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Make a fool of yourself, you need no help

Send somewhat colorful words my way

Your “best” rejoinders, sharpened to lacerate

Whats left of the pieces you made of my heart

But… Never assume my silence translates

To me having nothing to say, a favor,

For a fifth dimensional poet like me

Will relocate your brain case to the green veggies section

Brain dead state, from an overdose of enlightenment,

If its alright with you, i’d like to transition

My life force to the next world

Without a murder on my record.

 

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Photograph by: incolor16

 

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When It Happens, Look For This.

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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

 

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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.

-Dante

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Breathing Room – A Portal to the Mind Palace.

Daily Prompt: An extra room has magically been added to your home overnight. The catch: if you add more than three items to it, it disappears. How do you use it?

 

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I’ve always wanted a room filled with absolutely nothing. Don’t get me wrong, I love furniture and all it has to offer, but sometimes, I want to be in an environment that reminds me of absolutely nothing. No pictures, no chairs, no colour patterns, just plain white. A space in which I can lie down on the floor and meditate, provided the room is sound-proof.

The reason for this is quite simple, at times when I’m alone I like to close my eyes and picture myself in certain places. Sometimes I’ll be by a waterfall, sometimes I’ll be in the desert, it provides escapism. However, I never feel fully immersed, because when i’m in my room and I start trying to clear my mind *BAM!* someone slams a door in the next room, or someone screams and hinders my concentration.

This extra room would be perfect, I enter, close the door, and sit (yes, on the floor). I wouldn’t have to worry about noise or any other hindrances. From what I hear, if you concentrate long enough you can tap into the part of your brain that stores your memories, among other things. This magic room, would be the perfect instigator to such an achievement in my point of view.

The portal, to my Mind Palace.

 

-Dante

 

The Daily Post – Breathing Room