Freedom of speech hurts
When offered with hate in mind.
Pious hypocrites,
You hide behind religion
Twisting the words of your God!
What would Christ have done!
He’d overturn your tables
And dump your self righteous coins
Like the vile money changers in your book
That’s what comes to mind
In the end, who will be judged
You or those you persecute?
Perhaps a look in the mirror is in order.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I can hear him laugh
Saying whatever he wants
Both vile and cruel
Through his puckered hateful lips
What does Trump care, he is rich
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Glass houses, a stone was thrown,
Where vines with thorn and poison grown.
Mirror you look, but cannot see,
Thing you hate inside is me.
So much alike, minds eye blind,
Wall of stone you hide behind.
Fear the world would see what’s real,
Confront the pain too painful to feel.
Problems perceived, faults not mine,
No matter you can’t ignore the signs.
Bury them deep, you feel you must,
Someday the damage you’ll see I trust.
Stronger than you, you never realized,
Afraid to look into my eyes.
Afraid you’ll find myself in you,
False perception like bird would flew.
Carry on this childish game,
One day to burn out a candle flame.
My hope for you be sooner I pray,
Love yourself come-what-may.
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Have you become so ridiculous
That you justify your ill actions and commentary
With the blanket phrase…“I didn’t know.”?
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Has age taught you nothing,
No process of discovery,
No method to discern.
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Did your parents not instruct you well
In the virtue of restraint,
Knowledge of right and wrong,
In common courtesy?
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You speak and act as if ignorant of the consequences;
Lobbing pain, physical and psychological haphazardly,
Without regard for the well-being of your victim.
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Even in light of your blunders,
You deem your flaming rhetoric insignificant,
Offering no apology, no embarrassment, no sorrow.
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Portraying yourself as the fool,
Friends and loved ones distance themselves,
Hoping you’ll see the error of your ways.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Crass and cranky,
Scarcely a kind word to anyone,
Including himself,
Bitter and hateful,
Blaming everyone for his shortcomings,
Except for himself,
The family,
The job,
Restraining him from achieving success.
Never without a glass,
Always a glass of amber in hand,
Served to enhance his misery.
Another drink,
“I’ll have just one more”, he would say,
The one we called Jekyll and Hyde.
The children loved him,
But children didn’t like him,
Too scared and too young to confront.
A wife living for better or worse,,
Traumatized into silence,
Who would he be when he came home at night?
A frustrated virtuoso,
Sculpture, oils, watercolors, pastels,
So much talent needlessly thrown away.
On a stormy day all was lost,
His family, his art and his life,
Sadness in a bottle his solitary friend.
Did the Lord,
Or did his demons call him home,
A mystery until we join our maker,
Destructive and demoralizing,
Living under bourbons shadow,
Souls touched that will never be healed.
Dom DiFrancesco 