Odds stacked against us
With each pull of the lever
A gamblers dream
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Odds stacked against us
With each pull of the lever
A gamblers dream
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I think,
Mind cluttered with words,
Lines,
Life,
Trash,
Looking for an escape,
A blank page,
A song to sing,
Anything,
Something to feel release,
Pressure,
Cooking up inside,
No anger,
Just excitement,
Bursting to create,
Art,
Happiness,
Love,
It matters not,
Pen,
Brush,
Heart,
Soul,
Tools all the same,
On which canvas I will exact a gentle touch,
Is the question which awaits an answer.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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We look upon this world as an oyster
Rough, hard and jagged to the touch
Awash with the dirt and grit of life’s tribulations
It lies burrowed in the muck to hide from conflict
Still we claw and rake in the filth for the treasure it holds
Drawing it out from the safety of it’s dingy home
It’s shell is not easily unlocked
Clamped down tightly to protect itself from pain
Reluctantly the shell is pried open
Gradually and over time we are revealed
In a flood our surroundings rush in
Exposing virgin skin to the unfamiliar
Joy and excitement replace reluctance
What wonder is found in discovering your dreams
For beneath the newly uncovered flesh
Lies the pearl you have been longing for