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When I need

Your definition of me,

I’ll give it to you.

 

– O.D. ©2017

 

Art by:  ryky

C_onveyance

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How you love hearing me

Speak words

Does not compare

To my ceaseless zeal

In anticipation of you receiving them.

 

– O.D. ©2017

 

Art by:  ryky

Be/twixt

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Prior to this, I was a funambulist

Walking a fine line between dark and light

Now, I can confidently say

I play jump rope with the threshold

That binds night and day.

 

– O.D. ©2017

 

Art by:  ryky

Buoy/ant

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Through my writing

I will plant a seed of hope

In the darkest crevices of your mind

Like that phantom vibration syndrome

Experience unforeseen

Yet euphoric sensations

In your darkest moments 

As you feel the light from my essence

Shine, even in the face of my absence.

 

– O.D. ©2017

 

Art by:  UnidColor

Viv_id

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We may be under the same sky 

But what you see as moving clouds 

My selective attention readjusts and dictates

As me moving this planet to a better place.

 

– O.D. ©2017

 

Art by:  RHADS

 

C/ontagion

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When threads of thought loom

Into a pattern, subsequently laced

Post-external suggestions

They expand; seek escape,

Good or bad, their cultivation, gives them power 

Eventually, wishing to make themselves known

They, subtly make you aware 

By impulsively

Making your vessel act.

 

 – O.D. ©2017

 

Art by: merl1ncz

All Together Now (Collaboration)

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Another collaboration with my friend Kim from the blog Peace, Love and Patchouli

Always a pleasure and enlightening experience working with her. Our words weaved together into one; leaving me inspired and hopeful for another project later in the future 🙂 . Visit her blog and bear witness to how she brings light into the world through her amazing writing.

 

Invisible hands move slowly

Softly melding in to touch the coolness

I am created piece by piece

Sheltered in the warmth

I wait to serve.

 

In unison, I pour

The best of me and you

Molded formation of love and truth

Allotropes of the light

Touch gifted by none other

Than the most divine.

 

I feel you through each finger tip,

Forming my soul with such an innocence

And as seen through your eyes

You make me whole

And through my imperfection

I feel beautiful

Inside and out.

 

Kneaded, to a standard reflective of

How much we’re needed

Nature of our design sparks emulation

Feel the presence in our stillness

Look at us, witness your reflection

Through our rich definitive finish

Another love letter

From our Maker.

 

We stand together

Unique in our collective being

Standing tall and ready

To serve the needs of the starving soul,

To refill where there is an emptiness

With hope and love for all.

 

Peace, Love and Patchouli & O.D. ©2017

 

 

 

TY

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So in touch with this, you could say,

I quiver when I write

Stuttering from the influx

No doubt, an unbelievable sight.

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My mind accommodates

The traffic of an entire planet

Not at all how I planned it,

But exactly how my Maker intended

I like it when they dispute, seeking refuge

Some sort of comfort from discrediting

What they can only hope to understand.

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For years, I’ve been at war with myself

Who would I know better

To a level that dwarfs the self?

Tend to unlocking the first gate

Of your consciousness before

Being brazen enough to open my sixth,

This brainiac’s brain casing has been the vestibule

For tethered extra-terrestrial conduits;

Entailing the passenger of this vessel

Knows about Me, Myself

And I – – will always be the one

To tell you, who I am.

 

– O.D. ©2017

 

Art by: RHADS

 

Wyd

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The story of my emotions

Is perhaps my favourite ghost story

Speak to my heart and hear the sonic

Resounding over my cavity.

 

Purge the thought that im self-righteous

Instead, pair me with the worst the world

Has to offer — little to nothing as compensation;

As favours, nor do I expect any.

 

Gray matter splattered on paper

Verses serve as a testimony

Of my multifaceted personality;

Idealistic, pragmatic, cynic

No stranger to frustrations of my ambiguity.

Regardless, I work the curve…

Learnt to love me, learnt to love you

But I can’t teach you, how to love you

For you.

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Art by:  RHADS

 

M_ediator

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Am I, in love with you

The idea of you;

Or rather, the taintless memory

Of you?

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Art by:  ryky