Snuff the flame,
Choking,
Gasping for air,
To see the end near.
A waft of smoke
Signaling the end.
It cries not for its demise,
Instead standing tall
Amongst molten diversity,
All for the chance to be reborn.
With the next strike
Of the match.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Heavenly sun wanes,
Applauded by dusk’s silence…
Ovation of gods!
Cherished by the lowliest,
Taken for granted by man.
~
Without any thought,
We reap her fruitful bounty
With veracity.
~
An ungrateful child
Would offer her greater thanks…
Yet we laud her not.
Perhaps it’s human nature
Or maybe we’re simply fools.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The end is no end.
Throughout life we sense the past,
A time before our time,
We call it deja vu.
We’ve been here,
We’ve met before,
But we cannot place when or where.
Is this just a sense
Or a glimpse into a time before our time.
Could we not be going round-and-round,
Traveling time until we get it right,
Coming back and back
Until we perfect our journey?
Perhaps God requires us to earn our right
To join him in Heaven,
Learning over the centuries and lifetimes
The things only time can teach.
We are flawed creatures,
Attracted to sin,
Given to the allure of its pleasures.
Like children, we must learn our lessons
Under the tutelage of God,
Before we can be admitted into His
Kingdom of Heaven.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Alone…
All of the friendships in the world do not change that.
Born alone,
Die alone,
No one else can do either for us,
This is as it’s always been.
Looking to God,
Looking to our family,
We look to others for comfort,
But there is nothing,
Only the comfort we find within.
We fool ourselves thinking otherwise.
Why do we look for solace in acquaintances,
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers;
They cannot travel our journey.
In passing they cannot hold our hands.
This does not mean they do not love us,
Only that they can do nothing,
But wish us well and pray that our journey
Is something greater than a trip to oblivion.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Wasted on the young
I know because I was them once
Stubborn, invincible, I would live forever
Death seemed so far off
On the far side of halfway I want to share my lessons
Maybe this time someone will listen, then again why should this time be different
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
An old nemesis
Fighting against me since youth
Comes again to call,
Trying to snuff my life out
As it’s always wanted to.
Thus far it has lost,
But I am a realist,
One day I will lose
And will have to pay the price…
Until then I choose to live!
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Broken hearts and bones
Pain of body and of soul
No less torturous
What it means to be alive
In this material world
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Seedling rears its head
Excited for the day’s sun
Just like a child
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
At what point doth pain subside
Of this I’ve oft times wondered.
Likely not ‘til the time I’ve died
Contrary wouldst be a blunder.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In life as in death there is anonymity.
Do we really know anyone?
Do we really know their inner thoughts,
Their hopes and fears,
The crazy chaos of irrational notions
That swirl tornadic within?
We live amongst close strangers.
We call them friends, relatives, lovers.
We dine with them,
We commune with them,
We sleep with them,
We make love to them,
But we never really know them.
In life as in death there is anonymity
Just like a Potter’s field.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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