Life of deja-vu
Pain, suffering, love, joy
Over and over
Isn’t this what it’s about
So why not just embrace it
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Life of deja-vu
Pain, suffering, love, joy
Over and over
Isn’t this what it’s about
So why not just embrace it
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Man’s intuition
Lost amongst modernity
Preferring book smarts
∞
Wisdom comes in many forms
If you’re willing to listen
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blame, cursed blame eats at the soul
Recusing the heart from feeling…loving
Oblivions incessant darkness shadows every breath
Knocking on every door selling its wretched wares
Even goodness recognized is stymied by the gauntlet
Nothing is permitted passage for fear of pain
No one is let beyond the citadel’s ramparts
Entry can not be bought as the heart’s gate is closed
Strangled by pity and destined for loneliness
Sadness ravages because we cannot let go
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
This modern day doth promote looseness of lips
Easily speaking with nary a thought,
Then later in regret we come to grips
With what is proper as we had been taught.
A click of send with no recall,
Forever unleashed upon our world,
Try as we might we can never stall
The insults and hurt that we have hurled.
Nay, neither you nor I are immune;
We’re feeble and frail in our judgement moral.
Apologizing and vowing a different tune,
We beg forgiveness both written and oral.
Would it not have been best to have bitten our tongue
Forgoing the backlash that has now begun.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I bleed for you,
When you cry I cry for you,
Tears that stain my soul,
Not out of sympathy alone,
Not out of pity,
Not out of martyrdom,
But out of purest love
True and genuine.
Ingrained like roots buried deep,
Twisting, wrapping around my bones;
Without them I would starve,
Without you I would wither,
An impossibility.
We are sown of perfect seed;
Ordained by the universe,
Bound by what cannot be bought,
It must be grown,
Watered,
Nourished,
Nurtured to maturity,
Protected until the end of time–
I am yours.
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By: Dominic R. DiFrancesco
Every emotion
Combines to make us human
Though at times painful
It is inescapable
A sign..what it means to live
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Outside–
You see a face,
Weathered, showing the wear of time,
Wrinkles carved like dry rivers
Affixing character to a once youthful landscape.
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Soft skin hands, wipe the sweat from the brow,
Long since retired from hard work,
Thin and gnarled,
They are more bone than flesh,
Still their past loveliness remains.
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Hunched, from the years
And back breaking work
It’s a struggle just to stand up,
Yet there is nary a complaint uttered
Thankful just to have lived.
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“Come with me”, said in whispered tone,
Taking a frail trembling arm in compliance,
Photographs yellowed, faded show glorious youth,
Beauty, fifty years past gleams brightly in your eyes
Though the blue is less brilliant.
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“This was me”, as if unrecognizable
Pointing with an arthritic finger
Leading to story upon story.
“You see a face…”, spoken with a smile,
“But I am so much more…”
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Secrets clutched tightly to our breast
Scared to show vulnerability
Hiding those things which make us cry, make us bleed
From a world we don’t think could understand.
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Are we untrue to ourselves
The lies we hide deep within our hearts
Beat rhythmically to escape the fleshy prison
Only to be pushed back into the darkest recesses of our souls.
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No one is immune
Deceitful is he who denies his susceptibility
Who has breathed that has not hidden his weakness
Protection from our humanity.
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Our society prides strength
Scoffing at compassion and emotion as if a sign of frailty
This is absurd, yet it resonates loudly among us
So we shelter that which makes us mortal.
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Maleness dictates the subjugation of feelings
One cannot be strong and show emotion
So we masquerade them in anger and violence
Unleashing rage through pestilence and war.
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Our progeny suffers
Families torn asunder in fits of acrimony
Childhoods left in tatters by pent up defiance
Fallen to the tragedy of shame.
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Depression festers, virulent and deadly
A secret best left unmentioned in polite circles
An illness of the mind cannot be real
You are a man, you must act like one.
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The imposition of this philosophy is for fools
Harmful and destructive to the mind, body and soul
Anxiety, depression, suicide the unwelcome victor
Do these secrets make you proud.