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A Senseless Loss (Sandy Hook Elementary School Tragedy)

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By D. R. DiFrancesco

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To rationalize this cycle of unfettered hate

Would only lend credence to the insane

The innocence of children left to a horrible fate

Snuffed out by a killer’s reasons arcane

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We weep for them, for what we have lost

A future taken in an instant never to grow up

Never to have know them, an insurmountable cost

Terrible and tragic their loss we never can make up

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We light our candles and say a prayer

Hoping their Maker greets them with open arms

For all we can do is stand united and show them that we care

While trying to figure out how to protect others from Satan’s harm

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Who could have known or perhaps have foretold

What tragedy would await these children so pure

Our own  we’ll pull close and tightly hold

To be confident they safe I am sure

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Thou shalt not kill a commandment most true

May this murderer burn in eternal hell

For you’ve taken from us so much more than you knew

In a moment of silence we toll the bell

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We stand with the mothers and fathers who weep

Tears that cannot bring their babies home

Never again to lay them down to sleep

Their hearts laid bare, broken and alone

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What more can I do but say sorry and grieve

For a loss no one can ever justify

I drop to my knees and beg their souls to take leave

And with mourning and sadness say goodbye

Secrets Better Left Spoken

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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Secrets clutched tightly to our breast

Scared to show vulnerability

Hiding those things which make us cry, make us bleed

From a world we don’t think could understand.

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Are we untrue to ourselves

The lies we hide deep within our hearts

Beat rhythmically to escape the fleshy prison

Only to be pushed back into the darkest recesses of our souls.

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No one is immune

Deceitful is he who denies his susceptibility

Who has breathed that has not hidden his weakness

Protection from our humanity.

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Our society prides strength

Scoffing at compassion and emotion as if a sign of frailty

This is absurd, yet it resonates loudly among us

So we shelter that which makes us mortal.

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Maleness dictates the subjugation of feelings

One cannot be strong and show emotion

So we masquerade them in anger and violence

Unleashing rage through pestilence and war.

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Our progeny suffers

Families torn asunder in fits of acrimony

Childhoods left in tatters by pent up defiance

Fallen to the tragedy of shame.

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Depression festers, virulent and deadly

A secret best left unmentioned in polite circles

An illness of the mind cannot be real

You are a man, you must act like one.

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The imposition of this philosophy is for fools

Harmful and destructive to the mind, body and soul

Anxiety, depression, suicide the unwelcome victor

Do these secrets make you proud.

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Unalike at Birth

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By D. R. DiFrancesco

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I ran the race, but tripped and fell,

The starter’s pistol heard clear as a bell.

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They say we start out as equals its true,

Sadly the shortest of fates straws I drew.

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The field is not level, its slanted you see,

The caste at your birth influences who you will be.

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Yes this can change its not written in stone,

You’ll have to push harder and higher alone.

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Your families old money makes for a pre-made man

While I scratch and I claw doing all that I can.

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As I’m running my race I can see you ahead,

Getting farther and farther from the path that I tread.

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You claim we are the same from conception to birth,

My mother cleans houses, what’s your Daddy’s net worth.

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The systems unfair, some say evil and cruel,

Treating those of less fortune as inconvenient and worthless fools.

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Because you say this is not so does not make it true,

I work as hard if not harder than many of you do.

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Still I live paycheck to paycheck without a spare dime,

Hoping and praying someday good fortune in turn will be mine.

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I would change my condition if only time would allow,

But with work, home, and family to their pressures I must bow.

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You laugh and call us stupid behind country club doors,

We are those that wait on you, clean up after you and shine your marble floors.

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How dare you proclaim that this system is fair,

From your ivory towers, sprawling mansions, and mountain top lairs.

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Remember there are those far less fortunate than you,

Born without the golden slipper, silver spoon our betterment you subdue.

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I look forward to the day when in my shoes you must walk,

Maybe then you’ll show compassion and stifle harsh talk.

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Until then I will struggle and work ‘til I drop,

Pray the system will change and this punishment stop.

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When fairness for all is the law in this land,

Maybe then we can solve our problems walking arm in arm and hand in hand.

Revenge, Quest for the Dragon

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By D. R. DiFrancesco

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Cloven hooves and scaly wings,

Fire and brimstone my eyes it stings.

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The stench, burned flesh and rotting corpse,

This quest undertaken without remorse.

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To avenge my love of many years,

With sword and pike to steady my fears.

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So young and innocent in the talons clutch,

A life destroyed, she suffered much.

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This beast,a devil must surely die,

With head on stake and raised most high.

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The path to hades on unsure foot,

I trudge and stumble through knee deep soot.

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Gagging and choking on horrid smell,

Anxious that I’ll perish in this demon’s hell.

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Not before I slay my dragon foe,

I vow to persist ‘til my last breath dost go.

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The earth is scorched as I journey the peak,

The wind, a roar, guides me to the butcher I seek.

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The sound and stink of his putrid breath,

I grit my teeth in the face of death.

