Body and spirit
Merged in a magical dance
While here on this earth
Then like two starcrossed lovers
They separate forever
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: soul
Though This Shell Withers
Though this shell withers
Returning to whence it came
I shall never die
Time cannot kill the spirit
For the spirit’s always been
It is eternal
Without substance to hinder
Therefore unrestrained
In this I take great comfort
That there is–eternal life
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Subtle Energy
Subtle energy,
A gift–to me from the ancestors.
My way of giving to others.
Not as the source,
But as a humble conduit.
I am minute,
A speck of something much larger.
Using the gentlest of touch
Or even none at all
Healing from the Divine passes.
Knowing energy–
Through the most mortal of hands.
Some call it evil,
The work of the devil,
But it is not, how could it be
When offered with love.
Perhaps its mystery scares them
Or perhaps it threatens their beliefs,
I do not know.
Such a strange twist of logic is this,
To dismiss something born of goodness
That can never harm.
If only all beliefs were as pure
And as in tune with nature as this.
Would not the world be a more peaceful, loving…
And less violent place.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Save Me From Myself (Tanka)
Save me from myself
Me–my own worst enemy
Critical and hard
Judgemental and corrosive
I torture my soul
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cool and Refreshing
Cool and refreshing
I touched her to my lips.
Sweetly anointing my soul,
Her love cradling me,
Caressing me with a silken hand.
She is soft yet passionate;
Flowing over me,
In me, through me.
Under my lover’s touch
I am vulnerable to her spell.
Just as clay in her hands
I am kneaded,
Ready to do her bidding
Without question or concern.
She likewise–
Is the caldron I stir,
Churning desire with each stroke
Until she boils over.
Two souls melding into one,
Flesh on flesh,
Heartbeats in unison,
Never to be parted
In this life or the next.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I Give You My Heart
I give you my heart
Each beat saying I love you
In angelic tones
You hear them in me like song
With your ear pressed to my chest
Words would surely fail
They are but man’s invention
I–their apprentice
Unworthy to speak the heart
So the heart speaks for itself
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Traveling Through Time
Traveling through time
Looking for the dimension
That I can call mine
A soul from an era gone
Lost in the present tedium
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Memories Dot Our Roadsides
Memories dot our roadsides,
Highway or rural it matters not.
Monuments hammered with tears serve as reminders,
Whitewashed, makeshift,
Adorned in faded flowers,
Bleached to muted hues by the noonday sun.
At times dressed with images,
Perhaps names or signs–loves of their lives;
Each one a silent storyteller.
Embarrassed, I often pass without offering a sympathetic glance,
Too consumed with my own circumstance to take notice.
This is not out of cruelty,
Nor is it for a lack of compassion,
But instead due to the chaos of everyday life.
Still–upon further reflection, I wonder…
Whose daughter, son, mother, father were they?
What story do they have to tell,
What were their hopes and dreams,
Are those left behind coping?
Questions are these for which I have no answer.
A solitary cross marks a souls final earthly moment,
Pleading to be noticed and remembered.
I hope to take the time, if only a moment
To wish their spirits well
And to pray for closure for those left behind.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Raging Storm Brews (Tanka)
A raging storm brews
Devastation follows me
Like Typhoon Haiyan
I battle good and evil
To survive another day
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Caligula Though Tyrant He Be
Caligula though tyrant he be, is not so unlike my chaotic mind,
Burned to the ground like Nero’s Rome, a cure oh so difficult to find.
Cries to the almighty gods, heaven sent go unanswered,
Eating at my senses and sanity like a cancer.
Why is it that the clarity of thought so often goes awry
When focus eludes me no matter how I try.
Is this a curse–a symptom of a troubled body and soul,
I know not, still it leaves me feeling less than whole.
Most fortunate to me is that it never long lasts,
A matter of hours or days is all it takes to pass.
Yet this is of no less a concern and satisfies me little,
Stunting my spirit like knife to wood wittle.
Alone I am not of this I am certain,
As this diatribe ends and I bring down the curtain.
Praying that soon this too will vanish,
Returning to me clarity from whence it was banished.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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