Show me man’s kindness
Show me man’s humanity
In spite of himself
I’m not sure it’s possible
With the evil he commits
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Death of our future;
Skin color–judge and jury
In prejudice hands.
O’ the man he might have been,
Greatness he might have attained!
We will never know
As the blood pool will attest.
Our youth sacrificed
For their outward appearance
Instead of what’s in the heart.
This is pure hatred,
Revealing the blackened soul
Of years long gone by.
We thought we were above this
In one nation under God.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Many years we laughed
Now with heavy hearts we cry
Saddened by your pain
Hidden by smiles on screen
You were tortured behind doors
Left to your own mind
You couldn’t escape the hurt
Of your wounds unseen
Then in despair you broke
Taking our laughter with you
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Ignorance under a religious guise
Soiling the good name of those who follow God in peace
Inciting fear and bloodshed amongst your brothers
So you can selfishly reap the benefits of this world
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Traveling through time
Looking for the dimension
That I can call mine
A soul from an era gone
Lost in the present tedium
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~ -
Should a tempest flare
Retreat from its vile rage
Peace lay just beyond
Like the eye of a cyclone
It too must take pause to rest
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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A new day,
Erupting with the rise of the tangerine sun,
Just the hint of a paper moon for company before it waves goodbye.
The chance for a fresh beginning,
A farewell to the past.
Yesterday is gone,
Relegated to history…never to return.
‘Tis the beauty of birth–
Offered with each midnight stroke
Comes the infancy of the virgin day.
Is this not a wondrous affair,
A gift not to be squandered?
Wallowing in regret serves no one,
Doing nothing, but smothering the soul;
Lashing out violently–
Becoming master if permitted.
Embrace this moment,
Releasing the past to its tomb.
O’ the possibilities that await us,
With the opportunity to be reinvented
–By the casting of our dreams.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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A warm summer breeze
Margarita in my hand
Tropical dreaming
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
