Leeching.

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Perhaps when you choose to copy and paste,

Intent, on overwriting your identity by stealing my own,

You assume, the one you choose, is the only one there is;

All of a sudden taken by surprise when I step into high gear

Leaving you with the remnants of a personality whose use

Became obsolete beyond the relative circumstance.

 

Don’t you worry, there’s a reason they call me a philanthropist

Feed your endless thirst to be something you are not

I will hand you a catalogue that showcases my many sides

Take your time selecting what you believe to be the best parts of me;

Once you are satisfied with your choice,

I will unveil yet another brochure.

 

Plenty of pre-orders outlining a rough estimate of my future choices

Enough to sate your fiendish appetite

Please, do not feel overwhelmed, this is just the start

I believe if you do something, you put your all into it,

And if all you do is copy me, among others,

I would rather you be the best at it.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: RedBubble

 

Nothing gets to me more than feeling like my individuality is at risk. I am not of the notion that “imitation is the best form of flattery”. Personally, I find it really annoying. Please let me know your thoughts on the matter. Am I the only one who feels this way?

Because…The Internet.

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I can do many things

But I am aware of the foggy border

That marks the edge of my capabilities.

 

I’ll admit, I do not know many things

But I am fully aware of the end result

That would culminate

From going toe-to-toe with the palpable force

Of The Internet.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: vagraine

 

Who is wise enough to fight people on the internet?

Illusion.

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The closer I get to my centre

The more it dawns on me

That what I expect to find

And what is actually there,

Are anything but.

 

I always thought the stronger I got

The more the flame at my core would rise

Pushing away the darkness

With nothing but my presence.

 

But, that is not the case

Strength is not having an abundance of light

To use against the darkness

Strength is not based on some metric between you

And whoever you think is at the top.

 

Rather, strength is finding fulfilment

 At fighting the relentlessness of the darkness

With nothing but cinder as a weapon.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: chateaugrief

 

 

 

1,000 Followers on Wordpress.

Thank you, dear readers, and as a means of celebrating I recorded one of my most liked poems D_enial.

This is the first time I’ve used my voice on the blog, kept procrastinating but, I can’t think of a better time than now. So I made a new Youtube channel dedicated to my blog as well as everyone who has been with me from the beginning. I will be voicing poems whenever I can, any requests are welcome 🙂

Revolutions Per Minute #Revisited

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Like water unmanaged,

Versatile and formless

I seep through the threshold of 

Existential questions, a diverse set of wavelengths

Causation: a portion of my being,

Conjuring the unpredictable.

As my vessel traverses through

The coldest winters you unload,

My spirit and soul orbit around my casing,

R-P-Ms range from here to there

Circular motions from my ethereal form,

Making rounds at the centre; my core, 

Drenched, in heavenly light.

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Art by:  ryky

 

Wheel

 

 

Align ()

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Driven by a natural high,

Results, of life’s veritable puzzle

Attempts at solving the unsolvable

Giving up is a singularity field

Easy to be pulled in,

Sucked into a bottomless pit,

A vessel with no host, existing, but not living

Resist; 

For when have we ever settled

For anything less

Than that which we deserve?

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: incolor16

 

Bound To My Crown.

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Everyone and no-one

Everywhere and nowhere

Panopticon, warden, to the cause

That instigates their effect

The punctuation mark to answers

That dine with inadequacy

The knot that binds the present

To the future, the piece

To a bigger whole

A bigger whole that is incomplete

Non-existent, without that last piece

That is me.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: efeline

Radiate

Chimes From The Dark.

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Within the realm of social media

You can either be a clown

Or a greater-message-via-cyberspace facilitator

She chose the former, no matter,

Flip the page, for there is yet another chapter

In which they continue to warn me

That she is attuned to the dark arts

I calm them down and ask,

Why they think I left her.

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Photograph by: BaxiaArt

 

Masquerade.

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You police the flow of energy,

Produced and projected by your vessel

Of the many channels

Linked to major functions,

You ignore betterment, Instead

Falling in love with the camera

The stage, a shame,

For if the actor in you

Was truly who you are;

The world would indeed be

A safer place.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: BaxiaArt

Farce

Harbinger.

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In the open fields of happiness

Despair, misery, distress

… Weeds, on an otherwise perfect plain

Surface regardless, of no watering can

Reasons to be sad never cease

The dark side is self sufficient

I resist the persistent consensus

As I love in place of hate 

Cultivating my better self to stream

A steady supply to the side

I believe needs it most.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by:  Setril