Flying through ether

Guarantees a higher level of awareness,

The life I live entails

I’m blinded by clouds on a daily

Sometimes, the ever ambitious beaver

Tries to shoot me down

With ceaseless hate speeches,

Otherwise known as unparalleled kindles

To my kerosene filled pen,

They give a spark, I burn their words

From where they begin, to where they end.

I soar the skies,

Not to prove that I can

But to look for answers …

Take a break from making excuses,

Being a saboteur,

And notice

How there’s plenty of room

In the sky

For all of us.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Daily Prompt: Blur





It was when her symphonies

Of the heart

Turned to housed venom,

That I finally got to see

Who she really is.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by:  Mrichston



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


When It Happens, Look For This.


If it happens today

The elaborate chiseling of my epitaph

Six feet under, re-acquainting myself

With mother earth, how will you take it?

Will you remember me?

If so, how?

Will you remember me as

The heart on sleeve wearer?

The all in lover?

The harsh truth giver?

Or maybe something even simpler?

Just another black guy?

The poet from who knows where?

The writer who stared at his goal

With a steely eyed glare?

The Last Earth Bender?

Who could re-direct our planet on its axis

With words that took you to a time

Filled with regenerative bliss

Long forgotten or yet to be explored?

Will my enemies rejoice and see it

As a chance to think of a rejoinder

They couldn’t conjure when I was still

In my vessel? 

A shame, I won’t have the chance

To put them back in place, at any rate

All my past pieces could still play the part

Even beyond the grave.

Will that narcissist finally take the time

To read this post and finally realize

That my way of thought is in no way or form

Geared to conform?

Will she finally see all a did?

Will she finally escape from the confines

Of her own mind?

 Or will I just be another memory

She holds onto?

At the very least

When, and if it happens, today or tomorrow

Remember this place, my haven

For if you ever needed answers 

To who I am, what I do, or feel about you

Never say I forgot to leave you something

To look through.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: Poli91


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



Incarnation Of The Freedom Seekers.


Peace in the facilitation of my seclusion

Anti-social to you, zen for me

Tending to the demons in my dungeon

Seemingly trapped to you

But remember when Joseph came out of his?

This one seed was planted deeper

More to shoot through, worth it

Their faces, when my persistent existence

Helps them pull their hair out.

I promise to be a thorn in your side

Capsize your will to fight

With little to no effort

Never my intention,

Passive buffer of my aura

Plus a by-product of your choice

To loathe me.

A waste of time

For I am that which you can’t explain

That which you wish to understand

The extra-terrestrial approach of the star-seed

400 year incarnation of the freedom seekers

Dark matter manipulator

Gatekeeper to the center;

Our collective consciousness,  

Champion, of the Black Star.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: kapanaga




Governed by a one track mind

A heat seeking missile made human,

Lusting for targets,

Motivated and fixated 

On that which always leaves him burnt

A slave to what he considers “hot”

No surprise

Always ends the same way;

With a predictable explosion

That starts with his face.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: julie-rc



No weapon formed shall ever prosper,

Words, you re-design and hurl my way

Are the virtual equivalent of sand grains

Trying to pierce my golden armor.

My transfiguration entails

That I light the darkest side of the moon

While you,  say all you can

Behind the skirts of your puppet master;

Consider it a curtain yet to close

On your otherwise shallow act.

An act I let play on

Noting how much it means to you

As rubbing it out would leave you empty

With no identity,

Without a role

I.e. without purpose

As part of the collective consciousness

You’d expect us to work together

Since we’re but fragments

Of a bigger whole,

A bigger whole, that is, in essence

Experiencing itself.

To save myself the act

Of having to fry the filament in your light bulb

With a dialect that makes little sense to you

I retract the idea of your existence

From my pocket dimension,

Leaving one of us tormented

With the idea of the other.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Art by: Ov3RMinD




His biggest mistake,

Was never learning,

From one.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: ucilito



No shortage of obstacles barring the road

To my intended dream,


Clear-cut vision going blurry

When would-be doubt sets in.

…And that’s as far as it goes

Endless vigor emanates

From this end of cyberspace,

As I let my light radiate

Through the cracks I create

On walls built by architects,

Who envision our world as suitable

With the facilitation of division.

A rebel against systems of suppression

Hordes from the abyss would have me forfeit, 

(Heh) the very projection of the thought

Kindles the wildest fire within me, 

A torch bearer

With an ink well that materializes

Wherever my mind travels

Be it this planet or the next.

My ambition:

Touching hearts and minds

Here and beyond, 

Reviving ears and eyes

With the torches I light

Through the words

I ceaselessly write.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: MarcoHeisler