better than me.
And when they say we don’t belong here,Â
I couldn’t agree more, Backstory richer than Mansa Musa
Melanated Kings and Queens,
Rich in body and mind, were not made to dwell here,
One by one, Extracting them from this world,
For this prison, is not our home.
Your approval to me, as useful as a bonfire on the sun
Just a small dust cloud IÂ vacuum, repackage
And send back to you;
I’m polite that way.
Multi-faceted champion, diamond,
Swerving an exodus through landmines
The floodlights don’t blind us,Â
Rays serve as a reminder of our many sides;
Sides you try to hide, from the brain-washed
But it’s only a matter of time…
Watch this space.
– O.D ©2017
Hushhh…
And when they curse at me during a rebuttal
Also known as, the end of their intellectual capacity,
“Rest” I say,
“You did your best”.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Art by:Â chateaugrief
Repartee.
“Whatever makes you sleep at night”
She said, hoping to silence him,
“Tea and cookies” he snickered,
Surely she knew.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Art by: chateaugrief
Memory.
She wonders why I never write about her,
Honestly, I would if I could, but
There are no words within our present existence
That come close to relaying the level
Of her multi dimensional presence.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Art by:Â Â ryky
O.D. 