Sorrow Fills My Soul

Sorrow fills my soul looking out to the in that is black and distasteful

Choking my essence and making me hateful

I bleed trying to quench the pain, but the pain won’t let go

What a fool I am and what a fool I show

No one knows it’s me because I keep it hidden in the deepest recesses

But God knows the heart that to myself confesses

I do nothing, justifying my wrongs just to live day-to-day

Though my conscience constantly gets in the way

What is it I’m after, what is it that I want as dollar after dollar goes to hell

Get rich quick, strike the jackpot, revel in the winning bell

It’s a fools dream, one that seldom comes true

A realization for no one, but the fortunate few

I swear each day after to turn down a different road, vowing to refrain

Sadly each let down, self-inflicted causes immeasurable pain

I don’t know if I can do this myself, do it all alone

When temptation knocks at every door where my weakness has shown

I’m scared, terrified at my persistent weakness

What demon has possessed me engraining this bleakness

Perhaps it’s me, my mind, and nothing more is to blame

Perhaps it’s just a weakness of character or a lifetime of shame

Maybe it’s just an excuse for a depressive mind

Or maybe it is really nothing of the kind

If help reaches out it to throw me a life-line

Gladly I’d take it as a telling sign

That nothing that happens cannot be cured

With love and kindness and strength that is assured

I put my life in the hands of a power higher than myself

Struggling to put my ego on a shelf

What else am I to do, but try and try again to be a better man

Doing what I know is right and doing what I can

~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~

Fascists Among Us

Fascists among us

In the likes of Donald Trump

And his followers

A disgrace to humankind

Yet they live in denial

 

Gullibility

Prevailing in this nation…

In this century

Learning nothing in decades

We are destined to repeat

 

Showing no regret

Is what is most troubling

In this modern day

Racism and hatred live

In their violence and threats

 

Have we learned nothing

Showing little tolerance

What have we become

But laughing stocks of the world

And fodder for terrorists

 

 
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

You’re Fooling Yourself

You’re fooling yourself

Thinking you’re invincible

Showing arrogance

You are not untouchable

You are still human

Strength in ignorance

Is not really strength at all

But simply weakness

Disguised under a facade

Of false bravery

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Things of Dreams, of Hopes

Things of dreams, of hopes,

This life I live and all that I have,

The promise of America, a ghost long dead.

Stripped of humanity, stripped of dignity, I see the pain in her eyes;

Mine tear for her, for the psychopath she has become,

She hates her children, punishing them for their ignorance.

But who is to blame, we’ve offered our souls to the Devil with each election,

Perpetuating our own destruction, more of the same does not breed change.

Perhaps I am guilty as any choosing to write as my protest.

Is my hope to inspire sufficient?

Only time will tell.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Laugh I Must At The Things That I Do (Sonnet)

Laugh I must at the things that I do,

Time and again the same mistakes.

Criticizing others, ignoring history true,

A hypocrite I am my own rules I break.

 

Claiming to know what’s right, I do it for a time,

‘Til boredom or laziness takes hold.

Then act I surprised like a criminal caught in crime,

That my hand as in poker is a fold.

 

When will I learn to practice what I preach,

For more than short periods of time.

Following the path that is right within reach,

From this hole I’ll not have to climb.

 

Perhaps human nature is the culprit in this game, a chessmaster of the supreme.

Maybe this will be the time I learn from my shame, and fortitude from this I will gleen.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Wise Man I’m Not

A wise man I’m not

I’m foolish and foolhardy

When least opportune

This is my mortal nature

That even booksmarts can’t cure

It isn’t so bad–

Really what else do I have

I am who I am

Perfect in spite of the faults

Endowed by my Creator


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Obsessed As A Culture

Obsessed as a culture,

Three hundred channels of voyeurism,

Crack to the masses for which there is no cure.

Our appetites are voracious,

The more they feed us

The more we swallow.

We are being dumbed down,

All in the name of entertainment.

Fifteen minutes of fame,

No talent required,

We buy into this formula.

Commonsense is on the decline,

We are no longer educationally superior,

Our kids instead strive to top the antics of “Jack Ass”

And long to live in the “Big Brother” house,

High aspirations indeed.

This is our future.

We welcome it with open arms

And our junk food appetites.

I guess we get what we deserve.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~