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Courage in the shadow of terror I must muster,

Sharpened point, razors edge, sabre’s glint in silver luster.

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The cave the den, path to hell in linesight,

The smoke and sulfur eclipse the sunlight.

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Flames erupt and singe the landscape,

I refuse to retreat, with night comes darkness drape.

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Hidden in shadows I inch my way onward,

Sword in clenched fist should I have to thrust forward.

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In shock and surprise the beast my scent hast sensed,

I lunge behind boulders as my lifes only defense.

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A roar as if from hades cracks the whistle of the gale,

Trembling in fear, his beating wings shedding monstrous scales.

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Flames nearly blinding, the heat my flesh boils,

I must run, change my course, before my quest he doth foil.

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As he draws in a breath for his next volley of fire,

I sprang from my hideout and circled much higher.

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In murderous rage the devil turned to give chase,

A discarded scale as a shield did I hoist in great haste.

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The torrent of fire my shield did repel,

Though I stumbled and fell how I survived and cannot tell.

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Another deep breath the dragon he drew,

Without a thought for my safety the pike through air flew.

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A ghastly howl filled the night as the pike hit it’s mark,

As flames filled the air piercing the obsidian dark.

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With head drawing down his roar from hell thrown my way,

With courage I filled, destined to live another day.

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Like a rabbit I jumped from behind makeshift shield,

With sword in clenched hand I swung what I wield.

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As his head it approached and our eyes surely meet,

With a leap I did plunge, blade to hilt landing on both feet.

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With a yell I withdrew bloody blade from the beast,

Pike still impaled to redeem my maiden, his feast.

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With sabre raised overhead to swing with all my might,

His crimson life draining along with his demon charged fight.

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A strike to his throat though armored it may be,

Shattered scale, flesh and tendon razored blade exposed he.

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He dropped to his knees spewing flames so erratic,

Moaning and crying in demon’s voice traumatic.

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With a thunderous tumble the mountainside shook,

As the monster’s death imminent the last breath he took.

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Elated I raised sword for one final blow,

Swiftly and grunting off with his head it did go.

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Exhausted I dropped to one knee and did weep,

Thanking God for His strength and His blessing bade me sleep.

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My darling revenge is now in my firm clutch,

I slay your cowardly killer helped by God’s mighty touch.

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Dragon’s head on the pike still my heart it does break,

No solace is found though serpents life I did take.

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Sadness eternal where my destiny lie,

“Til when unite and I mercifully die.

Love Lost in a Mind Field

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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I turn to find you gone,

This windowless doorless prison smothers me,

Stilling my bloodied heart,

All that is left to me are tears.

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Why did she leave, echos in my tormented head,

A whisper nagging at my last nerve,

Shuddering at the thought of abandonment,

Trapped and curled in a position most fetal.

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Questioning my very existence,

I claw at the walls wailing for release,

Nails broken, crimson shards surround me,

Dropping to my knees I sit in utter defeat.

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A darkness sets as I fall prone,

Naked and vulnerable the coarse stone chills me to the bone,

Jagged sharpness scars tender flesh,

Dulling the pain of your retreat.

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I struggle for composure,

Reaching out in the dark praying for your touch,

Doomed, I’m left drowning in solitary silence,

Drenched in the perspiration of despair.

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Why have I been left to this hellish place,

Did I not offer enough of myself to you,

Did I not cradle you in my loving passion,

What else could I have done?

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Sobbing I struggle to breathe,

Lamenting your loss I pound at the blood stained floor,

Begging for merciful forgiveness,

Your reply…only suffocating solitude.

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Passing seems imminent,

In desperation, euthanasia would be welcome,

I couldn’t have deserved such loneliness,

Quivering with exhaustion, I drift eternal sleep.

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Startled in a flush of adrenaline,

Wringing with sweat I strain to rise,

Where have you been, dribbles from my jaw tight lips,

Her blue eyes speak, by your side, to my nightmarish dream.

I Should Have Listened

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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They are only things,

Temporary and replaceable trinkets,

Their loss, of course stings,

But at the time you could not think it.

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They asked you to leave and not look back,

Refusing, you took your life in your hands,

While Sandy bore down on your homes and your shacks.

Threatening to bury you in water and sand.

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Stubborn you claim, “ I’ve been through this before”,

I made it once, I made twice, I can make it again,

But Sandy is not like any of those other girls they implore,

She’s reckless, she’s deadly, she’s a ten out of ten.

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You know better than they do,

She can’t take what is yours,

Until the trees fell and the waves grew,

You tried to batten your windows and doors.

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The winds whipped and the rains fell,

Now your house has gone dark,

There’s no one to call, there’s no one to tell,

A loud bang and the sky is lit up by a transformers spark.

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A tear falls and your heart begins to race,

Maybe Sandy isn’t like any of the other girls I knew,

I wasn’t afraid of Irene or Katrina I just laughed in their face,

I’m beginning to think that this one played me for the fool.

