Your childish rants
Make you look foolish and small
Its time to grow up
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
This passionate heart,
Buried deep within, beating in rhythm with your every breath,
Yet I cannot find the right words to tell you so.
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Tongue tied by emotions in wont of regurgitation,
Swallowed back due to my own apprehension,
These burning embers sour in the pit of my stomach.
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I glance your way in hopes of recognition
Momentary contact from your crystalline blue eyes gives me hope
Until I realize you are looking through me.
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I am veiled from your sight,
The background in the play that is your life,
Dressing to complete your pretty picture.
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What must I do to lead in your panoply,
All that I am I would gladly bestow upon you,
Without hesitation or precondition.
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If only I was endowed with the fortitude,
But I am not and never have been,
Instead my timidity consumes me.
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Breathless I am left to watch you from the sidelines,
Only dreaming of what might have been,
Wishing that fate had shined a loving light upon us.
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But it was not to be,
As destiny has dictated the climax of this cruel tango,
Leaving one of us to be the wallflower.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fools revel in their own importance,
Looking down the slippery slope of their noses,
Grinning sarcastic grins at those plagued with less fortune
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Vexed not by the pomposity of their exploits,
Superiority exists only in their minds,
Diluted and delusional in their arrogance.
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All that they possess most surely can be forfeited,
Captured in an instant and dissolved,
Thrusting the high-and-mighty into squalor.
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Reparations for their aristocratic parlance,
Hubris bleeds from every laceration.
As these dolts retreat to live amongst the salt.
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Humbled in the face of their failures,
Unpretentious in their relations,
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
The silence of sunset,
Birds return to their nests,
Resting from their day of song.
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Crickets rosin their bows,
Preparing for the evenings symphony,
While crowds await their glorious tune.
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The sun glows mandarin,
As it slowly ducks behind the shadowy horizon,
Echoing in a tense truce between diurnal and nocturnal.
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As the last sliver of day sets,
The orchestra begins their performance,
Breaking the uneasy silence.
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Eerie yet beautiful sounds of nightfall,
Originating from unseen musicians,
Thrill their awestruck audience.
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Wondrous are the players of the night,
Talented and shy, invisible to all except the trained eye,
Hiding behind their curtain of darkness.
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Night is not to be feared, but cherished,
Enveloping its onlookers in the leisurely tune,
Eliciting a most restful slumber.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~