Erased–blood stains and voices
Roadway washed clean by rain
Anger and outrage quelled
Silenced by media’s waning interest
Under the ground in which he’s buried roots still grow
Racism–spreading like crabgrass
Eviscerating the people of justice.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lest we forget him
Michael Brown finally rests
But the fight goes on
His family still in mourning
Must live a life without him
This is a disgrace
As a nation we should weep
Drowning in our tears
Not for Ferguson alone
But for ourselves and country
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Teetering on the brink–again;
War-hawks sounding their alarm
Like the boy who cried wolf.
Prodding the populace with fear
As if they and they alone can foretell the future,
This is always their way.
They act as if violence on our soil is inevitable,
That we must strike first
Before the boogieman gets us in our sleep.
What is the endgame?
The objectives are muddled at best
Causing more harm than good.
Blaming the other side for inaction
Is their way of shifting focus,
And we believe time-and-time again.
All while their silken pockets are lined with gold
For their them and their friends.
Death is an industry like any other;
Capitalism at its finest
And we feed into their vile fare.
Rallying behind their hate and ignoring their greed
They hide behind the guise of patriotism;
O’ how blind and oblivious we are.
There is no dispute,
Barbaric acts of murder are despicable.
There is no death that can be condoned or celebrated,
Especially of the innocent.
Is this an act of war?
They are not a country.
They are not a government.
They are nothing, but criminals and murderers,
Treat them as such!
Yes, there is evil in this world!
Yes, there is a time and place for action,
But the motives must be clear,
The end must be solidly defined
And the cause must be just.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
With rage filled falsetto,
The sword they did swing.
Exuding pure hatred,
As the metal blade did ring.
Their gesture surely proved,
Cruel motives not of God.
Over all the legions of bodies,
Their evil boots do trod.
How meaningless their killings,
Of brothers of the Quran.
All others considered infidels,
In this–God’s promised land.
While radiation bleaches,
The dead down to their bones.
Plaster’s painted red,
By blood spilled in their homes.
ISIS claims their quest,
God commanded of their troops.
While really it’s about power,
And the subjugating of groups.
Capturing the palaces,
The baroque and gaudy estates.
Feasting on the finest,
On gold and silver plates.
They pledge that no longer,
Will dormancy exist.
The caliphate will rise,
And rule with an iron fist.
Every living thing,
Will cower under their command.
Geese and sheep and camel,
And the people of this land.
Sadly violence met with violence,
May be the only way this stops.
Freeing terrorized citizens
To return to their farms and shops.
While nations far and wide,
Debate their horrid fate.
One nation no matter how imperfect
Stepped in before it was too late.
We lost one of our own,
One who never fought.
We pray that your death
Will not be all for naught.
The best thing we can do,
To honor your needless loss
Is to bravely stay the course,
And win at any cost.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #22
Frozen to the bone.
Bleeding heart ripped from its soul;
Faith in man–fading!
In an eyes blink we do kill,
No remorse ‘til it’s too late. This seems oh so cold,
Against what we preach is right,
Yet it doesn’t stop.
We are Neanderthals still,
Little evolved from our past.
Please don’t fool yourselves,
We are wolves disguised as sheep,
Prepared to slaughter.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Worshiped out of fear,
Afraid of divine retribution.
One which allowed murderers,
One which allowed adulterers,
With an apology,
To be King.
You toyed with creation,
Becoming angry as a child
Throwing tantrums
When deprived of your will.
Does death and destruction,
To all but the chosen
Sound reasonable and sane?
With Lucifer as a playmate perhaps.
“Here take my servant,
Do what you will with him,
But do not touch.”
Inflicted with relentless torment,
Sores, anxiety, persecution,
Fear of death,
The game is permitted to continue,
All with your blessing,
To see if he can be broken.
Is this how mercy is shown,
Torturing those that love you?
