Gone

The light fails me,

I open my eyes,

Hoping to see more clearly,

But there is no focus.

~

Nothing is as is should be,

My head hurts in the painful quiet,

There is no comfort,

In this cold empty bed.

~

I drove me to this madness,

And you, away in disgust,

I didn’t try to stop you,

Stubbornly shunning you.

~

Your tears did not deter,

I swore you’d be back,

How could you live without me,

After all these years.

~

But emptiness speaks volumes,

Shouting your answer,

“I’m gone!”

On my once deaf ears.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Profiling – A Haiku

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Image Credit: aclu.org

Racial profiling

Race, creed or color…so what

We all bleed when cut

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Unjustified Criticism – A Tanka

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Image Credit: guardian.co.uk

Berated by kin

Castigated by strangers

Who turn a deaf ear

Criticizing without facts

Now who’s the ignorant one

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

47th and Madison

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Wind blows icy and sharp,

Sidewalks caked in gum and grime,

Could pass for Art Deco,

If not for their hearts of stone.

A biting chill rising,

Stinging the prone soul,

The corner she calls home,

Talking and motioning to her alter-ego.

Wrapped in a windbreaker of plastic,

Once for someones rubbish,

Black and torn,

This, her life fortune.

Passers-by avoid her gaze,

The unseen don’t exist in their convenient world ,

While scorn cast its ugly breath upon her,

Disguised as laughter and whispers.

She’s gone now,

Passed away, put away, moved on,

Her home, white washed and sterile,

Did you even know who she was, did she ever exist?

She could have been your mother,

Possibly a sister or a family friend,

Someone you could have loved,

She could have even been you.

A Question of God

On my hands and knees I’ve prayed,

Prayed for the strength to see the truth,

Hoping against hope for an answer,

One that has never come.

 

Is there more to this life than just living,

More than just breathing and being,

It is said, that if you believe there is,

Life eternal.

 

Words written by man,

Inspired by God,

Say there is life eternal,

If only you believe.

 

I have tried,

I have read the books,

So many books claiming to have the answers,

Yet logic dictates these are simply fables.

 

To see the damage done,

The hate ingrained in those claiming piety,

The intolerance toward our fellow man,

Surely this can’t be what the almighty had planned.

 

We are our brother’s keeper,

Only if our brother believes what we believe,

Lives by the same code,

As we interpret God to will.

 

The Ten Commandments hold no meaning here,

We keep the Sabbath for sport,

Money has become our false idol,

The Lord’s name is taken in vain,

Adultery glorified in celluloid,

This can not be what God intended for those claiming to be chosen.

 

Is not living a good life Godly,

Is not loving our brother Godly,

Is not caring for those less fortunate Godly,

Would not God look favorably upon these.

 

Does our fellow man’s race make him unworthy,

His creed or color make him unworthy,

Does his God given orientation make them somehow less worthy,

It think not!

 

Hypocrisy, hate and prejudice are plagues on this world,

Perpetuated by those claiming to be born again,

Claiming to be following God’s infallible words,

Simply to belong.

 

Instead I choose to live a good life free of dogma,

Loving my fellow man without condition,

Honoring God, by my thoughts and actions,

And not by the edicts of man and his institutions.

The Fox and Rabbit (A Parable)

By D. R. DiFrancesco

To keep the fox at bay

You scurry down the rabbit hole

Hiding behind your harvest of vegetables and fruits

A feeble attempt to prolong your existence

The fox is patient this much is true

Cunning and hunger are his advantage

Scared and indecisive you ponder what to do

“I’ve got it!” – you say

Thinking you can outsmart the fox

The fox waits, patient and quiet

You feign courage

Hopping from behind the store

Nose twitching and wriggling

You try to catch his scent

But the fox is clever and hides

You crawl out of your rabbit hole

Thinking, “If I’m fast he won’t catch me.”

As you hop out, the fox pounces

Your world goes dark.

The fox smiles, satisfied

He has done what nature intended

Hiding in your rabbit hole

With your horde of foodstuffs for protection

And still…

Greed and boastfulness could not save you.