Gates of Hell opened!
What lies in store for the damned
Who worship Satan?
His power grows with applause,
His insatiable ego
Thrives hearing his name.
Feeding off the ignorance
Of the cheering hordes
He spews hate with a smile
Leaving fans drooling for more.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sadness and tears, claim the soul for years…maybe a lifetime, but at what cost?
As mortals, death is the inevitable culmination of life, but this is of little consolation to the irrational minds of man.
We look to eternity…nay we believe that we are eternal to satisfy our fear of the inevitable. Is this not simply the denial of what we humans cannot change. Whether you believe in the Divine or that this is a life of finality is of little consequence. We can never truly know, except by the man made belief in faith.
Look at the broken souls around you, those trapped in a cycle of sorrow and realize that their suffering is, but a test of strength, a test of their fortitude that only they can come to terms with.
It is not our place to criticize or rationalize their suffering, but instead it is our purpose here on earth to sympathize and comfort those in need remembering that we all mourn in our own way.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fascists among us
In the likes of Donald Trump
And his followers
A disgrace to humankind
Yet they live in denial
Gullibility
Prevailing in this nation…
In this century
Learning nothing in decades
We are destined to repeat
Showing no regret
Is what is most troubling
In this modern day
Racism and hatred live
In their violence and threats
Have we learned nothing
Showing little tolerance
What have we become
But laughing stocks of the world
And fodder for terrorists
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Look into their eyes,
Can you see the glory in their souls,
Do you feel the oneness…
Their fibers intertwined with yours in this earthly plane?
Journey deep within,
It is there,
Hiding where it has always been…
Your humanity.
I do not believe in your hatred!
How can you look into the eyes of a child
And wish them harm?
How can you hear the cries of a mother for her son
And deny her pain?
How can a line drawn in the sand
Damn a man to certain death in the vicious desert?
Is their blood not red as yours?
Feel the beat of your own heart,
See beyond what your narrow vision shows,
Realize that you are nothing more than them!
Judgement day will reveal your fate by word and deed
Leaving you to find that YOU–
Just may be the least among men.
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Art of compromise
Non-existent in our world
U.S. politics
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
One man’s memories
Selective and subjective
Just ask Mr. Trump
He can’t remember what he
Says from one day to the next
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Exsanguination
This is what we call living
The modern world
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Angry thorns of blood red rose
What seething lies behind grace?
A gorgeous vessel hollow knows
Deception lives in their space.
Flawless in another’s eyes
Believing what we think we see.
Behind closed doors this angel cries
Wishing to only be free.
Prisons reveal in many forms
Hiding ugliness on the inside.
Keeping contained the tempests storm
‘Til emotions and rage collide.
Then you will see the fragile soul living with torment and fear,
Begging for mercy to fill the hole that now shows so visibly clear.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We look up to saints
Ordained many years ago
For intercession.
Still there are saints among us
If we take the time to look.
Living and breathing
Flesh and blood men and woman
Never canonized,
Yet they are just as special…
Instilled with both love and light.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Spirits from beyond
Whether you believe or not
It’s all up to you
But don’t be shocked if one day
You’re face to face with the dead
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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