Torment of demons
Live within my heart and soul
A mental typhoon
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: mind
Chill of Night
Chill of night unfolds
Like that of a thread-bare sheet
Holding little warmth
Providing meager comfort
Allowing the mind to roam
Wherever it wills in dead of night
No barriers does it hold
Despite desire
Left to shiver in the cold
Until numbness takes control
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sitting In Judgement – A Tanka
To sit in judgement
Of what lives in other’s minds
Is best left to God
For without omnipotence
Who am I to throw a stone
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
This Blanket Of Snow
This blanket of snow,
Holds no greater chill than that of my soul,
Tangled in frigid fingers of emotion,
Drowning in a veritable ocean,
Whose frothy foam I call home.
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I ask not for your sympathy,
Desire not your empathy,
This road I must travel alone,
A path my heart to me has shown,
Until my thirst has been sated.
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To struggle forth and never find,
Reeks with havoc a fragile mind,
Constantly reaching to dull the pain,
No matter how subtle to keep me sane,
Darkness hides the tears I grieve.
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Let not this smile I outward show,
Mislead you that I carefree go,
Buried deep within sullen core,
Bolted and locked the iron door,
My feelings trapped in dungeon black.
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I pray one day to find the key,
To let in light so that I might see,
The gift of worth in this life I’ve led,
Before I join the cold stone dead,
On a sea of stark eternity.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mine Alone
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.
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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.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Spirits Journey – A Tanka
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 ~~
Retreat – A Tanka
Blocking out the world
Retreating into my mind
Hoping for quiet
Pulling back from the chaos
So hectic and destructive
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shuffle Of Footsteps – A Tanka
Shuffle of footsteps
Outside a closed bedroom door
Nighttime playing tricks
Monsters and demons lurking
Waiting to pounce in your dreams
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mindscape
Thoroughfares, city streets, horns, whistles, sirens,
Skyscrapers, Bodegas, concrete, glass, marble,
Architectural mix of contemporary and antiquity,
Pedestrians clambering for every inch of real estate,
Bumping and banging without so much as an apology,
Cabbies double parked, limousines glaring in the hazy sun,
Waiting to pick up self-important snobs dressed in Armani,
Street signs, no turn on red, traffic signals,
Amber– speed up, red– stop…maybe, watch the cross walk,
Smog, noise, yelling, hustle, bustle, pushing, shoving,
Litter, smells, sweeping, scrubbing, dirt that never leaves,
Obnoxious, angry, rude, arrogant, impulsive, disrespectful,
Hurried, oblivious, blind to the surroundings,
Clutching at purse, coveting wallet, pickpocket, snatcher,
Trees, bushes, fragrant flower boxes, out-of-place,
Warm, generous, loving, lost in the clutter,
The cityscape, not so unlike the cacophony of my mind,
Thrusting good and evil, to and fro,
A kaleidoscope of sights, sounds, smells, touches,
Molding who I am, what I think and who I will become.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I – A Tanka
I…Am who I am
Unison of mind, body
Made of my image
I…Am who I say I am
Think I am, believe I am
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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