L_onsdaleite

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Upon landing, phased so deep

Into the multi-layered parallels

Of perception, so deep, in fact

All they saw was a flicker

Of my visage at vanishing point

Relentlessly venting their inner frustrations

Hopelessly… took them so long 

To realize all they spoke to was the silhouette

Of a figure, long gone.

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Art by: BuloArt

 

Snippet

Care/less/ness

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The power of words, so strong

Often escapes the minds

Of the uninformed, pull the trigger

If you think it will make you feel any better

Ignoring Karma’s kickback

Will leave your wrist with

The most serpentine twist.  

 

I speak for what I know to be true,

Everything else? I leave to you

“You’re weird” they said, why?

Because I don’t meet the standard for normalcy?

No, it’s much simpler, see

People settle for that which they can categorize

Fail to fulfil your expected role?

Be forever marked as the wild card.

 

But that’s okay, for the unknown

Is where I feel most at home;

If your approval is as important

As you think it is, don’t be hurt when I say

“I don’t need it”.

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Art by: ryky

On the way (Collaboration)

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My contribution to a collaborative poem by Neha from the blog, ForgottenMeadows

You can find the entire collaboration here

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On the way to my centre,

I skimmed the journey, retrospectively,

Witnessed all too late,

The many dimensions I had yet to see

Leaked my identity 

Through black on white,

The only language I speak.

 

Semantics, connotations of my poetry

Underscores and solidi, mark how I,

Identify, mark, group and divide

The makings of my golden mind

 

There’s the world, how I understand it

Then everything else, in no particular order

On the way, to unravelling me

Their misstep was assuming what they see

Comes from what I write, these are words

That bear shape in thought form, 

Incising and making themselves known

Naturally, through this platform, put simply

What you read is a memory

Stirred in a dish as I wish,

I’ve written, been writing, will write

Tremor-inducing pieces

On the way to making infinity

Finite.

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Art by:  ryky

 

Intro // ETA:Unknown

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I would write your name

But you have yet

To introduce yourself.

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

*The picture is of me at the Phi-phi Islands

Char/ted

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She,

Charted that which fastens my essence

Grin on her face, proud

That she pierced my armour …

Armour, In which, for her,

I had already shed?

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Art by: ivanalekseich

 

C_ode

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Chakra embodied by my form

Reflective of my aptitude for all elements

The light from my  presence,

Has them questioning whether my motions

Are that of a sunset

Or a sunrise.

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Art by: digital-fantasy

 

Sparkle

C/reator

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Permission, to stare at me,

En route to the process, conveying thoughts,

In a sequence, that attests to,

My mind’s chosen blueprint:

Labyrinthian.

 

Mouth gaping, when I have you

In touch with, the reptilian

Etched at your core, take a breather, cool off

For all intents and purposes, This is what happens

When gasoline is exposed to my fire.

 

What I speak, I’ve already spoken

Ideas I imprint are the endgame

Of my reverberating echo,

Voiced from a time untold.

 

Confessions of the prototype, when I say

“It’s greener on the other side”

I speak of husks bound by envy, secluded

re-arranged, placed

Beyond the threshold of my existence.

They say I paint pictures with my words,

Bringing about consciousness

Of senses you had yet to realize exist;

If you think this is amazing,

Wait till you see what my creator can do.

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Art by: ryky