A rebellious streak
Not such a bad mark to have
Don’t be a robot
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A rebellious streak
Not such a bad mark to have
Don’t be a robot
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Labels separate
Segregation of masses
For the unknowing
Republican, democrat,
Gay, straight, rich, poor, black or white
This life and body
Are but temporary things
Gone in an instant
What is left behind
Spirit and spirit alone
Each one is the same
Void of race, creed and color
Void of all man’s influence
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Temper your rage toward others dear one
It blinds you and fogs the mirror.
Incapable of seeing yourself in others, hate festers,
Turning gangrenous, unable to heal.
What angers you is that which you cannot admit;
You are Siamese–connected by a tiny spark,
The spark of the soul, beyond our human frailties.
Anger, hate, race, creed, color melt away
When viewed in the brightness of Divine light.
Unconditional love takes up residence
Welcoming the essence of all into her warmth.
With this, differences can no longer survive…
And for once we can live in total peace.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What color is blood?
Red as crimson to the dullest eye.
When stripped of skin,
What is left but muscle, sinew, bone
Held together by a thin designer suit.
At birth we enter the world the same way.
At death we return the earth each the same.
Why is it that we vandalize each other
Throwing names, bullets and missiles,
Destroying our sacred selves?
More alike than different is the human animal,
Though ego prefers to separate.
Look beyond the skin in all its wondrous glory,
Reach for the soul deep within
Dismissing the prejudice of our senses.
Honor our sameness in peace and love
Remembering the wisdom of the sanskrit greeting
…Namaste’.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Faces look around
Each with varied histories
Searching for answers
This is what makes us human
Regardless of appearance
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What lies on distant shores,
Buckets, pigeon holes, troughs for segregation.
Language, dress, birthplace do not an enemy make.
Where came this bitter misdirection?
Religion, culture, song, dance,
These are things of man’s creation.
Strip naked man and woman–
Lay them bare of their mortal inventions.
Confiscate their language, dress, birthplace,
Expropriate their religion, culture, song, dance,
Take all they have of this world;
What have they left?
Blood and skin and bone;
That which crumbles with inevitable death.
Hopes and dreams, emotions;
intangibles that define humanness.
Air, food, water, shelter;
That which sustains us.
Boundaries of man hold no sway over these.
We are but one species,
Born and consumed in life,
Until the day we return home
To the dust from whence we came.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
O’ precious neighbor
Though we live worlds apart
We are of one soul
One mind and of one body
Our stories end the same way
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~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~