Stagnant Waters Their Diseases Yield

Stagnant waters their diseases yield,

Neglectful sores that never healed.

What once seemed healthy now reveals,

Sickness festering, under skin that’s pealed.

Seeking answers we look on high,

As scalpel cuts, we writhe and cry.

The blood doth stream until it’s dry,

Scarring seems as ever nigh.

We chose to hide our seething pain,

Though it cut against the grain.

Now unleashed this horrid stain,

No longer choosing to hide disdain.

Gnashing teeth and spewing spit,

The lower we sink in the hellish pit.

 Brought on ourselves by feverish fit,

The more unwillingly we submit.

Submit perhaps, or just gave in,

Giving up to mankind’s penchant for sin.

Our memories are short and patience thin,

Living a destiny that’s already been.

On fear of death, our egos flow,

No pain or suffering we’ll forgo.

Commonsense be damn as we do show,

We’re circling the drain for all we know.

I fear dear friend our wounds won’t heal,

As those before, our fates been sealed.

We never learn what histories revealed,

Instead, we embrace our end with zeal.

Destroyer Shiva

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Destroyer Shiva

Hunts my elusive ego

All to free my soul

 
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Shadow Hovering

Shadow hovering,

Masked as national concern,

Arrogant bastard!

Caring not who he offends

As long as his ego is served.

 

What have we become?

Does not humility count?

Hate does not serve us,

It only serves to inflame

Defining an us and them.

 

He speaks of greatness,

Uniting America

While he divides us!

Tell me! What’s the attraction

To this thinly skinned buffoon.

 

The answer’s simple;

He appeals to the lowest

Animal instincts;

Making it okay to hate

Those who they don’t understand.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Listened

I listened, held my breath,

In between the whir of passing cars

I could here the sound of sparrows.

How strange this seemed,

As if I had never heard their song before.

Perhaps my ear has become more finely tuned,

Nay–very unlikely I suppose.

No, it is more likely that I shut up my mind,

Its incessant ramblings over things of little importance

Worries of work, family, responsibilities,

All imposed by me and this cursed ego.

For a brief moment there was blessed silence.

It leaves me thinking,

Had I only stopped sooner

The sparrows angelic song might have never left my ears.

 

~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Between Birth And Death

Between birth and death

Lies the place of our struggle

Pain our companion

Yet through all this there is love

Lurking beyond our egos

Unconditional

Many strive to attain It

Though few ever do

Human temptation obstructs

Luring us with its promise

Left to our own wants

This incarnation is doomed

Destined to repeat

Maybe the next time around

We will find the purest love

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

We Look For Difference

We look for difference
Superiority is ego’s way
To set us apart
Superficialities–race, creed, color
Used to denigrate
Peel away what your eyes can see
Silence religion
Open your closed mind
What rushes forth from this cauldron
Blood, flesh, tears, soul
Crying to be understood
Begging to be seen as the mirror sees you
So simple to put in a simple word
Yet one that rarely escapes the lips
Said in passion
Said to our spouses
Said to our children
But one seldom shared with strangers
Love

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

So Demanding

So demanding, so selfish,

Looking out for “me” and me alone.

Didn’t your mother tell you,

Play nice and share.

When denied–anger rages,

Desires, like flames burn.

When left unchecked

Humanity suffers;

Feeding materialism,

Hunger for power,

Loss of compassion.

There is no peace,

Thirst cannot be quenched,

Enough is never enough

Needing ever more to survive.

Without spirit

The monster is revealed.

Without love and compassion

The host becomes a shell

Succumbing to the alter.

Tyrants and despots

Know this far too well.

Do not fall victim to this knave

For the path can lead to darkness.

You are the master–

Demand subservience

As if your soul depends on it

From the spoiled child,

…Ego.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Wisdom Of A Child

Wisdom of a child–

We do not start out hateful

This we have been taught.

Corrupted by narrow minds

Desiring to suppress.

To what end is this,

But to feed the frail ego

–A disgusting beast!

With claws and fangs it draws blood

Weaving a path called ruin.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~