Loosely linked to the poem Possible
I talk about why I wrote that poem; and many other things 🙂
18 minutes (Yes, its long)
Contemplations From A Black Star Citizen.
Loosely linked to the poem Possible
I talk about why I wrote that poem; and many other things 🙂
18 minutes (Yes, its long)
Versatile and formless
I ebb and flow on that which acts as
The solid foundation of balanceÂ
For the majority’s sense of existence.
I mirror the likeness of the landscape,
Sun, moon and stars,
Taking them with me wherever I go
Recreating their likeness in my own
Still life, albeit wavy design.
I am an artist,
Resist the temptation to hold
Or pocket my work, for it is only as good
As its proximity to me
Simply put;
It is mine to keep.
– O.D. ©2018
Photograph by:Â Lumarieus21
I have a few things in common with water, minus the whole evaporation and raining thing; I leave that to the actual pro.
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My exterior, without a doubt
Has a forcefield that,Â
To many, may seem impenetrable;
That may actually be the case,
But maybe it isn’t.
See what I did there?
That is, perhaps the best re-enactment
Of what those around me see during my interactions
I tell you something, without actually saying anything,
So engrained with the art, I am a mobile riddle.
Untying the knots that bind me
Is not the be all, end all,
I wish he would realize that
*ahem* pardon me, for showing my humanity.
In a bid to avoid being a narcissist like my mentor
I took every deviation possible;
Avoidance so overdone to the point of charting
Yet another, self-fulfilling prophecy.
I write about myself and they call me a narcissist
Given the impressionable labels of the consensus, I may be,
But did you take a moment to consider the fact
That I talk about myself
Because that may be, the one thing
I believe I actually know of?
The way I speak can be likened to that
Of an upside-down pyramid
Words start scattered all over the place,Â
Eventually narrowing down to a singular point;
With that said, It may be time
For our fourth date, dear reader
I believe it is long overdue.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by:Â GUWEIZ
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Let me re-adjust my crown,
Pitching in, when the caged bird sings …
A King, best look good, before he feasts
On those social barriers, seemingly made bigger,
Every day
As if to compensate, for my insatiable appetite.
Remove the “smoke and mirrors”
You seem to think I lean on, to better translate
A language, I would break down – if I had the time,
What you see beyond the veil you have set for yourself
Is how my mind functions – or is it?
I only wish It was that simple to emulate through speech.
For a finite definition does not, in the slightest
Come close to the power I exhibit on the dreamscape
I exist within your reality, and when I so choose
Enter a dream sequence, making a bygone story
Of what you, in an entire lifespan, would describe
As the beginning and end of our time.
It’s a cold world, yet my words glimmer in the dark
The more the merrier, for when combined
They make the most elaborate bonfire;
And when I’m lost in the impending storm,
I look back, and there, far off in the distance
Lie my words, sentient in their materialization
Of the brightest lighthouse.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by:Â CaringWong
Shielded from the worst
The sphere had to offer,
Except inevitable eventualities;
Departing the outlier,
Her warm embrace.
“You set ablaze live embers,
You constellate and design star formations”
 She said that of me,
So vehemently
So much so,
I started to believe it too.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by:Â incolor16
Relentless eye contact with that dot
From where it starts, it draws a line
My dreams: the dot, the line: my path;
Naturally, I follow, proceeding to control
Making short work of concrete blocks
A wrecking ball, unbarring the road
Footprints trickle of cinder, new age pathfinder
I light and lead the way
For those afraid to move
I fight demons yet still have time
To live, love, laugh
Earth, my house, for now
My ambition, far from fulfilled, but soon
And when all is said and done
I re-route my life force, to the next world
But till then
I embrace my present existence.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by:Â sandrawiklander
Too often do I make
Passive mentions about my outlier
Without giving it much attention,
That elseworld portal
Suction force equivalent
To that of, a hull breach, at light speed
I reserve for the over ambitious;
Need someone to drag down with you?
I’ll gesture that you move along
As that dark space, sieved from my collection
Of pocket dimensions, derailed
From my persistent train of thought
And realm of existence
Will be your new home.Â
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by:Â Oer-Wout
Allow me to stretch my writer arm
Note the spectral energies embodied by my formÂ
 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:Â MarsiaMS
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?Â
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 answersÂ
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:Â Poli91