Driven by passion
The inner animal calls
Is it love or lust
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Driven by passion
The inner animal calls
Is it love or lust
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shadowy creatures
Thrive in absolute darkness,
What is it they seek?
Are they feasting on my fears
Or do they desire blood?
Real or imagined
They torture me just the same.
This…my illusion
Has become reality,
Whether I like it or not.
The mind truly can
Be such a terrible thing…
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sleep amongst the stars
Lover’s eyes gaze upon you
What awaits beyond
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To be all knowing;
Would I become horrified…
Sickened by the thoughts?
Would I share in suffering
Or in humanities pain?
I really don’t know,
Maybe I would offer love
Or a helping hand.
I’d like to think myself brave,
But then again…I’m not God.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The stage has been set
Clown car gassed up and ready
Right-wing rant begins
Offering few solutions
To the mess that they started
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Frustration mounting
As oligarchs come boldly
Their riches in hand.
Elections bought and paid for…
Secret meetings seal the deal.
Buying candidates,
How much money must they have,
How can we compete?
Sitting idly by we watch
As the slaughter commences.
In revolution
This once great nation was born.
Perhaps it is time
The monarchs retaste our wrath
By drowning their precious tea.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A living wage…
Is it too much to ask?
The unions fought for you,
Many died for you
Yet now you treat them as evil.
Who does this benefit?
Look at your stagnant wage,
Feel the fear of losing your job.
Each closed door meeting brings anxiety.
There is no loyalty from above,
Dollars and cents are their gods now.
You have been weakened and betrayed,
But you don’t see it…this is capitalism.
The promised trickle has all but dried up,
Living paycheck-to-paycheck your way of life.
Whatever happened to the middle class,
The comfortable life, retirement,
It is all just a dream relegated to history,
While the upper crust bathes in their gold.
Still you cast your ballot for your own demise.
Lower taxes will not bring you comfort,
Later retirement will not bring you joy,
Minimum wage will not support you,
Healthcare vouchers will not sustain you,
Social Security will not carry you to the end.
So what is it you want?
We are being ravaged at every turn,
Still you are too blind to see it.
Watch these buffoons on stage,
Telling you they care about you…the little man?
These millionaires and billionaires don’t care about you!
They only care for themselves
And their wealthy friends that bought them.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Man’s intuition
Lost amongst modernity
Preferring book smarts
∞
Wisdom comes in many forms
If you’re willing to listen
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Teach me if you must
Lessons like this are hard learned
Bloody and brutal
I expected nothing less
For having used my free will
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~