Clouds loom thick and black
The horizon is obscured
Changes are coming
You can hear them in whispers
Blowing softly through the trees
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: change
Can You Smell The Winds Of Change
Can you smell the winds of change?
Not confined by border or ethnicity;
It cares not about race, creed or color.
For so long the grass has been trampled,
Crushed under ornate boot heels,
Mowed down by the sharpest of blades
With no thought of the consequences.
Resilience is the way of nature.
Young shoots and saplings rebound,
They cannot be kept down.
Can you smell the winds of change
As they comes for you?
Your palaces and coffers cannot protect you,
Shuttered windows cannot save you,
We are not fooled by your fained sympathy,
Looking us in the eyes from marbled balconies
And lying through your yellowed teeth.
You do not know our condition!
You do not know our pain
As yours are the boots that have ground us to dust!
Take your hollow words and scream into the wind.
Choke on the vomit you spew,
Knowing that the end is near
And it is you that will be crushed
For all of the harm that you have done.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Aging Fingers Grasp At The Past
Aging fingers grasp at the past
While winds of change buffet them at every turn.
Quiescence is unnatural,
Steamrolling those that refuse to align.
Each generation flavors their water,
Drinking from the fountain of their creation;
Shaping the new world in the vision of the time.
Neither we nor our Constitution were meant to be stagnant,
Fluidity is what protects us, what progresses us.
We must put aside our antiquated notions of the past,
For as society evolves, we too are obliged to evolve,
Lest we die as a nation and as a people.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Revolution
Rage seething under the surface
Eating away at our collective souls
Vitriol has been lodged against us
Only further stoking our resolve
Lost is our trust in the institutions
Undoing the work of the founders
Til only one response seems clear
Insurrection
Outright revolt against the tyrants
Neutering the petulant bunch
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A New Year’s Rebirth
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A New Year’s rebirth
Our hope each three-sixty-five
Could this be the year
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Life’s Fluidity
Life’s fluidity
Frightening to so many
So they swim upstream
Isn’t life evolution…
Nothing ever stays the same
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Glimmer of Hope
A glimmer of hope
All it takes to change the world
…Sparks can cause a fire
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Rebellious Streak (Senryu)
A rebellious streak
Not such a bad mark to have
Don’t be a robot
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Calendar Threshold
Calendar threshold
I crossed once again
Am I different
I feel as I did before
The same reflection
It is just a line
Drawn of thin air not of sand
A measure of man
That we’re told we must live by
I think that I shall rebel
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Events, Cohabitors of Life’s Stage
Events, cohabitors of life’s stage,
Script our actions like the strings of the puppeteer.
We are helpless, dribbling fools
In the glaring light of potential tragedy.
With nary a warning, change can be thrust upon us,
Rendering us helpless like children.
How awful the feeling,
Being strangled by crises uninvited, we succumb.
What does the universe want from us,
Constantly testing our resolve,
Raining on our parade ‘til we drown;
Then as if a cruel joke, tragedy is replaced by joy,
Happiness diluting stress.
Not that we ever hoped for the worst,
But that it had never transpired at all.
In retrospect doesn’t this all go toward our maturation;
Making us whole, defining who we are
And who we will become.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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