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
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
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
An archive of stories
Never to be forgotten.
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.