Quick Visits

Strolling down the street
A literal walk
Down memory lane
Of a place I once knew.

Same places, different faces
Old friendships forged
Childhood squabbles had.

A vault of memories
Carefully filed
An archive of stories
Never to be forgotten.



With every achievement, comes a new checklist

Re-affirmed vision, aiming higher

Like a three-volley salute.


The future is not determined

By that significant other,

Principles can never be bent

For that passionate lover.


No matter how tempting

Stick to those beliefs

That you grew knowing

The good, not the bad.


Peer-pressure, Social constructs

Nothing more than barriers,

Its like having a fly trap

To catch a Dreadnought

I know right,

Laughable outcome.




The ever-changing terrain,

Of the road so far

Ups and downs,

Like a life line

Just more for the adventure,



Mountains on one end,

Flat ground on the other

With category five storms,

That could tore you asunder.


A witness to life’s montage of events,

And sometimes

An unwilling contributor.


When the bad is hurled in my direction,

I try, with all I have,

To stop hope from diminishing,

Its simple really, mainly ’cause

I’d rather have anything,

But that drive finishing.








And with the cold chill

Comes change,

An icey wave, if you will.

Snow-flakes abound

With little to no sound

In a space

Where I brain-storm

At my own pace

Under a shade, undoubtedly made

Where the clouds form.



Frozen Wave

Stagnated progress

The wave

That never came to be

Change on recess

Encased velocity

Rock solid,

Waiting to be set free.


No need to worry

Wonders can come

In any shape, form …or sum.


Yes, even a wave

With a major glacial trait

All you need to do?



For when the sun peeks

Over the horizon

Watch as progress

Gets thawed out.




(Still not completely free but decided to post. For those wondering, I’ll never abandon this blog; its like my home away from home ….just dealing with a few issues here and there, nothing too major…I hope all of you are well fellow bloggers)

contact me: michaeldante01@gmail.com


Waist encompassing

Platinum plated belts

Invisible to the eye,

Born attached


That makes hearts melt

Pessimism is smashed

With the ability

Not to quit

Because that

Is what we inhabit.


A moral compass

With one direction

Dream chasers,

Like the movie Inception.



For negativity holders

You know



The Positivity Smolders,


Definitely not perfect

But striving to be

The “Change” express

With a radiating ambience


With the victory dance

Practically a norm

For us





(Still not completely free, decided to post a poem when I got the time though)


Contact me: michaeldante01@gmail.com

Dante’s Corner (part 2)

-DARY! and indeed it was, smiles all around for my sister, and that’s all that matters. I’m glad to have been part of the overall experience, took a lot of energy but there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for family. Even from my blogging station I hope she enjoys her Honey-moon and continues to be an inspiration to her younger (but definitely more ambitious) brother.



So, the New Year huh …hope it went well for everyone, mine was, well …okay …not to be a party pooper or anything but the last couple of weeks haven’t exactly been breath-taking. Illustration: Imagine you’re eating your favorite meal, devouring each and every bit, and out of the blue you find a cockroach in the depths of such a marvelous delicacy; that’s what I’m feeling. I like to believe the best in people, I really do, but right now …there’s something amiss …my sixth sense keeps tingling (minor Spider-man reference, don’t judge). Once someone betrays you, building that trust is really difficult, I get over things pretty quickly, ’cause I know I mess up at times, but when you start seeing the same pattern being exhibited again, a sense of de ja vu which you know leads to the same emotional pain? you have to ask yourself if its all worth it …I’m a fighter, but I work well in a team, If I don’t feel the same investment I offer emotionally ….I withdraw without even realizing it at times. I won’t mention any names, I believe in addressing problems face to face.

I don’t know whether to call it a curse or a gift, but I pay attention a bit too much… If I see an inconsistency, I feel the need to find out why… and i’ve been seeing plenty. This is probably the first time I’ve posted something so personal, and I know there’ll be people assuming i’m talking about them, but no, its just a thought that’s been piercing my mind of late.

I’ll admit (even my friends know this) that I’ve never liked sharing my inner emotions, makes me feel vulnerable…and I don’t like that feeling ….I guess this is a start.



Dante’s corner

Its been a solid year I have to say, when I started this blog I never thought I’d get this far in such a short amount of time (80+ posts). I believe I’ve developed significantly as a writer and I’ve had the pleasure of meeting some good people, who im proud to call friends. I haven’t been posting much and i’d love to say its because I was recruited for the Justice League, spending time in the Bat Cave; but its due to pre-planning, for my (super cool) sister’s wedding, among other things. With all this moving around I might not get the chance to post any time soon (merry christmas in advance, oh and a happy new year) however I hope to see a lot of creative pieces when I get back. For now all my attention will be focussed on making sure my sister’s wedding is Legen- (wait for it…)


*My CyberSpace

Short and precise

This is but a slice

Of what I wish to share

This month has truly been a snare

Of vast proportions, trapping free time

Without this,  I’m no different from a mime

Over-exaggeration? ..maybe

Its actually kinda crazy

How often I think

Of what i’ll write

when I come back to this space

My one and only

Special place.


Questions? Contact me: michaeldante01@gmail.com


The blog life span?
Nice question,
To get a better picture
Try envisioning a rocking chair,
A frail old man,
And a scalp
With grey hair.

Barely able
To hold a pen,
Still trying
To reach the masses
With glasses
Upon Sanford glasses.

Thats the plan anyway,
Events dont always
Play out as planned.
Who can say,
But no matter what
Come what may
As long
As there’s this gift of life
You’d best believe
I’ll do all I can,
To write.