Anger erupting like Nisyros
Unemployment and suicide on the rise
Still the Troika attacks
Testing the fortitude of the masses
Edging them ever closer to destruction
Reeling from each blow
Individuals and businesses collapse
Til the vultures come in for the scraps
Your country could be next on their hit list
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Little man
Inspiring fear,
Nostradamus of the Senate.
Do you see into the future?
Selling your snake oil to the masses
Even you can’t believe your own spiel,
Yammering on about how tough you are.
Give up already,
Recycled warmongering is getting old.
Aren’t you exhausted,
Haven’t your policies done enough damage?
America should be a beacon of peace not of violence.
Maybe it’s time for you to go.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Superstars a dime a dozen
Talent is optional
Anyone with a camera
Rates fifteen minutes of fame
Sadly they are venerated
The dumbing down of society has begun
Roses for the bachelorette
Untalented singers spoofing the Idol
Children performing dangerous stunts on the “Tube”
Killing what’s left of true stardom
~~ 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 ~~
Chaos corrals me
Only to cut me loose with a fury
Nothing makes sense anymore
Frying my feeble brain
Useless is it to resist
Steely is her grip
Instead I submit
Only to plunge deeper into the darkness
Never to return
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Forced into uselessness
Our society deems them a nuisance
Retiring them to the annals of history
Gone are the days they were revered
Only a culture of arrogance would discard their wisdom
Trusting instead in the coldness of technology
This is our way, leaving them out in the cold
Entombing them before their time
Never seeing beyond the length of their years
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Reading, writing
Everything and anything to sleep
Standing on my head…no I can’t do that
Tick-tock goes the clock
Listening to the voice in my head
Eager for it to be silent
Staring into the darkness
Secure that it will be another sleepless night
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Revered and reviled
In modernity and antiquity,
Very few realize she is dying.
Ever less grand she trickles;
Redirected for selfishness sake.
Justify as you will,
Only time will reveal your fate.
Reality will creep in upon you,
Draining your life blood
As you have drained hers…
Never realizing until its too late.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Imagination is…
Inspiration for the painter’s brush,
Muse for the writer’s quill,
Angst for the actor’s role,
Gas for the engine of invention,
Irreverence to the twisted of mind,
Nuance for the singers song,
Ability for those challenged,
Tenacity in the hearts of the weak,
Ingenuity in the hands of the creative,
Omniscience in the eyes of the faithful,
Nobility in the lives of the insignificant,
…And so much more.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Scent of musk
Undulating in my nostrils,
Somehow I know it’s not mine.
Pretend that you have been faithful,
Infidelity is so unbecoming on you.
Cautious smiles flirt across your face.
I know that you know that I know the truth;
Only denial seems much less painful.
Now for the encore.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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