This soul so confined
Clawing at the gauntlet strong
Broken and bloody
Silent screaming for release
I am left to fight alone
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Monthly Archives: June 2013
Outward
Sand, coarse and hot runs through my fingers,
Blending seamlessly with others of their kind,
This endless sea of granulated wonder.
Alike, of similar origins, living in their same world;
Not so unlike the vastness of our own terrarium.
Under the skin, are not our similarities overwhelming,
Blood, bone, tissue, mineral, hopes, dreams, ambitions,
Born, living and dying as we all must, it is not a choice,
Nor an option given to us at first breath.
Look hard around you,
Oh, how the tricks of the eye are so convincing,
Seeing only that which is physical.
What does this tell of the being?
What of their hearts, their souls,
Their minds, their aspirations,
Their pain and suffering?
Nothing! For the eye is a fool,
Easily leading and misleading the mind,
Diverting maliciously from another’s essence,
Their true being and all that is important.
The shallowness of outward impressions limits us,
Preventing us from knowing, befriending, understanding.
Ignorance feeds us foremost,
Our temporal gluttony gorges us,
Making us something less than human,
With our flawed vision of what should be.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Once A Home – A Tanka
It once was a home
Nothing but rubble remains
What are it’s secrets
If only stone and wood talked
Oh…the stories they could tell
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cosmic Tail – A Haiku
Image Credit: mdwallpapers.com
Cosmic tail shines bright
As stars shoot across the sky
May your wish come true
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Specks Of Dust
Specks of dust, like a million tiny travelers
Float in and out of lemon colored rays.
Where did they come from and where are they going?
What were they before they were this,
The dander of cat or dog or me perhaps,
Maybe fragments of antiquity, blown in from the desert
Or from the gardens in my backyard.
They seem eager to get where they are going,
Stopping for nothing or no one,
Determined in their own mindless way,
Traveling the beams into the clear blue sky.
Could they be angels invisible but for the sacred light?
Giving just a glimpse, a brief look into their world,
Then just as quickly they are gone,
Vanishing into the darkness, but always there,
Watching us as we go about our lives.
Maybe this “dust” is not dust at all,
But something more, something alive or animated.
Maybe its a perfect world so unlike our own,
One which we could only hope to aspire too,
Perfection in miniature,
Just maybe.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What Does Not Kill Us – A Tanka
What does not kill us
Makes us stronger so they say
The heart disagrees
Love makes us suffer to grow
Before we are freed
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Storms Rage – A Tanka
Storms rage with fury
Devastating destruction
Tearing limb-from-limb
Pain not invoked by nature
But by a tormented soul
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Prejudice in the 21st Century
You look on appalled and concerned
Just as I look at you.
Maybe he’s out for walk,
Bird watching,
Enjoying the sun or the weather.
Oh no, that can not be,
We haven’t seen him before!
Where did he come from?
Where is he going?
He must be up to no good.
Casing the joint,
Looking to rob us,
Rape our women,
Set fire to our homes,
Surely he must be a criminal,
He does not belong here!
But why incredulous?
He doesn’t look like us,
His type doesn’t live in this neighborhood.
He’s the wrong color,
Certainly he must be muslim
Or gay,
Or dealing drugs to our kids
And hates this country.
This is the twenty-first century,
Haven’t we moved beyond our prejudice?
Shamefully…
No!
Hateful glances say no,
Joblessness says no,
Homelessness says no,
Hearts and minds say no,
Ignorance still exists,
The year,
The decade,
The century matters not.
In correctness some bite their tongues,
But their medieval minds dictate.
Thoughts expressed through actions,
Conversations held in the shadows,
The like-minded nodding in approval.
So little have we progressed,
Claims of enlightenment ring hollow.
Baseless assumptions poisoning us,
Fear used as justification,
Repetition brainwashing the ignorant.
When will it end,
This perpetuation of hate,
Cloaked as patriotism, religion,
Our constitutional right?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Nighttime Surrenders – A Haiku
Image Credit: wallpaperid.com
Nighttime surrenders
Mountain silhouettes rise up
Creator’s command
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
See You, Feel You
I see you–sights of you everywhere I go,
Awake, asleep, eyes closed or open.
I feel you in every moment of every day,
When I’m alone or in a crowd.
You my love are so ingrained in me,
Individuals–yes, but we are one.
We share a history and travel into one future,
Plotting course through this life.
Joys and sorrows, trials and tribulations,
All have made us who we are,
Made us stronger through adversity.
These are not to be regretted, but cherished,
Part of living the life we have been given.
Not one moment would I change,
Would I give back exchanging it for another.
We are who we are my love,
No more from this life could I ask.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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