I am a magnet
Attracting insanity
From all the four winds
Once they’ve taken residence
I am left to their mercy
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I am a magnet
Attracting insanity
From all the four winds
Once they’ve taken residence
I am left to their mercy
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A higher standard
Sacrificed to man’s mistakes
We are all human
When too much to live up to
It guarantees our failure
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Predisposed to this ideal
Ever seeking, ever clawing, ever failing
Reaching the peak only to slide down
Falling, falling, falling
Etched with scars we are chided
Corralled into striving for greater greatness
Tortured and tormented into anxiety
I am obligated, I cannot disappoint
Only to find their utopia just beyond reach
Never realizing you have been perfect all along
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco
Life’s dramas unfold
Don’t get caught in their dragnet
Or you may just drown
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Closed eyes, I breathe deep
Exhaling luscious silence
Emptying my mind
Stress of the day fades away
I’m left relaxed and at peace
Is this not heaven
This place buried deep within
That no one can steal
Even this succinct moment
Can resurrect from the gloom
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lazy Saturday
Hot coffee and the paper
Lounging on the couch
Recharging the batteries
After the stress of the week
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Turbulence of day
Melds into a peaceful night
Beauty in silence
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Reeling from turmoil
A whirlwind of a day
I’m dazed and confused
So much in so little time
Its time to relax and breathe.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Stars, an audience–they look down and laugh,
We stare back jaw slacked, eyes of wonder.
How foolish they must find us,
Our mountains out of molehills;
Stressing and straining over our tiny little lives.
Nothing mortal could compare to that of the universe!
Keeping all of those glorious stars twinkling,
Brightening the slate black sky.
How tired the heavens must be
Inspiring romance, hopes, dreams,
The joining of lovers,
Receiving only occasional recognition.
What do we give in return?
Nothing–we continue to take
Just as we have always done,
Just as we will always do.
Perhaps the stars look upon us as the children we are.
Spoiled yet naive to the ways of this world.
To these sages we look for heavenly guidance
Offering prayers for blessings imagined.
This is in our nature
Looking for the Divine in that which we cannot touch.
Who has not looked skyward and begged for mercy,
Beckoned for release from an ill fate,
Cried out for intervention?
We think ourselves the center of all,
Master of our domain–independent, indestructible
Until we are overwhelmed, broken and drowned in tears.
Then we look out upon the vast audience above
Putting on the grandest of shows for their pleasure,
Hoping, praying for accolades
And furtherance from the stars.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The smell of baked bread
Like perfume of memory
Grandma at the stove
O’ how joyful was childhood
When things were much simpler
Adulthood does dull
Senses fade to the background
Turning cynical
Happiness replaced by stress
O’ how soon we do forget
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~