Finding sport in war and death
Both are waged eternally,
Some with your blessing
Some without,
Either way, surely with a smile.
Sending those in your image to their end
As pawns for your amusement,
This seems to be your sadistic way.
As a final act of brutality,
You offered your son up to despots,
Torturing and degrading him until death,
All to uphold your way of life
And save the monsters which you created.
Would a kind and merciful parent do this to his child,
Instilling them with fear,
Instead of promoting goodness and love?
This question must be answered!
Faith alone does not absolve you of responsibility
For the adulterated state of our being.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blackness and dread have come over me,
I know not for how much longer I can resist.
Something unnatural here has staked claim to my soul;
Amongst these damp, dark, mossy castle walls
Light of day does little to diminish my fear.
I can feel it’s presence whilst awake and in slumber,
It speaks to me, taunting me to do unspeakable evil.
I am not the monster this darkness wishes me to be
Tho’ I fear I must be going mad!
I have called on God for strength, but to no avail
He has left me to my own voice.
My wife of O’ these many years fears me,
I am not the man I was,
I have paled, the purple beneath my eyes ages me.
Venturing into the night with nary a word nor explanation
I remember this not, tho’ my clothing doth bear evidence.
I wake to incessant scoffing yet am utterly alone outside of my bed,
Is my mind playing tricks on me,
What have I done, where have I gone?
My shirt dotted in crimson, bloody knife sheathed at my waist,
My hands painted scarlet speak of some unconscious evil.
I have never…could never hurt a living soul,
Yet this throbbing in my skull,
These incessant nightmares claim otherwise.
What I see in my minds eye disgusts me, tho’ I am horrifyingly intrigued.
Screams, shrill and bloodcurdling haunt me.
I can see the faces of females I have never known
Yet they lay at my feet, faces contorted in terror.
I am looking down upon myself and my bloodied hands
These women have been disemboweled,
Steam rising from their flayed vessels in the cold night air,
I laugh heartily at their horrific demise.
These are just dreams!
Nay! They are but nightmares, figments of an active imagination!
They must be!
But my hands bear witness to my dreams.
They are but one and the same, though I know not how.
What have I done, why must I be tormented?
Clearly God has forsaken me!
I dare not show my face beyond these castle walls,
I dare not reveal what I have truly become to my wife and children;
I have become a pariah to my family and this world,
I am ashamed!
Voices chortle saying, “You know what you must do!”,
“Join us! Join us!”.
This pain hath become unbearable,
Pounding, pounding, unceasing, these voices.
Hand drawn to the knife handle I contemplate my end.
The hammer continues to beat upon my temple
As the beat of a drum, constant and rhythmic.
Drawing blade from sheath I tremble, I know what I must do,
Whilst the voices drone on in their monotone “Join us!”.
Lips quivering, eyes tearing, I long for my prior life,
My family, my mind void of this Satan, but it is not to be.
To the hilt, I drive the blood caked knife through my throbbing temple.
Black…Nothing but blackness,
Still there is pain,
The pounding,
The hammering,
Forever tormented even in death,
Surely I must be cursed to hell.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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The blood curdling scream from the dungeon below,
Made John pray to God for the hangman’s gallows.
This soldier of God stripped of vestments so pure,
Now nameless and faceless a test he was sure.
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I’ve done what was asked by king, country and Pope
In exchange for a promise to Heaven elope.
If I fall in battle to those savages in the east,
To sling, bow and arrow or some other horrid beast.
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Instead I’m betrayed by the kinsman I protect;
By cowards and fools those insignificant specks.,
Hiding behind crown whilst I lay on this rack,
Fingers and toes broke while they flail on my back.
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These charges of heresy are baseless and false,
I’ll deny to my death, to my last beating pulse.
Phillip IV King of motherland France,
Cooked up this scheme devious to embolden his stance.
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Our riches and land to be his at all costs,
No matter the lives of the Templar that are lost.
