Look up to the stars
And peer into Heaven’s eyes
Your future awaits
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Look up to the stars
And peer into Heaven’s eyes
Your future awaits
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Looking across the field
Sun blinding me
I’m in a trance,
Mesmerized by the grassy wave.
How did I get to this place
Where so much promise lies before me,
Yet believing the best is already behind?
With each step I trample the tender shoots,
Very much like my dreams…
At one time flowing freely
Bending with the wind,
Now ground back into the earth
From which they were born.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Imagination is…
Inspiration for the painter’s brush,
Muse for the writer’s quill,
Angst for the actor’s role,
Gas for the engine of invention,
Irreverence to the twisted of mind,
Nuance for the singers song,
Ability for those challenged,
Tenacity in the hearts of the weak,
Ingenuity in the hands of the creative,
Omniscience in the eyes of the faithful,
Nobility in the lives of the insignificant,
…And so much more.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We sing Auld Lang Syne,
Drink toasts, kiss one another
Parting as best friends
Is any of this sincere
Or just another facade
I really don’t know
Perhaps it’s the tradition
An obligation
Giving hope in the New Year
To the masses of hopeless
Regardless of why
I shall tip my glass with glee
Drink my libation
Kiss and hug as dictated
Joining the hopeless in hope
This is my duty
As a member of mankind
Which I shall not shirk
Performed with an honest smile
And truest love in my heart
A Happy New Year
And a sincere best wishes
Are my closing words
May it be all that you hoped
And greater than expected
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Far and wide, far beyond horizons I’ve looked,
Looked…looked until I glared at nothingness.
Staring straight into the gruesomeness of its face
It manages nothing but a hideous, jagged smile,
A chuckle from deep within its bowels born of hell.
I…what could I, a miserable wretch possibly do?
I am afraid, frightened of what I cannot see.
This monster is not deterred, I can feel its presence
Looming large over me, clawing at my sanity.
I can feel its steaming breath, hot at my throat;
Pulse racing, heart pounding, I tremble losing control.
Grasping the Book I raise it skyward
Screaming, crying, falling to my blackened knees.
Prostrate and bruised for a response, I wait
Yet there is none, no answer, nothing but silence.
Silence and nothingness are all that greet my tears.
I despise this hollow, sorrowful, lonely quest
Plagued with questions thicker than a locust’s swarm.
Nary an answer have I been offered all these years.
Appeasement through words written in an aged text,
My only comfort, based on a promise given in antiquity
I suppose this…this solemn promise alone,
Is the gift offered through
…Faith.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fluttering open
Struggling to clear the haze
Another morning
What will this new day behold
Everything as intended
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Awake before dawn,
The air still clinging to summer’s end.
I breath deeply,
Lungs fill with warm moist morning.
Alone to see a new sun rising,
Nothing more glorious could I see
As dark turns to dawn.
Should not Saturdays be for sleep,
Renewal of the body and soul;
I could never fit this mold.
My renewal lies in peace,
Peace in new day’s birth,
Coo of the morning dove,
Dance of the gecko,
Sky vast as the oceans
And just as blue.
With its birth I am reborn;
Starting anew as if my first day,
Nothing could be more glorious.
~
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Promises,
Freely given,
With best of Intentions.
.
Things change,
Promises broken,
Never to happen.
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Trapped in this chasm, my mind
Constantly looking…
Searching for something only I can provide
Realizing, but still denying the power
Peering into the eyes of friends and strangers
Seeking approval…
Begging for their projection of happiness
Only to be disappointed
Let down by their inability to meet my desires
My need for acceptance,
My need for love,
My need for joy that once staked claim to my soul
But has since blow away
Sailing to parts unknown
As I lay quiet staring at the stark white ceiling
Tears, salty and warm sting my bloodshot eyes
Crying as I’ve done so many nights before
Tomorrows another day
Maybe I’ll find what I am looking for on the other side of the door
Waiting to embrace me
Envelope me
Wash me in the happiness that I so desperately pray for
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~