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The Star-Seed learns nothing new,

With a mileage on double-digit lifetimes

It’s a matter of remembering

That which you think I’ve forgotten.


– Original-Dante ©2017


Photograph by: krylty





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You police the flow of energy,

Produced and projected by your vessel

Of the many channels

Linked to major functions,

You ignore betterment, Instead

Falling in love with the camera

The stage, a shame,

For if the actor in you

Was truly who you are;

The world would indeed be

A safer place.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: BaxiaArt



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In the open fields of happiness

Despair, misery, distress

… Weeds, on an otherwise perfect plain

Surface regardless, of no watering can

Reasons to be sad never cease

The dark side is self sufficient

I resist the persistent consensus

As I love in place of hate 

Cultivating my better self to stream

A steady supply to the side

I believe needs it most.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by:  Setril

Between This And That.

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Dangerous area to tread in

A bite from the light, a sip from the dark

An unquenchable appetite 

For forbidden cuisine, among other things

A palate subjugated by rights and wrongs

The devilish and the angelic

Which is which really, hard to tell apart

When you pick from the dinner table

With a blindfold.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: xavierrey




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Oh how satisfying it will be,

Seeing your face turn purple

A royal mash-up of red and blue,

Frustration, holding your breath,

Baseless anticipation;

Waiting for your curse to work

Not a big fan of giving spoilers

But I can offer you this much as a clue

A Re-breather is in order.

 – Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by:  Magggggg