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Alone…

Alone…

All of the friendships in the world do not change that.

Born alone,

Die alone,

No one else can do either for us,

This is as it’s always been.

Looking to God,

Looking to our family,

We look to others for comfort,

But there is nothing,

Only the comfort we find within.

We fool ourselves thinking otherwise.

Why do we look for solace in acquaintances,

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers;

They cannot travel our journey.

In passing they cannot hold our hands.

This does not mean they do not love us,

Only that they can do nothing,

But wish us well and pray that our journey

Is something greater than a trip to oblivion.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Home

Home…where is it,

Everywhere, nowhere, our place of birth?

We can separate,

Travel far from where our roots were sown,

But those roots lie buried;

Dormant like the bear in winter

Only to sprout when we return some spring.

There is nothing like home!

We change, it changes

Yet beyond our differences we are the same.

Our blood flows red

Its earth flows brown, rich and enriching;

Drawing us back together

Like long lost brothers,

Like brothers who have never known each other,

Separated at birth then reunited as if never apart.

How strange it is this dichotomous relationship.

Tied together by eons, we deny our love,

Claiming separation while trapped in bondage.

Tell me…where is home?

It is in the filth, the change, the death of all we hold dear,

It is in what no one else can understand,

What flows through our veins, what feeds our souls,

What we will take to the grave when we die.

Home is who we are

Where we grew up no matter how distasteful,

A part of us, like our hearts and minds,

Something we will hate and cherish

Until our breath comes no more.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

We Live Life In Fear

We live life in fear

Afraid of the dark, of death

Of what comes after

Why, when we’ve done this before

Many, many times over

We’re born and reborn

Working on our mortal souls

Until we become as one

…With the Divine

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

There’s Nothing To Fear

There’s nothing to fear

Death cannot hostage my soul

For it’s immortal

Born and reborn many times

Until reaching perfection

When it is released

Into the Lord’s loving hands

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

What Color is Blood

What color is blood?

Red as crimson to the dullest eye.

When stripped of skin,

What is left but muscle, sinew, bone

Held together by a thin designer suit.

At birth we enter the world the same way.

At death we return the earth each the same.

Why is it that we vandalize each other

Throwing names, bullets and missiles,

Destroying our sacred selves?

More alike than different is the human animal,

Though ego prefers to separate.

Look beyond the skin in all its wondrous glory,

Reach for the soul deep within

Dismissing the prejudice of our senses.

Honor our sameness in peace and love

Remembering the wisdom of the sanskrit greeting

…Namaste’.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Angel of Death

The Angel of Death
With us at our time of birth
Decides when we leave
This is not man’s decision
Unless there’s no God above
Perhaps there isn’t
Perhaps we aren’t watched over
And we are alone
How very sad that would be
If Heaven was pure fiction

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Theater Of Life

Naked and raw
Blasting from the womb like a seedling from its pod
Screaming for the first breath
So begins the amazing campaign
A politician elected to life.

Born out of love or lust
The aftermath which is indistinguishable
Unquenchable contest for sustenance
To triumph is all that is known
Primal urges the impetus to persist.

Adolescence brings arrogance
As maturity is sluggish to prevail over unrefined emotion
Enmity and dispute become commonplace
Tightening the reins like those of an untamed mustang
Welcome, right of passage.

Time quells obstinacy
While Respect replaces contempt
Competition for dominance is no longer primary
Instead wisdom is honored rather than detested
Seeing in age what we hope to become.

Understanding seems second nature
Now seen through the eyes of the aged
What once so obscure, is now clear as crystal
Modeled in the image of those that came before
To live in us as both a blessing and curse.

Son becomes father, daughter becomes mother
The circle enclosed as adolescent morphs into elder
Kindred souls flow like a river never-ceasing
Reproducing life through life’s rushing waters
Simply actors are we in this great play.

Leaving behind those we’ve reared
Progeny that embody what is transcendent
Nature and happenstance will dictate their course
While predecessors move on to nights last voyage
Rhythmically repeating the cycle of life.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Author’s Note: This was the very first poem that I posted on WordPress back on June 30, 2012.  I haven’t read this poem in a very long time and fortunately I still like it.  I thought it might be nice to sprinkle a few pieces into the mix that many of you may not have seen.  I hope that you like them.  Thank you all for the long time support that you have shown me, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.