The Being Black Project.

Dunno how I forgot to post this piece, but I decided to considering it was laying idle in my drafts section. Besides, its been a while since I posted anything 🙂 . I’ll be returning soon though, count on it…In the meantime…enjoy.



What does it mean

To carry my particular pigment?

Unaccomplished?  inferiority?

Rip your outdated memo and listen closely,

Because it means power, my friend

What else confirms our superiority

Other than the relentless effort

By supremacists to hide such knowledge.


My role is not to convince you

That what I say is true,

But hear this,

What you see on me as melanin,

You’d best reaffirm

As unintelligible dark matter

Coursing through my veins

At unsettling speeds

Settling well under my skin.


It would be convenient wouldn’t it,

To have a “Black history” month?

How kind of you,

To reduce our vast history

To a month,

As if it all fits …

Why is there no “white history” month?

If not to raise peoples’ consciousness

To the idea that we’re different.


Well then, if being different means

I don’t end up as manipulative

Or power hungry as you

Then I, in kind

Whole-heartedly accept.


– Original-Dante ©2016


Art by: JoelKelly

Break Time.

Hey everyone, I’m going to be taking an indefinite break from blogging for a while; I just moved so I’m getting things in order. I’ll be back as soon as I can though, you can count on that. Any comments you leave I’ll respond to when I get back so don’t think i’m ignoring or anything lol!

Take care everyone, and stay blessed 🙂


– Original-Dante

Six Pages In.


Don’t fool yourself into assuming

You can understand this being

In ten thousand words or less,

ill-advised to attempt

Navigating the mind map

You see on display, as it has

More twists and turns than licorice.


Overtake me on the journey

To the center of my consciousness

Before rendering judgement

Or baseless understandings

On an existence that is not your own.


Before you learn how to touch the knob

To my mind palace

I circumvent the reality

You are trying so hard

To catch up to,

As I turn the page

To map out a new dimension.


– Original-Dante ©2016


Art by:  Lemmy-X


What Am I Without?


Much obliged,

For calling me talented …

The ultra-skilled Star seed …


But where..?

Where does all that skill you see

Come from?


If not from the hurt,

The pain,

Which is self-sustaining;

Bottom line is

What skill do I have

Without this medium eclipsing

My burning heart?


– Original-Dante ©2016


Art by: A4size-ska


Daily Prompt: Eclipse


Intergalactic Musical.


The letters I illustrate far bypass

The containment

Of the terrestrial alphabet,

Look closely and you’ll envision

The pictures I draw.


My heart beat plays the part

Of the metronome as I

Harmonize the earth, the moon

And the stars, with the ethereal ink

A conductor using the pen, my baton,

To grace vacant and incomplete lines

With melodious tunes that bind.


Knowledge that seeps 

From intergalactic rifts

Aligns with

My brain waves as I

Decode the cipher that denotes

What is relatively intrinsic …

That we, as humanity, are capable of more

Than we give ourselves credit for.


– Original-Dante ©2016


Art by:  sewer-pancake


Daily Prompt: Melody


Questions #2


Questions #1




Because its different

Does it necessarily make it wrong?

Or is that kind of thinking

A reflection of the rational mind

Trying to justify

What the conscience believes

To be inherently wrong?


But is it really?

Or is questioning the aforementioned

A result of human nature’s shackles

Passively gearing everyone

Towards conformity?


– Original-Dante ©2016


Art by:  Ninjatic

And Then There’s Me.


Saying I’m at my best

Would be nothing short

Of premature,

As it would swiftly translate

To my journey nearing its end.


I leave that way of thinking

For the easily satisfied,

In this world, I’m not an expert

I’m not an under-dog,

I am what I need to be.


– Original-Dante ©2016


Photograph by:  Trichardsen

Start Living.


Must be fun taking shortcuts

To being who you wish

Society would see you as;

Being highly impressionable

Like a dead fish, swaying where

The strongest current takes you;

Susceptible to societal pitfalls

A slave to peoples’ perceptions.


First line = sarcasm

But I know the addiction

Of wanting to be number one

Feels worth it

When you’re at the “bottom”

But where is the bottom?

There is none

Unless you allow yourself

To believe

That there is one.


There is no-one better

Or worse than you

Unless you’re not sure of yourself

And feel you need to prove

Something to yourself

Or others, but why?

Why exert all that energy

Into proving

Instead of re-directing it all

To living?


– Original-Dante ©2016


Photograph by:  Northstar76


Daily Prompt: Cheat




And then she thought

She would hurt him

By leaving;

But who’s to say

It was not an after-image

Of his underlying intention?


– Original-Dante ©2016


Photograph by: MarcoHeisler



Knowing who he was

From the word go,

Was it not clear to her

As much as it was

To everyone else,

That when she gave him the green light,

He would not accept

Nothing short of a “Yes”?


– Original-Dante ©2016


Art by: SearchMyHeart


Daily Prompt: Obvious



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