In Love With Our Guns

Its such an odd twist, absurd,

Answering gun violence with more guns.

Inconceivable, arming teachers in the classroom,

Firearms on college campus’,

Lines, long and winding for munitions,

A run on guns built for a single purpose…

To kill! The prey, not pheasant or mallard…

But people!

Radical outbursts of infringement ravage the land

While cooler heads say no in retort.

Jack-booted thugs do not knock at your door,

Confiscating what is yours.

An instrument of deaths existence

Does not grant license to possess.

Shall RPG, bazooka or grenade launcher be permitted?

Logic to the logical says a resounding no!

I ask you– where does this stop,

When does this madness stop?

Have we not lost enough treasured children,

Have we not seen the senseless acts of violence,

Families and lives destroyed.

This is not the wild west, Tombstone, The Ok Corral,

Time has come to let the gunslinger rest.

This is the twenty-first century for God’s sake,

…Not 1776.


~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~


The light fails me,

I open my eyes,

Hoping to see more clearly,

But there is no focus.


Nothing is as is should be,

My head hurts in the painful quiet,

There is no comfort,

In this cold empty bed.


I drove me to this madness,

And you, away in disgust,

I didn’t try to stop you,

Stubbornly shunning you.


Your tears did not deter,

I swore you’d be back,

How could you live without me,

After all these years.


But emptiness speaks volumes,

Shouting your answer,

“I’m gone!”

On my once deaf ears.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Words I (Try to) Live By

As dramas unfold in life,

We seek guidance wherever it may be found,

God, government, friends, family,

Selectively choosing that which we find amiable,

While discarding what is distasteful,

This grants us no benefit,

Except to the feeble mind which construed.

At times we must exhibit courage through self-sacrifice,,

Enduring the consequences of our thoughts and deeds,

In order to reap our just reward,

In this truth, I strive to live my life,

To curb unkind thoughts,

Withhold unhelpful actions,

And consider every man my equal and friend.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Wretch Within

Mirror shattered,

Bluish-green razor edge inviting,

Showing me pieces of who I used to be,

In fractured frames,

Blurring the lines of my worn and weary face.

To go on seems pointless,

In light of the disappointment I’ve sown in my life,

What relief cool glass to flesh would bring,

Were it not for the disappointment it would usher,

The woes of family and friends,

The abomination I would be before God,

The cowardice of my soul,

The greater Hell I would face.

Maybe this life is the biblical Hell,

Perhaps everything hereafter is Heavenly,

I do not know,

I can not know,

These things beyond the knowledge of man,

Revealed as mystery whilst I breath.

Of this I am certain, I will carry my burden,

Not for me as I am beyond hope,

But for those around me,

To prevent the shame of my imperfections.

Maybe this is the cross that I must bear,

Heavy…splinters piercing my flesh,

Wretched in this worldly skin.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~