Things of Dreams, of Hopes

Things of dreams, of hopes,

This life I live and all that I have,

The promise of America, a ghost long dead.

Stripped of humanity, stripped of dignity, I see the pain in her eyes;

Mine tear for her, for the psychopath she has become,

She hates her children, punishing them for their ignorance.

But who is to blame, we’ve offered our souls to the Devil with each election,

Perpetuating our own destruction, more of the same does not breed change.

Perhaps I am guilty as any choosing to write as my protest.

Is my hope to inspire sufficient?

Only time will tell.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Laugh I Must At The Things That I Do (Sonnet)

Laugh I must at the things that I do,

Time and again the same mistakes.

Criticizing others, ignoring history true,

A hypocrite I am my own rules I break.

Claiming to know what’s right, I do it for a time,

‘Til boredom or laziness takes hold.

Then act I surprised like a criminal caught in crime,

That my hand as in poker is a fold.

When will I learn to practice what I preach,

For more than short periods of time.

Following the path that is right within reach,

From this hole I’ll not have to climb.

Perhaps human nature is the culprit in this game, a chessmaster of the supreme.

Maybe this will be the time I learn from my shame, and fortitude from this I will gleen.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~