Lowly water drop
Once gone leaves a ghostly tear
Such are the tears of men
Waste not this precious lifetime
Make goodness your legacy
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lowly water drop
Once gone leaves a ghostly tear
Such are the tears of men
Waste not this precious lifetime
Make goodness your legacy
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fingers of Winter
Tearing at natures chilled flesh
Black flies meet their fate
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sensitivity
Lost to murderer on tv
And video games
Sometimes getting out-of-hand
Bankrupting morality
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mind fading away
Ravaged by illness and age
Fate of so many
Such a sad state of affairs
Watching those we love forget
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Feeling so helpless
We’ve become total strangers
Passing in the night
Frustration steeped in sadness
Becomes our permanent state
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Secondhand whispers
Softly, rhythmically droning
Fleeting in countdown
Too busy–we wish them gone
That is until the drone stops
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Leaf saunters downward
Unable to cling to life
Winter has conquered
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Winter in the wings
Insects in their final throes
Succumb to the cold
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Don’t you ever weary;
War, propaganda, lying
Corrupting your soul,
Disillusioning our minds.
Done with a smile–
You think us likely to believe,
But we can only be fooled for so long.
Loved ones die for your greed,
Laid to waste in foreign lands.
Brought back with thin veiled honors,
Do you think that flag draped coffins comfort?
They do not!
They cannot!
Tell me–how many barrels of oil is their flesh worth,
A few cents at the pump,
A few more billions in your coffers?
They mean nothing to you,
You do not know them,
You have not held them at birth,
You will not grieve for them when they die,
But you surely will forget them as if they never existed.
You should drop to your knees and beg forgiveness,
Confessing your sinful, criminal ways.
Then again why?
It would all be for naught
For even then you would not be saved.
Such is the price paid–
When the seven deadly sins become
…Your lords and masters.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
Day mourns not the night
Natural is its passing
Into mystery
As man returns to spirit
So too is his fate unknown
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~