Stirring in your loins
Sex with some strange consumes you
Lust, the deadly sin
Plagued with a physical want
You’ve forgotten about love
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: sin
Feast Of Gluttony
Feast of Gluttony
One of seven deadly sins
Frequent in the west
Hoarding all we can acquire
While looking down on the poor
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sin and Goodness
Sin and goodness
Are separated by a razors edge.
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This pair expounded
By the fallible minds of men.
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One only need look internal
To see their own fallibilities.
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A query is begged of you;
Are the sins of the single mother,
Who resorts to harlotry to feed her children,
Any greater a sin in the eyes of God
Than those of the wealthy who hoard their riches
While ignoring the plight of the poor and infirm?
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True sin resides in greed and contempt,
Goading sin from otherwise good souls.
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The mothers desperation urged by good intent,
While the wealthy was compelled
Out of selfishness and pomposity.
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Lines between sin and goodness blur
Through the perceptions of man.
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Objectivity escapes us in our passion;
Making us the poorest of judges.
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Would not their fates be best left
To the sagacity of God?
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Envy
Oh!, envious obsession,
One of seven deadly sins,
Lust for another’s possessions,
Breeds avarice and contempt,
All to what end?
A life of misery,
Constant sadness and dissatisfaction,
Hate, an unquenchable longing,
Reprehensible to a life so succinct,
Cherish the gifts bestowed,
Rejoice in nature,
The heavens,
In family,
For nothing is of greater import,
Earthly possessions are but temporary,
Absconded or lost in passing,
Leaving a desirous heart,
Empty and alone in what lies,
In the hereafter.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mortality of Man
By: D. R. DiFrancesco
On bended knee,
Bloodied and bruised,
I prayed for forgiveness,,
Hoping for nothing else to lose.
This was not to be,
With tears and head bowed,
Reciting the mantras learned as a child,
A blessing on me I hoped you’d endow.
Having spewn blasphemous epithets,
Having thought impure thoughts,
I was not worthy,
I could not receive the mercy I sought.
A victim to the sins of Adam,
Consumed by the treachery of Eve,
Am I doomed to the frailty of my being,
“Oh no!” I am told if only I believe.
So to what fate is my soul condemned,
To Satan’s dominion or Heaven’s charity,
This is a question of faith,
To ask of God for greater clarity.
We question life’s lessons and failures,
Yet in these, may reside the answers we seek,
As they say, “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”,
Quelling what is mortally weak.
Does a God exists, for this I am hopeful,
For if not then this is all for naught,
There’s no comfort in nothing, if you’re gone you’re gone,
Pray for veracity in what we were taught.
Moral Decay
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Fantasy glimmers amongst shades of crimson,
Distorting reality for it’s own vice,
Leaving idle minds to drown in corruption,
Leading tormented souls to succumb.
Society passes off lust as love,
Mingling sensitivities with animal instinct,
Numbing what sensibilities we portend to have,
Replacing them with primative urges.
Celluloid visions feed arousal and carnality,
Drifting recklessly across our screens,
Youth despoiled by images of debauchery,
Rendering them hollow and defiled.
Who’s to blame for the moral decay?
Pointing the venomous finger of irresponsibility,
Looking to the state for civil retort,
Misplacing censure to cloak parental shortcomings.
We are to blame,
Ignoring that which tears at our moral fiber,
Restraint not prudishness the intention,
Reaping what we sow our just deserve.
Dom DiFrancesco 