Blocking out the world
Retreating into my mind
Hoping for quiet
Pulling back from the chaos
So hectic and destructive
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blocking out the world
Retreating into my mind
Hoping for quiet
Pulling back from the chaos
So hectic and destructive
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sanguine is this soul of mine,
Joyous in being, breathing, loving, all that this creation has thrown at me,
Be it pleasant or not I am thankful.
Goodness does not come without pain..this has been my experience.
I am not bitter for the anguish I have endured,
The blood I have tasted on my tongue, the bruises worn in honor,
They have strengthened my resolve,
Enhancing that which brings me solace and jubilation.
You are not alone!
This misery, your father and your father’s father before him withstood,
All for a chance to taste euphoria,
Are these not the jewels for which we spend a lifetime in search?
Dear friend, be not weary or disillusioned;
Beyond this torment is bliss– be it in this world or the next.
We, one and all, are pawns in this game,
One whose end is synonymous,
Whether rich or poor, with the victor being…
The human condition
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lovely is the rose
Petals soft it’s anger hides
In thorns menacing
Drawing blood,it’s color joined
This…a match made in heaven
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Nation of ideals
Letting down those that believe
“Great Experiment“
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
So many pitfalls…
Worry ceases not with age
No matter our hope
In times of pain and struggle
If not us who protects them
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Serene the gentle trickle of meandering brook,
Over pebbles smooth from run of time,
Coolness washes over these tired soles,
Filling lungs with fragrant breath.
How free the feeling of babble-chilled numbness,
Drifting north on travel weary limbs.
Entranced by suns leaf scattered dance,
Diamond shimmers twinkle like neon marquis,
Mesmerizing and comforting and invigorating,
Taking me places far, far away from this time.
So distant the bustle of city street and automobile,
Haze of industry, rubbish strewn waterways,
Man’s inhumanity to man,
The corruption of modernity.
Hearkened back to this simpler place,
Of brooks, pines, the sprawling fern,
Whitetail deer and paddle tailed beaver,
Blue jay and spotted owl,
Amongst these our spirits are freed.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
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 ~~
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 ~~