Hit The Mark.

You only get one shot at life

A single round in the chamber

There are two options:

Either fire blanks and waste it

Or take 20 paces and draw.

 

-Dante

Revolutions Per Minute.

Living in the moment, tomorrow is never certain

With life’s constants and variables

And its number one buddy

Time,

Unmanaged, versatile and formless

Like water,

Supplying a diverse set of wavelengths

Conjuring the unpredictable.

 

In a sea of dreams

Nothing is ever certain,

What you hope to see

And what will be,

Can, and will probably,

Be two different things.

 

-Dante

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In a competition with myself

To best my past efforts

Re-reading old pieces

Filled with lines written

In hesitation, of public opinion.

Holding back ideas,

That I thought

People would never like

If I didn’t give them

What they sought,

A people-pleaser, who transitioned

From a kid who’s undoubtedly shy

To an adult destined

To make people’s light bulbs fry.

-Dante

Free Fall.

Never mind that descent

Any given downfall

Has its fair share of positives,

What looks like falling to you

May look like flying to others.

 

-Dante

Limitations.

Patience is elastic

Until intentionally tested,

The longer the sentence

The longer the thought process,

No matter the time

No matter the place,

Thought conveyance is unlimited

Until Ink runs out.

 

-Dante

 

 

Perchance.

Meeting a new world constituent

Still brings the same giddy feeling

A feeling invisible to the naked eye.

And then another familiarity arises

Skepticism, from supposition one,

A natural constant

That can-not be undone.

 

With my sharp memory as a wing-man

I chisel decisions with intelligence

Gathered from past experiences

Sculpting my next move.

“Do I trust this person?”

I ask, pressuring myself

As if the answer

To that recurring question

Is necessitated to oxygen levels.

 

Looking at the person, I slowly dissect

What I can

Coming and going in their presence

So much so,

Like the Doppler Effect.

Trying my best

Not to place them, on that vacant pedestal

Fighting that ever-surfacing naivety

Dining with Reality,

Instead of my far-fetched fantasies.

 

-Dante

The Vanguard Division

Shining like a well-lit brazier
Flames waving in the dark
Hard to imagine something crazier
Than a lighthouse with feet
Stationed in a sea of doubts
One of the many beacons
Fighting to keep the heat.

Ambitious enough
To be God’s archer
Shooting at the stars
No terrain too rough
No challenge deemed hard
When the almighty
Is on your side.

-Dante

Alphabet Soup.

Reverberated reasoning
Combined
With ceaseless seasoning
Of mentally cooked pieces
In an effort
To perfect.

Dante

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Cast.

That person who keeps pestering you?

Don’t worry about them, in fact

Instead of orchestrating rebuttals, be glad

That they take the time out of their day

To think of the worst things to say

To you, or whoever …

 

They forget, that during their plot planning

Time is moving, you’re living your life,

All they’re doing, is helping you live yours

By being an extra

In a storyline, in which you…

Are the main character.

 

-Dante