Do spirits exist
Walking the earth after dark
Or are we alone
It can’t be coincidence
That things go bump in the night
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Monthly Archives: September 2014
Hidden Amongst Ash
Hidden amongst ash
Bones and memories still thrive;
Haunting the living,
Choosing not to let them go
They are invited to stay.
We welcome them in
Sharing with them–our futures,
Our hopes and our dreams,
Only to be left in chains
Imprisoned by our dark past.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sky Clears, Brilliant Blue (Haiku)
Sky clears, brilliant blue
No more violent storms loom
It’s raining sunshine
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Travel Forth In Life (Tanka)
Travel forth in life
Entranced with this wondrous world
Indeed it’s awe filled
If only you live eyes open
To the beauty around you
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I Long For Silent Sleep
I long for silent sleep
Where dreams take holiday
And nightmares cower in their tombs.
Oh how I have prayed for the abolition of my demons
Banishing them back to Hell,
But I am weak and afraid.
They claw at me in my waking hours
And draw blood in my slumber.
I am but a frightened child
Bowing to their every whim.
To fight them can only encourage pain,
A pain suffered more than once o’er’ these many years.
So I deny the monsters that haunt me;
Pretending that all is well
While I await their next onslaught.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We Must Give To Get (Tanka)
We must give to get
Give nothing and life is empty
An eternal truth
Give without expectation
And life will be abundant
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Complicit Are They
Complicit are they
Brandishing their mighty swords
While crying for war
They hold the blade to our necks
Prepared to slaughter skeptics
Monsters, murderers
A mess of their creation
Denied as fiction
How short the memory is
When the Right can blame the Left
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Waters Flow Freely (Tanka)
Waters flow freely
Ever flexible, formless
Yet so powerful
Should we not live as water
Molding to life as it comes
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Skin Prickles
Skin prickles,
Blood boils,
Barbs catch flesh
Tearing bits and pieces.
Words are arrows striking my soul,
Bleeding and angry I cry out.
Why…why does bating frustrate,
I promised it wouldn’t!
It would never be allowed to spoil me,
But it has once again.
Deep breaths, eyes closed, I must let it go,
Regaining my center,
Banishing my anger to the netherlands,
For my own sanity I must forgive
Allowing others to believe as they will.
They too are trying to find their way;
Looking for answers through consensus or conflict.
I must learn to accept this with a smile
Offering them nothing,
But love and silence.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Domestic Abuse (Haiku)
Domestic abuse
Can never be justified
Old fashioned? I am!
~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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