Castle and fortress captured by the crown,
Confiscated before Pope Clement could resound.
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This murderous thief will be judged before God,
Without royal finements, naked and unshod.
Surely he’ll be banished to Hades for his crimes,
Whilst I’ll be looking down on his torment for all times.
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Justice will be served though draw and quarter is my fate,
I long for the Lord at Saint Peter’s pearly gate.
For the righteous will receive promised Heaven’s just due,
Whilst river of fire awaits souls of evil to be threw.
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Soon my dear comrades in paradise I will join,
Those of you who’ve gone before by the heathen on the coin.
We’ll reap our sweet vengeance on this coward of the throne,
He’ll burn in Hell, consumed by fire, for eternity alone.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Two star struck lovers bequeathed to the night,
Passion, deceit for to hide out of sight.
She…questionable virtue…from the wrong side of the tracks,
Parental displeasure of refinement she lacks.
Refinement nor virtue does fail to impart,
For love…it does blind in matters of the heart.
Inconsolable his father takes matters to hand,
This tryst must dissolve on this he demands.
Honor of family trumps sanctity of life,
She must be parlayed before he takes her his wife.
So twisted was his mind he could scarcely think clear,
The evil he did plot against his son held so dear.
Blackness in his heart…the tramp won’t be missed,
When…how…on the table pound his fist!
Finally he takes her, it matters not from where,
Kicking and screaming he has her by the hair.
Raging and seething to the lake they did go,
Softness of ground, so much easier to sow.
She fought for her life, to the end no avail,
Fate she did meet by his father…did impale.
Twisted face…drove the father to remorse,
For the good of the family, I must stay the course.
Sweat pouring down, the hole he did dig,
Shovel like a flash moving dirt, leaf and twig.
Body limp and lifeless, a dirty silent face,
Angelic in its beauty he laid her into place.
What have I done as each shovel flew,
Too late it was now there is nothing more to do.
Vial task now complete, heavy heart he did carry,
Back to his home…no one more the wary.
Son perplexed by absence, he couldn’t help but worry,
Where might she have gone, without trace, in a hurry.
For days upon end decline did his mood,
Nary desire for sleep, for water or for food.
His father stood watch as his son’s life did languish,
Conscience torn asunder he succumbed to his anguish.
Little time did it take for the boys light to fade,
Result of the father’s despondent bed that he made.
He buried his boy not long after this,
Family collapsed he was so sorely missed.
The father, for all his attempts to defend,
Suffered his sin, one he could never mend.
He passed like his son fairly soon thereafter,
Life spun out of control an irreparable disaster.
Hell most surely laid out it’s red carpet for him,
The Devil delighting in this most thoughtless of whims.
For all his grandiose and pompous plans he did draw,
He lost his family, his son, his life and beautiful daughter-in-law.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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To rationalize this cycle of unfettered hate
Would only lend credence to the insane
The innocence of children left to a horrible fate
Snuffed out by a killer’s reasons arcane
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We weep for them, for what we have lost
A future taken in an instant never to grow up
Never to have know them, an insurmountable cost
Terrible and tragic their loss we never can make up
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We light our candles and say a prayer
Hoping their Maker greets them with open arms
For all we can do is stand united and show them that we care
While trying to figure out how to protect others from Satan’s harm
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Who could have known or perhaps have foretold
What tragedy would await these children so pure
Our own we’ll pull close and tightly hold
To be confident they safe I am sure
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Thou shalt not kill a commandment most true
May this murderer burn in eternal hell
For you’ve taken from us so much more than you knew
In a moment of silence we toll the bell
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We stand with the mothers and fathers who weep
Tears that cannot bring their babies home
Never again to lay them down to sleep
Their hearts laid bare, broken and alone
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What more can I do but say sorry and grieve
For a loss no one can ever justify
I drop to my knees and beg their souls to take leave
And with mourning and sadness say goodbye
Dom DiFrancesco 