The pregnant sky falls
Bringing evening into the world
~~ Another day dead
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~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~
The pregnant sky falls
Bringing evening into the world
~~ Another day dead
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~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~
Trying to stay above the fray,
In spite of the traps laid at my feet.
Some have tried to tease anger to the surface;
Unreasonable requests
Rush judgments,
Poking and prodding, tools of this trade.
I refuse to succumb,
Instead I will look within for strength,
Seeking a joyful place to center myself.
On occasion failures have succeeded–
Yet I refuse to scourge myself over failings,
They are, but momentary and quickly pass.
I am above all of this minutiae,
It is nothing–white-noise lobbed to distract.
With this realization I have strengthened my resolve
And I am resolved to rise above.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Broken hearts and broken dreams left among the ashes
Ruins in the wake of the tsunami–your selfish desires.
Scavengers scour through the wreckage for sustenance
Finding nothing but crumbs left for them to fight over.
Is commitment so distasteful that exile is the only cure?
What of those cast aside, banished to Elba–victims,
Are they simply expendable for your greater good?
O’ what blackness must thrive in your narcissistic soul,
Pitiful…flourishing in this loveless existence of yours,
Choosing loneliness over the love and warmth of another,
Hiding like a coward behind a cold and hollow heart.
Like a lion you search for your next meal
Feasting, gorging hungrily as if this may be your last,
But you know it won’t, there is always another prey,
One that thinks it can tame you to save themselves.
Who is fooling who in this eternal struggle?
You are the sly one, knowing this is sleight of hand
Leading on those that offer you their hearts
Until you grow weary of their affections.
Tossing them on the heap
You grind their souls and their passions into dust.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We are told from birth
This world is your oyster
~~ Where’s the shucking knife
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Travel on dear friend
As if this day was your last
~~ Who knows what fate holds
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What defines genius
Insanity on steroids
Or simply a gift
Perhaps it is some of each
With which we’ve all been endowed
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A ghostly apparition on shoreline I spied,
Pacing to and fro through deep hours of night.
I thought from my window I captured her cry
From what must have been a terrible fright.
Dressed all in white from an era long gone
Stream of tears from my eyes I did shed.
Distress in her step and the pipers last song
This lover to her death must’ve led.
Legend exists of a star-crossed romance
Ending in the most tragic of ways.
They claim it occurred by strange circumstance
Young lovers they drowned in the bay.
When the shock finally passed nothing, but sorrow did I feel
There was nothing I could offer for her wounds I could not heal.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Warm spring winds blowing
Laugh in Old Man Winter’s face
~~ Nature’s confusion?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Strained parental love
Clashing personalities
Mother and daughter
One lashing out in anger
Are they just too much alike
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~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Winter’s reaper struck
Cutting a swath through great lands
~~ Glazed in frozen death
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~