Frequently I drift
Into my minds dark corners
Deep…hidden away
Where others cannot find me
Here I shield my hopes and dreams
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Monthly Archives: April 2013
What Drives Man
What drives man?
Greed, honor, sadness, love, anger, jealousy.
What drives man to madness?
The very same greed, honor, sadness, love, anger, jealousy.
Excuses for the evil that we do
Yet inexcusable by all accounts.
Innocence taken for causes only known to them.
Lives shattered!
Pain inflicted!
Sadness instilled!
No cause justifies their cowardice!
Their selfishness!
Their God complex!
These are criminals deserving of punishment,
Harsh and swift,
Showing no mercy,
For deeds done of their own free will.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Naivety – A Tanka
Maybe I’m naive
Always looking for the good
Instead of the bad
Pessimism taints the soul
Leaving it to die hollow
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hatred and Violence
I sleep confident I’ve done my best,
Only to wake uncertain.
Insecure in myself,
Insecure in the craziness of this world,
The later feeds ravenously on the other;
Draining optimism as if water from a pond,
Leaving it dry, cracked — until it turns to dust.
Periodic lulls slowly renew my faith in man,
Spirits rise, the pond of optimism refills
Then in one spectacular moment it is gone,
Evaporating into the heavens,
By one stroke of ignorance or violence.
The reasons mystify;
Inexplicable to all but the perpetrators.
What’s to be gained?
Frivolous violence and hatred achieve nothing,
But to instill fear and hate in others otherwise uninclined.
This is not an accomplishment!
It is the perpetuation of discontent.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Look Into The Past – A Tanka
Look into the past
To see what your future holds
Living in pictures
You are one of your parents
This is inevitable
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
*Authors Note: I wrote this one not to necessarily imply that one’s personality is the same as one of your parents, but that your physical appearance, hand motions and/or speech patterns are likely to resemble those of at least one of your parents. My wife told me the other day how much I stand, sit, motion with my hands (I’m Italian so that is inevitable) and how some of my physical traits are exactly like those of my father. Sometimes I can even see it myself. As I get older, these traits seem to become more exaggerated Since I only see my parents about once per year, I guess it must be in our DNA. It is likely that if you think about this you can see some of these things in yourselves. Its just something that I found both humorous and fascinating.
Speckled With The Blood Of Lies
Speckled with the blood of lies,
Blindly consumed by your feigned sincerity.
You said you loved me,
Sealing it with a tender kiss,
Only to pierce my lip with your fangs.
The trickle,
Wet and metallic,
Oxidizing on my tongue
Nauseates me to the core.
Sickening,
Sweet,
Irony,
Descriptively you.
Pledging passion and fidelity
Then pillaging my love,
Disemboweling my trust,
Leaving a heartbroken corpse.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sorrow Fills My Heart – A Haiku
Image Credit: bradenton.com
Sorrow fills my heart
The brutality of man
Drains my mortal soul
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Your Love Calls My Name – A Tanka
Your love calls my name
Soft and sweet like babies breath
All wrong dissipates
Euphoria takes over
Filled with the essence of you
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Step Toward Cliffs Edge
A step toward cliffs edge;
Downward falls rock and sand,
Bouncing, ricocheting off stone walls,
Shear and treacherous in route to their destiny.
Equilibrium falters on unsure footing,
Perched high above circling birds,
An unnatural scene for man.
Carved by wind and water
Otherworldly vastness astounds.
Its artist appears a distant ribbon of green-blue
Winding mesas and chasms ,
Ever chiseling to greater and greater depths,
Slow, deliberate, unnoticed by all but the creator.
Revealing what is evident to all but fools;
How abruptly the human spirit can be dashed,
Minimizing our self-aggrandizing achievements.
What feat of man could compare?
We are but amateurs
Crawling in hopes to walk,
Attempting to master the unmasterable,
Devastating perfection, striving to control.
Can we not just appreciate the grandeur,
The depth and breadth of this– Grand Canyon.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Spring Floats on Warm Breeze – A Tanka
Spring floats on warm breeze
Golden rays bronze winters pale
Reincarnation
Rebirth of blossoming soul
Natures call awakening
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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