We
belong
as one with
our brothers and
sisters as we walk
this unkempt road of life
from beginning to it’s end.
Race, creed, color, orientation
do not define the person inside
they are but labels used to divide us.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Somber do I feel
Weeping for the worlds pains
As if mine alone
In our culture of excess
Is there not enough for all
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
These dreams, my dreams, mine alone,
Shared at will or hidden away,
Lived out to fruition or buried in my minds tomb,
My choice, mine alone.
~
Whether they live, whether they die is for me to decide,
They are my minions doing as I say, doing as I do,
Never questioning, never revolting, just being,
Mine to rule, mine alone.
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Granted at birth, one with the essence,
Natural as breathing, the blood coursing through my veins,
Beholden to my whims, subject to my wishes,
Mine to shape, mine alone.
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These dreams, my reality, my world,
All I know, all I truly possess,
They can never be taken from me, they are mine,
Mine alone.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Torrential storm of random events
Beyond control your mood doth set
Thrusting outward in time repents
A heart in sorrow, forgiveness gets
~
I know not why I shelter inside
Negativity of others inside my mind
Or what I create I cannot hide
Instead of release ‘til death do bind
~
Should not happiness instill us all
Casting out that beyond control
Living in joy postpone bearer’s pall
Before its too late to corpse console
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Random events are as they say
No path nor end hath fate defined
Life as we make and live this day
Should not be treated as a grind
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Up to us all, our inner smile
Nourish and nurture to heart’s desire
Striving to best our every trial
Patiently dousing our temper’s fire
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Easier said, more difficult to do
In this life we live on lease
Being as one with nature wrings true
Thriving and resting in peace
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
As drama unfolds
Hiding insecurity
I am wondering
Why do I question myself
When I should just be happy
This tears at my soul
Leaving a hole I can’t fill
Even though I try
Can this be considered fair
In the grand scheme of my life
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
This journey followed
One created for myself
Existed within me
Born before my date of birth
In the universal mind
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Rising from despair
To find solace in living
As part of this world
Vital as air and water
The creator of my fate
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The pain of loss doth help one grow,
Though for a time a seeming lie.
— A truth of life one surely knows
The pain of loss doth help one grow,
In time tears departed surely show,
That living breaks deaths scheming lie
The pain of loss doth help one grow,
Though for a time a seeming lie?
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
AUTHORS NOTE: I thought I would give a new (old) form of poetry a try. This form is called a triolet and dates back to 13th century France.
This journey,
One traveled by us and all that came before,
Has been paved with blood,
Watered with sweat,
Graded with pain,
Sprinkled with joy;
This road is the only one we know.
Although different obstacles may impede our way,
Cause one to stumble while another may fall
And allow another to wander a street paved with gold,
This road must begin at our beginning
And end at our ending regardless of effort,
Caring not how long it takes
Or what treasures we collect along the way.
Our intention alone is to live well in this, our reality.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Time for making time
To do the things that one loves
What ever that is
Like the wick of a candle
Whose end burns ever closer
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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