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 ~~
Tag Archives: spirit
Who Is He
Who is he?
That is if he is a he and not a she?
He is whomever we need him to be.
He is all powerful to those that feel powerless.
He is all loving to those whose hearts are broken.
He is all forgiving to those who have gone astray.
He is all understanding to those who are in turmoil.
He is all comforting to those who have been wronged.
He is all knowing, all seeing, all hearing..
He is the reason for the good in this world.
He is the reason for the evil in this world.
He creates.
He destroys.
He punishes.
He saves.
We are his likeness.
We are him and he is us.
We can be powerful to help those feeling powerless.
We can be loving to those with hearts that are broken.
We can be forgiving to those who have gone astray.
We can be understanding to those who are in turmoil.
We can be comforting to those who have been wronged.
We can know, can see, can hear.
We can do good in this world.
We can do evil in this world.
We create.
We destroy.
We punish.
We save.
We look outside instead of looking inside.
Perhaps we had the answers all along,
But were too blind to see.
Perhaps…
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In the Still of the Night
In the still of night
I lie peacefully in bed
Yet I’m not at rest.
I can feel the energy;
Electric…coursing through me.
Most unusual
This feeling of such power
Came on suddenly.
Its not at all unpleasant–
A feeling I’ve never known.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A New Day, A New Light Dawns
A new day, a new light dawns,
No more do the darkest clouds mask my life,
Shrouding me in gloom so marshland thick.
Crying out to be saved ushered no hand,
Leaving me to crawl, bloodied and battered from my despicable pit.
No hope nor blame was there outside of self–
Though not for lack of trying.
How easy it was to shine blame on another,
Justifying this rancid condition through mirrored fault.
Oh how misplaced and misguided were my intentions!
I need look no further than my reflection to find the culprit,
The thief that steals away at the slightest hint of uplifted spirit.
For now he has been banished back to his cell,
‘Til next his jailer be tricked into releasing him.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Consciously Adrift
Consciously adrift in melancholia today
A strange feeling of sorts, almost out-of-body.
Praying this awareness isn’t here to stay,
It has been some time since I have felt this oddly.
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Perhaps its the conclusion of a season so merry
Punctuating my customary schedule of labor,
Or the calming of life that for a time was so hurried
Returning to the normalcy of my common behavior.
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More like the drying of the druggy or drunkard,
The heart becomes heavy with worry and sadness.
These feelings have since grown increasingly absurd,
Leading me down this pathway toward madness.
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Pray tell–to what end does this folly intend,
In driving my soul to the brink of destruction?
Try as I might to bandage and mend
And pull myself out of this pit of compunction.
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On knees that are bent in prayer for reprieve
All one can hope for is its swiftness to pass.
Lifting up spirits and hasten sorrows to leave
Like sand as it trickles through narrow of the hourglass.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sky (Tanka)
Sky–clear glass ceiling
One can almost see heaven
Clean and bright above
Passing from life into death
Could this be what it looks like
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Proponent of the Poor (Acrostic)
Proponent for the poor as the Good Book says,
Obeying the word divinely inspired in antiquity.
Practicing that which has for so long been preached,
Even amongst ever growing unpopularity.
Finally–perhaps a corner has been turned,
Revealing a man worthy of this sacrosanct reign.
Allowing himself to be humbled as others had not learned;
Nursing those whose lives epitomize great pain.
Could his motives be this solemn and pure
Iesvs Nazarenvs Rex Ivdaeorvm so commanded;
Saving of souls through teaching assured,
…this as our God has demanded.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
My Spirits Journey (Tanka)
My spirits journey
Visited ad nauseum
Questions no answers
Unresolved for a lifetime
A mystery ‘til the end
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Oh The Lies We Tell (Tanka)
Oh the lies we tell
To deceive our reflection
But fooling no one
The mirror–superficial
Cannot reveal the true soul
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Soul Searching
Soul searching…deep and bloody,
A soul pure in its ignorance, stunted in cynicism
Bleeds to dull the pain.
This pain is not physical–it is spiritual;
Like thirst, it is teased by the eternal mirage.
Crawling through the sand, it sifts through my fingers
As sand through an hourglass is bound to do,
Parched, I search on, confused.
History held the answer…their answer for their time,
Passed on, an amalgam of what the past held true.
Each thought they were right, that they knew,
Yet they knew no more than their predecessors,
Just as I know no more than mine.
So I hunt, swallowing pieces of the puzzle;
Never sure of the truth,
Always one piece short.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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