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Ravages Of Time

Ravages of time

I see it in the mirror

Wrinkled, grey and thin

Underneath it all I’m young

Still childlike in my mind

This shell is just that–

A shell, weather-worn with age

To be discarded

But this is not the real me

Only a facade that I show the world

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Cannot Think

I cannot think

My mind is scattered

Bleeding, filling my cranial sink

Thoughts are shredded, left in tatters

Puzzle pieces, pieces missing

Torn away from stem

Cold then hot my fires hissing

In hopes of penning another gem

Inspired–no

My brain’s a scramble

It’s best I go

To end this ramble

‘Til the time we meet anew

I hope to have my thoughts arranged

Who knows what my mind will brew

From words right now that are so estranged

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

‘Tis More Dangerous Than Any Weapon Created By Man

‘Tis more dangerous than any weapon created by man,

Born of spirit and Heaven’s hand.

Free to be opened and enjoyed like fine wine,

Or corked up and saved for another time.

In anger it rages and wishes to impart harm,

Praying before action that reason sounds alarm.

Planning and scheming are some of what it does best,

Running through scenarios, putting them to the test.

At times acting irrational as in the case of lust or love,

Acting without thinking giving primal urge a shove.

Evil when plagued with illness deprived of right or wrong,

Difficult to cure lasting the whole life long.

It’s never been more dangerous than when behind a wall of brick,

Ignorance and jealousy and hatred make it sick.

Closing off one’s mind is a terrible and awful waste,

Something that should be frowned upon as a sheer and utter disgrace.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #16 – “Portrait”

 

Gabriel Neffke

Gabriel Neffke

 

Incredible Is This Gift (Acrostic)

Incredible is this gift given to the homosapien

Man’s God-given ability to dream

Allowing the subconscious to come to the forefront

Giving the illusion of reality

Ingrained so deeply yet out of our control

Natural as breathing or the beat of our hearts

And yet it is overlooked and treated as fancy

Tilled into the earth, buried for eternity

Isn’t it strange how the mind plays its games

Omnipotent in its ability to set lifes stage

Ne’er leaving a trace when exposed to the light of day

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Caligula Though Tyrant He Be

Caligula though tyrant he be, is not so unlike my chaotic mind,

Burned to the ground like Nero’s Rome, a cure oh so difficult to find.

Cries to the almighty gods, heaven sent go unanswered,

Eating at my senses and sanity like a cancer.

Why is it that the clarity of thought so often goes awry

When focus eludes me no matter how I try.

Is this a curse–a symptom of a troubled body and soul,

I know not, still it leaves me feeling less than whole.

Most fortunate to me is that it never long lasts,

A matter of hours or days is all it takes to pass.

Yet this is of no less a concern and satisfies me little,

Stunting my spirit like knife to wood wittle.

Alone I am not of this I am certain,

As this diatribe ends and I bring down the curtain.

Praying that soon this too will vanish,

Returning to me clarity from whence it was banished.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Are We Not Called to Greatness

Are we not called to greatness

As our primal spirit demands

Promised to all but the faithless

The future is in our hands

Before our eyes destiny unfolds

As beckoned by our will

In our minds and hearts and souls

Its progress won’t be stilled

So if we journey deep within

To the place where essence lives

Returning to where creation begins

Finding peace the universe gives

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~