Heart sings to my soul
A song only I can hear
Joyously living
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Heart sings to my soul
A song only I can hear
Joyously living
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Discarded as trash
Its rough edges worn away
Beauty of sea glass
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Grey and sullen day
Sun muted by heaven’s cloak
From window chairs view
Birds and bees care little
Refusing to deviate
A glorious show
Playing out on natures stage
Standing ovation
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Life in the present
Perhaps our most precious time
What else do we have
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A rebellious streak
Not such a bad mark to have
Don’t be a robot
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Even the sun rests
Laying down at the end of day
Welcoming the moon
Never have they competed
Each knows its role in nature
When their time is over
They take solace in their work
And a job well done
Perhaps man could learn something
If he just paid attention
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fire rages hot
Only while there is fuel
Once gone it burns out
Ash left as its only clue
Blown away by gusty winds
I can sympathize
Creativity burns hot
When fed by fuel
But once it is expended
There is nothing left but ash
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fascinating mind
It changes like the weather
First happy then sad
If nothing else it’s fickle
Believing just what it wants
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Pondering things more now than ever
I’m finding out how little I know.
I don’t understand human nature;
Its incessant need for power,
Its unquenchable greed,
Its innate ability to hate,
Its thirst to subjugate others.
Look no farther than the news;
War is spreading at a rapid pace,
Our young men and women are sent to fight,
For what…our freedom?
Only true if freedom flows from a pump.
Their blood is being exchanged for oil,
Sounds criminal unless you are a capitalist.
Poverty is running rampant,
The rich are getting richer
While the middle-class drowns
And the poor are being mowed under.
Our children are sunk into debt
For the privilege of an education.
Education is not a privilege but a right,
Only a fool would think otherwise…
You laugh…
Well then, a fool I must be!
With no where else to turn
We look toward the government,
Corrupt, divisive, they are of no help.
No! Don’t dare pull the party card,
Your blind faith in either cesspool is deplorable.
Don’t think for a second that they care about us,
Most of us don’t have the money to buy that kind of loyalty.
These behemoths only tolerate us because they have to.
Lobbyists and corporations are their real audience
Purchasing the destruction of our environment,
Sending our jobs overseas,
Corralling wealth for the pleasure of the minority
All for the destruction of the majority.
We…are…expendable!
In the end, what do I know?
I know what this country…this world could be,
It wouldn’t take much,
Just a little love,
A little compassion,
A little humanity,
But then…I am a dreamer
Who just realized…
How little I really know.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Looking across the field
Sun blinding me
I’m in a trance,
Mesmerized by the grassy wave.
How did I get to this place
Where so much promise lies before me,
Yet believing the best is already behind?
With each step I trample the tender shoots,
Very much like my dreams…
At one time flowing freely
Bending with the wind,
Now ground back into the earth
From which they were born.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~