Perfection, clear to the beholders eye,
At times, going no further,
Stopping skin deep, superficial.
A smear of makeup, of blush, of rouge,
Lipstick strewn with clown-like abandon,
A caricature of what others see.
Every reflection,
Distorted by fun-house mirrors,
Diffusing into an abomination.
Painted by marketing’s ideal,
Airbrushed, made-up, impeccability,
Attempts to compete are fruitless.
Challenging imagination is no competition,
You my love have already won.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dirt road of life walked
Full of potholes and ditches
Where does the road end
Do you really want to know
Wouldn’t it spoil the fun
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Fourth of July
More than just fireworks
Barbecues and beer
This is Independence Day
Take time to reflect
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Who am I she said
Looking beyond reflection
Mirror spreading lies
It cannot see the inside
The place where my beauty lives
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
With eyes shut tight
Shuttering out distractions
While bathing in silence
Breathing becomes the world
Something so basic
So instinctual
Unavoidable
A simple complex action
To truly hear it
To feel it
All else seems to float away
The natural world becomes white-noise
Replaced by the spiritual
Who is to say which is reality
Is not the world what we believe it to be
Our souls as integral as the air
As life sustaining as water
My thoughts float as if dreams
Drifting into consciousness then out
As quietly and softly as they appeared
Until there is nothing
Nothing but the sound of me
Blood coursing through my veins
The beat of my heart
Each breath in rhythm
Energy melding with the natural
I am one with the world
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Image Credit: azdot.gov
Wall fast approaching
Haboob swallowing daylight
Welcome the dust bowl
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Author’s Note: Monsoon season is here in Arizona and these walls of dust are quite frequent visitors. What an awesome sight.
In search of answers
Man’s spiritual quest for truth
Leads to the unknown
Is there Heaven or Hell
Or are we the creators
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Stories told by men of old,
Of secrets held in waters deep.
Giant squid that swallow ships,
And Moby Dick his raith did reap.
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What visions lie in minds of men,
Of evil born in godless Hell.
To take their lives to Neptune’s grave,
From mast and plank to death they fell.
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Darkness tricks doth surely play,
As do voyages far from home.
Not much does it take for insanity to set,
Cause to pray for a watery tomb.
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A seaman’s life is a life of great pride,
Tough are the souls that partake.
Many a man has gone down with his ship,
Never once was it thought a mistake.
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Honor and duty were the marks of these men,
Hearty and rugged and strong.
Not so very smart in the schoolmaster’s ways,
Baked by the sun to a swarthy bunch they belong.
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Though the days of mast and sail have long gone,
No less are the dangers at sea.
What horrors await in its watery depths,
Forever shrouded in mystery.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Every emotion
Combines to make us human
Though at times painful
It is inescapable
A sign..what it means to live
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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