An Instrument of the Divine's will.
Part 1-10Â can be found here
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Her existence permeated past her vessel
Etching the thought with that persistent scent
Reminiscent of red roses, left lingering
Long after her departure, fitting,
Direct correlation with that boundless
Sense of desire, love, passion
She carried, evoked, by just being,
… Not forgetting those thorns,
Indeed
Mesmerized you could be
But clinging to her with a firm grip?
Was an open invitation
To bleed.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by:Â shutter-bug664
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 lightÂ
On both ends of the tunnel?
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by:Â MarcoHeisler
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
They saw my poetry. They loved it. Then they tried to trick me into using my poems for their own benefit… Big mistake.
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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 chapterÂ
On my road to self-fulfillment
Your mistake was assuming
That I, was just another target
Mess with the prototypeÂ
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 buckÂ
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:Â cosmicbound
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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:Â Poli91
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, Â
Champion, of the Black Star.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by:Â kapanaga
Governed by a one track mind
A heat seeking missile made human,
Lusting for targets,
Motivated and fixatedÂ
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:Â julie-rc
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 vesselÂ
You are not worth it
Never in your lifetime
Would I unsheathe my sword
For the already defeated.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by:Â werol
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