//Good//Bye ()

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*Final piece for this () series of poems*

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Benefits of tonal shifts

The pressure encapsulating my heart

Dispersed, harnessed and reversed

From a dark pigment to an everlasting glow.

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If I am to continue, on this journey

Darkness volleyed my way …

Love is all I need strive to return

From my end of the court, to yours.

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To be who I need to be,

I need to acknowledge; let go,

The phantom pain…

We were not meant to be

And that’s alright… 

We embrace love in different ways

And hate you, I will not, instead

I will reflect on our triumphs;

Our cherished moments.

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Unveiling my humanity, a rare sight to see

But, for you, I will

“You meant a lot to me

Good-bye …”

For real this time.

– Original-Dante ©2017

 

Photograph by: incolor16

Relieved

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Bracket ()

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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: incolor16

 

Create

 

Crazy.

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Live from the dungeon 

The dungeon, that is my mind

My mind, in line, with the wave-lenghth

The wave-length, that siphons

Siphons, the golden thread

The golden thread, that binds

That binds, me, to my creative side

My creative side, fuels my inner architect.

My inner-architect, fine-tuning the foundation

The foundation, of what will be

What will be? my reality

What will be my reality, besides my dreams?

Besides my dreams, what makes me move?

Makes me move

Move, like a clan of sleepwalkers

Like a clan of sleepwalkers, My dreams,

My dreams, are what propel me 

Propel me, Forward,

Forward, into the future.

Into the future, I already am

I already am, as you read this

You read this, as I plan what to do next

What to do next, besides write?

– Original-Dante ©2016

Art by: cosmicbound

Fishing

 

Ambition.

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No shortage of obstacles barring the road

To my intended dream,

Ceaseless,

Clear-cut vision going blurry

When would-be doubt sets in.

…And that’s as far as it goes

Endless vigor emanates

From this end of cyberspace,

As I let my light radiate

Through the cracks I create

On walls built by architects,

Who envision our world as suitable

With the facilitation of division.

A rebel against systems of suppression

Hordes from the abyss would have me forfeit, 

(Heh) the very projection of the thought

Kindles the wildest fire within me, 

A torch bearer

With an ink well that materializes

Wherever my mind travels

Be it this planet or the next.

My ambition:

Touching hearts and minds

Here and beyond, 

Reviving ears and eyes

With the torches I light

Through the words

I ceaselessly write.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: MarcoHeisler

 

A Gesture To The Stars.

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I glow to the stars

As the stars glow to us

Burning ambition that makes short work

Of the threshold that binds;

I mark our existence

To the extra-terrestrial community

With the words I write.

I am a glimmer on the darkest landscape

Playing tango with the sun 

Making the stars wonder

If perhaps the sun has a bigger brother …

Who outshines who they ask.

In a monotone 

I put order to the confusion and let them know,

That we, as humanity, are the chosen

And try as they might

Our light when combined

Brings out the brightest shine.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Art by: Ov3RMinD

Liminal

When Dreams Fade Away (Collaboration)

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My contribution to a collaborative poem by Neha from the blog, ForgottenMeadows

You can find the entire collaboration here

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When it all fades to black

Like the end of a motion picture,

Despair morphing into a beast

Looking to take control

Distorting my peripheral vision

Chewing a bigger fraction of my pie chart …

I, in turn,

Hunt like a blood hound

For what is rightfully mine,

I grip the collar of my dreams

Put them on a leash,

Make them recite my name

Till they realize they are not aligned

With anything or anyone except me,

In a world as cruel as ours,

When fighting for the good of others

Vying for justice,

Being gentle can only last so long.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: GestianPoet21

 

Leakages.

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And when I write,

Reflecting on the many happenings

I wish to share with you.

It dawns on me, each and every time,

How there’s not enough surface

On this earth

For me to vent all I have hidden within.

Sewing all my pieces together

Unveils the greater message,

… As it’s never enough,

I figured it best to let

The ink percolate

Through my journal.

An involuntary Ink blot test

Dominating pages I have yet to open,

Outlining images that open a window

To a reality that makes sense,

To only a few.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Picture by: eldachleich

 

Frozen Wave

Stagnated progress

The wave

That never came to be

Change on recess

Encased velocity

Rock solid,

Waiting to be set free.

 

No need to worry

Wonders can come

In any shape, form …or sum.

 

Yes, even a wave

With a major glacial trait

All you need to do?

Wait.

 

For when the sun peeks

Over the horizon

Watch as progress

Gets thawed out.

 

-Dante

 

(Still not completely free but decided to post. For those wondering, I’ll never abandon this blog; its like my home away from home ….just dealing with a few issues here and there, nothing too major…I hope all of you are well fellow bloggers)

contact me: michaeldante01@gmail.com