Warm sun on my face
Desert breeze whisking my skin
Southwestern summer
The desert knows no seasons
For it is its own master
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
Warm sun on my face
Desert breeze whisking my skin
Southwestern summer
The desert knows no seasons
For it is its own master
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Both sides of a coin
Agony and ecstasy
Which one will it be
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Black smoke wafts skyward
Baltimore the latest nail
To be pounded home
How many more before the
Coffin is sealed and buried
Repeated killing
Just a different city
Will we never learn
These–our brothers and sisters
Share the same constitution
But not the same rights
They are treated as lesser
By their skin color
Disgusting as it may be
This is our America
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Government in bed
With corporate America
Fascism reborn
Mussolini may be dead
But his beliefs are alive
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Trickling waters
Meander down polished rock
Peace of Zen Garden
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do what you will to me
I am immune.
Grab at me, gnaw on my bones,
Nick my veins and let me bleed out
I will not submit.
This body is not me, I am eternal
You have not the strength to reduce me
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Truce of rival gangs
Working together for peace
Tell me…why can’t we
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dawn of a new day
A blank slate awaits us all
Let us not waste it
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~