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You called for help, but your cries go unheeded,

They told you to get out, you just wouldn’t listen,

Left to ride out the storm ‘til the oceans receded,

Under stress you tremble and sweat begins to glisten.

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A horrible crash and the doors turn to splinter,

Windows explode shattered glass all around,

Nowhere to hide as the waves rush to enter,

Trapped with no chance to reach higher ground.

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You struggle to hang on not to drift out to sea,

As your walls crumble down like paper mache,

The surge sucks you out as you lunge for a tree,

Praying to God to live another day.

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Your tired and weak as your hold begins to slip,

Life flashes like a movie in your minds eye,

Kicking and straining not to lose your wet grip,

Hoping against hope that its not time to die.

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But your fate it was sealed in that moment of haste,

You had your chance given more than should have been needed,

The lose of your life such a sad and immoral waste,

All for disregard of a message that should have been heeded.

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We now mourn your loss as a tragedy unforgiving,

At the hands of a lady with the devil in her soul,

You could have been one to go on in life living,

Instead you’re another uptick in Sandy’s death toll.

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You’re a sad reminder of nature’s great strength,

To be feared and respected in all of it’s glory,

Awesome and powerful while held at arms length,

May your loss be our lesson in this tragic storm story.

Sadly, there are those that do not have an appropriate respect for the power of nature.  Too often these individuals refuse to heed the warnings given to them and the result is not just the loss of their personal property, but the loss of their lives.

I truly mourn those who perished as a result of Hurricane Sandy and hope that somehow those that lost their lives due to their blatant disregard of the warnings serve as a lesson to those who may contemplate similar actions in the future.

I honestly believe that there are no material possessions in this world worth sacrificing ones life for.   I hope and pray for a speedy recovery and return to normalcy for those who are suffering from the wrath of Sandy.  My heart goes out to you all.

Mind Games

Sorrowing Old Man – Vincent Van Gogh – 1890

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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Drifting away,

Drowning in a sea of desperation,

Grasping for a life ring of sanity,

Just out of my reach.

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I look within,

A swirling cyclonic mess embodies me,

Unrefined shapes and forms,

Seeking to undermine me at every turn.

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This Impenetrable darkness,

That neither sun nor joy can imbue,

Why have I been cursed with this plague,

Delivering pain to the four winds of my soul.

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Overwhelming sadness clutches me to her bosom,

Offering me nothing but anguish,

Have I not been tormented enough,

Stripped and laid bare to the elements.

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God and science offer no comfort,

For the troubled mind worships it’s own demons,

I have prayed to exercise them,

Yet found the only panacea is time.

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With night, slumber offers me respite,

Time for healing,

Calm for the erratic mind,

Hope for a clearer perspective at dawn.

A Dark Trip

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Sour feelings troubling and deep,

Twisting emotions dark hidden,

I know not where these notions I keep,

They come, they consume the life I’m living.

To try and break the hold, the strangle,

Fruitless and wearying as I revolt the demon,

Senses and emotions left bloody and mangled,

Begging sleep to lead solemn dreaming.

For this I hope the obsidian cloud rises,

Paving way for spirit lifted,

Lock away my despondent guises,

To be thankful for all that I have been gifted.

A Tragedy Hits Home

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Crass and cranky,
Scarcely a kind word to anyone,
Including himself,

Bitter and hateful,
Blaming everyone for his shortcomings,
Except for himself,

The family,
The job,
Restraining him from achieving success.

Never without a glass,
Always a glass of amber in hand,
Served to enhance his misery.

Another drink,
“I’ll have just one more”, he would say,
The one we called Jekyll and Hyde.

The children loved him,
But children didn’t like him,
Too scared and too young to confront.

A wife living for better or worse,,
Traumatized into silence,
Who would he be when he came home at night?

A frustrated virtuoso,
Sculpture, oils, watercolors, pastels,
So much talent needlessly thrown away.

On a stormy day all was lost,
His family, his art and his life,
Sadness in a bottle his solitary friend.

Did the Lord,
Or did his demons call him home,
A mystery until we join our maker,

Destructive and demoralizing,
Living under bourbons shadow,
Souls touched that will never be healed.

47th and Madison

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Wind blows icy and sharp,

Sidewalks caked in gum and grime,

Could pass for Art Deco,

If not for their hearts of stone.

A biting chill rising,

Stinging the prone soul,

The corner she calls home,

Talking and motioning to her alter-ego.

Wrapped in a windbreaker of plastic,

Once for someones rubbish,

Black and torn,

This, her life fortune.

Passers-by avoid her gaze,

The unseen don’t exist in their convenient world ,

While scorn cast its ugly breath upon her,

Disguised as laughter and whispers.

She’s gone now,

Passed away, put away, moved on,

Her home, white washed and sterile,

Did you even know who she was, did she ever exist?

She could have been your mother,

Possibly a sister or a family friend,

Someone you could have loved,

She could have even been you.