Grace Pool.


Taking a dip in Ether,

Harmonizing currents

Shuffling through swim strokes,

Motions immortalising a legacy 

Past the clouds,

Avoid conjuring more excuses;

Join me.


– Original-Dante ©2017


Art by: ryky




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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


For when have we ever settled

For anything less

Than that which we deserve?

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: incolor16


State Of Me.


Allow me to stretch my writer arm

Note the spectral energies embodied by my form 

 When I write, words, I don’t envision

Instead, a code, from a time untold

Fulfilling my role

As intergalactic mediator

For the layman.

Their shouts, I turn to whispers

As I descend, towards the center

Of raging winds, for I am the eye

Of the storm, the calm, that dilates,

Pushes back, our world’s veritable stampede

Come hell or high water

I make a way where others believe

There is none.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph: MarsiaMS


Vanguard For The Light.


Perhaps I need to be more appreciative

Of those that make it their mission

To be undisputed renditions 

Of the dark one’s work,

Thorns to my side,

Projectors of their own

Self supposed defections

Et cetera, et cetera 

Why? simple

Without those brainwashed minions

The fuel to my fire is quelled by a calm,

A calm that ascends from the pool of light

Embedded at the center of my soul,

A calm that translates the fight, as done.

I face my imperfections head-on

Aware when I do my wrongs,

A tug of war with the dark side 

That never seems to end, brings to light

Blisters and scars, I carry as badges 

I could tell you of the time

His wife, wore torn over

Her impending death

Chose to sell her soul to the devil

Using her daughter and sons

In a twisted set of games.

I won’t claim to be the victim, 

Of these happenings

Never have, never will

Her attempts to break me 

Even with the help of her deluded son

Foolhardy as they may have been

Proved to be vital in showing me 

How low humanity is willing to go

In an attempt to sate bitterness;

I was better than them

Because they allowed themselves to think so.

I don’t care if she reads this

Or if her many puppets tell her so,

I am not a slave to rationalizations,

Defending her position,

Calling them family

Both mistakes I will not repeat

You say I may be guilty too, and i’ll agree

Guilty of not exposing this sooner

Guilty of not tolerating the inhibitions

She so thoroughly tried to utilize

In an attempt sew my forced smile in place. 

There is a fine line between respect and fear,

Of which, fear you, I will not

Older or younger, family or friend,

Grow horns in my domain

And I will, without hesitation call out

The very essence that binds you to darkness

Crushing it in my God given palm.

So when I say I’m a battle hardened warrior

A vanguard for the light,

The foundation, in human form,

That holds the canvas

That will, in future,

Give rise to God’s chosen picture

Know that its no lie

Allow yourself to peer into the makings

Of my mind’s given design

And i’ll enlighten you

On what it means

To fight.

 – Original-Dante ©2017

Art by:  jesper-ullbing



Spectral Sprinkles.


With my eyes closed,

I sneeze

To levitating sprinkles

i.e glittering star dust,

Low-key machinations

I fail to see

By God, in a bid

To bless me.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Art by:  cosmicbound



The lair was indeed long

Bend after bend

The light at the other end, seemingly unreachable

Darkness bordering on palpable

Which is why, I took it upon myself

To be a channel for the brightest shine

What better way to bring hope

Than to be that which combines

The light 

On both ends of the tunnel?

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: MarcoHeisler


Compartmentalized Rage.


They saw my poetry. They loved it. Then they tried to trick me into using my poems for their own benefit… Big mistake.


I look through

The glass ceiling

I see you peering back at me,

You crash through,

Land on my level

Only to crash through, again

Glass was never meant

To hold the weight

Of such a big head.


You sell humanity false dreams

Feeding off the seams

Of hope and all that follows,

What could’ve been is now

Just another chapter 

On my road to self-fulfillment

Your mistake was assuming

That I, was just another target

Mess with the prototype 

And all you’ll have left are stars

From the entire cosmos

Playing merry-go-round

Over your brain case.


Trying to make a quick buck 

Over my love for this?

No such luck, duck duck goose

You must have a few screws loose

If you think losing you

Is the be all end all of my passion.


If anyone lost, its you

I hold poetry in my palm

Tying the foundations of the art

With a decorative bow

Its a gift.


Undoubtedly you’ll find another

But like me? None other,

None other will tear the veil

None other will advocate for humanity

To the degree of who I see

When I look in the mirror.


– Original-Dante ©2017


Art by: cosmicbound


Daily Prompt:  Successful





You became one with the void

Darkest thoughts tethered

With the night, covered in plain sight

Embracing the finer parts of the abyss

Intentions behind a smoke screen,

Not for long

And not a moment too soon

A touch of high noon

Left your darkest self exposed

Shape and form revealed

By the burning glow

On the terrestrial plain;

Your shadow.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: Poli91

15 Days Too Early.


Been fending off ambitious extras on my set

Making more of a chapter

Others wish to undermine,

Illustrating over quadruple digit pages

A singular chapter that makes brochures

Of what others deem complete stories.

Learning to show restraint on the uninformed

Am I being condescending, If I

Give those who need one over me the chance?

Gifted in matters of the heart and mind

A well placed word or two

Dismantles aggressors faster than a Lego set.

Realize something,

The day I learn something from you

Is when I jot notes

On where best to pierce others in the back;

I left your dagger in place

As a reminder that i’m stronger;

That people like you exist.

As easy as it would be

To re-direct a shooting star

Obliterating your vessel 

You are not worth it

Never in your lifetime

Would I unsheathe my sword

For the already defeated.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by:  werol


The Longest Poem I’ve Ever Had To Write.


I put my thoughts into sequence

Aligning them with external sources

Racking my brain to try

By any means necessary, to make sense

Of some of the most ludicrous actions

Divulged by those I view highly,

Those I’m meant to care about;

Simply put, maybe I shouldn’t.

Spotted like a dalmatian in the act

Of demeaning what I consider sacred,

Our bond, conjuring excuses,

Undermining my intelligence,

Well, that’s just nice isn’t it …

Be all you can be without restraint,

They start to think you’re looking down on them;

Be humble, for them not to feel intimidated

They think they can take advantage.

Power motives upon power motives,

Politicking with the ones you love,

What will become of me when the line

I’ve always drawn on family is erased?

This much willpower in a mortal straddles grey,

All it takes is a small change in the code

To nudge me deeper onto either side.

Full of yourself like a matryoshka doll

Disposing of honor just to prove a point

What else will you get rid off

When greed calls for it? Your puzzle not mine,

Too busy channeling power through intergalactic rifts;

Born and bred from a line of kings and queens

And taking the easy way has never been

Our way to life,

Still putting finishing touches to the process;

Still building a set of stairs for others

Who have yet to realize

Our home is not here, but among the stars.

Forgive me for only realizing too late

That we were always strangers,

But thank you for being a testament

To the devil’s work, just another victim

I have yet to exorcise;

I take the strings you pull from the background

Use them to tie you to the stake you burn

Human kindness with.

And when I orbit your vessel and mine

I see you’re still trapped in yours,

Highly impressionable

Like a bride yet to wed life and its happenings

Still clouded by a veil of our fragile existence.

Trying to test my thinning patience

Find your self without having to use me,

Aggressive towards injustice

Regardless of who you think you are,

Fly too close to me with ill-intentions

And I’ll fry your wax wings to oblivion

Yours Sincerely, A fragment of the Black Star.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Art by: KennethJensen