Cosmic tail shines bright
As stars shoot across the sky
May your wish come true
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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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 ~~
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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 ~~
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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 ~~
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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 ~~
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Image Credit: wallpaperid.com Nighttime surrenders
Mountain silhouettes rise up
Creator’s command
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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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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Wind through cottonwoods
Rustling on summers breeze
Green against blue sky
Giving shade from noonday sun
Time for a long siesta
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Black molten pavement
Heat waves rising toward heaven
Obscuring vision
A long road trip to nowhere
Destination has no name
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
