Every thought of you
Conjures up the memories
I’ve tried to suppress
Spilling out my weaknesses
Leaving me spent and hollow
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: poetry
Demons, Of The Mind Or Real
Demons, of the mind or real
Are they not one and the same?
It all depends on how you feel,
Perception is the name of the game.
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A fact to one, to another fiction
It matters your point of view.
A passing fad or tragic addiction,
Apparent in what we say and do.
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It makes no difference the chosen vice,
Whether outside or so ingrained.
Once affliction takes hold, you never think twice,
They are illness’ one and the same
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Bite down on your tongue the next time you speak
About thinks you know nothing about.
The outlook for some, no matter how bleak
Is a demon they’re fighting to rush out.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I Think
I think,
Mind cluttered with words,
Lines,
Life,
Trash,
Looking for an escape,
A blank page,
A song to sing,
Anything,
Something to feel release,
Pressure,
Cooking up inside,
No anger,
Just excitement,
Bursting to create,
Art,
Happiness,
Love,
It matters not,
Pen,
Brush,
Heart,
Soul,
Tools all the same,
On which canvas I will exact a gentle touch,
Is the question which awaits an answer.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tempest Rage – A Rondel
A tempest brews its fiery rage,
Raining flame from lair on high,
Innocents run from molten sky,
As players on this devil’s stage.
.
The evil Lord, his venom thrust,
Hatreds source no one can say,
Legend speaks of broken trust,
Though long ago, lives on this day.
.
The village prays a hero come
As many a generation before,
All victims to his ancient lore.
While losing hope is the fate of some
The rest await the chosen one.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Steel Bars – A Tanka
Steel bars of prison
No match for my jailer’s wrath
Sentence self-imposed
Cruelty and deprivation
Are the penalties for sin
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Peeling Back The Layers
Peeling back the layers
Like an onion of marble, brick, wood,
Concrete, steel and plaster.
What lies beneath this man-made skeleton?
Flesh, blood, bone,
Hopes, dreams, promise,
Failure, disappointment, longing,
Pain, suffering and sorrow,
Wrapped in the package human.
Wealth nor status makes one immune.
Life infects rich and poor alike,
Birth and death spare no one,
Entering into their pact with nothing
And fulfilling the contract with no reward.
These truths are guaranteed
Despite a desire to bury them in denial, religion or alcohol.
Make what you will of your life
Ignore those that cry to you with outstretched hands,
Divert your eyes from malnourishment,
Turn your back on humanities fallen,
Do this and more without conscience
As a soulless miscreant is bound to do.
This is your choice.
Or join this race we all run…offering,
Time, money, love,
Compassion, sympathy, understanding,
A helping hand, encouragement,
As much or as little as you have,
This is what it means to be human,
To be in communion,
Asking nothing in return.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lover – A Cinquain
Lover
Found amongst stars
Giving passion freely
Living life in euphoria
Beloved
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Crystal Black Night – A Haiku
The crystal black night
Virgin canvas for the stars
Masterpiece awaits
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Pulsing – A Tanka
Blood flows erratic
Pulsing strain against my veins
Testing my hearts beat
Love or lust it matters not
When bathed in raw emotion
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We Belong – An Etheree
We
belong
as one with
our brothers and
sisters as we walk
this unkempt road of life
from beginning to it’s end.
Race, creed, color, orientation
do not define the person inside
they are but labels used to divide us.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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