To be all knowing;
Would I become horrified…
Sickened by the thoughts?
Would I share in suffering
Or in humanities pain?
I really don’t know,
Maybe I would offer love
Or a helping hand.
I’d like to think myself brave,
But then again…I’m not God.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sadness and grieving
Go hand-in-hand with love lost
Painful to the core
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In times of trial
One finds what they are made of
Human fortitude
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Feet cut and blistered
Gravel road their nemesis
The journey of life
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Life altering change
Whether for better or worse,
Unavoidable.
At times they can bring on tears
Whilst at others there is joy.
Perhaps perfection
Does not come without its pain
Though perfect it is.
Everything’s as it should be
In the eyes of the Divine.
We are intertwined
With others on this journey,
Friends, kin and strangers
Struggling to understand.
Who would I be to judge them?
Should I not just love,
Embracing their inner light
And divine essence.
Honoring them as sacred
As I wish to be honored.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What is our purpose
Living this life of struggle
With touches of joy
Fighting to enter this world
Then suffering to get out
In between is life
That can’t be taken with us
When we meet our end
Again I must ask…
What is our purpose
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tragedies shadow
Looms large over the fallen
Raining blood and tears
Some choose to help, some to pray
Some choose to turn a blind eye
Or no choice at all
Afraid it might be too real
Who am I to judge
I cannot speak for others
As I do not know their pain
~~ 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 ~~
Scent of musk
Undulating in my nostrils,
Somehow I know it’s not mine.
Pretend that you have been faithful,
Infidelity is so unbecoming on you.
Cautious smiles flirt across your face.
I know that you know that I know the truth;
Only denial seems much less painful.
Now for the encore.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Something gnaws at me
Shredding the scars of my heart
Left to bleed again
Cleanly cut by razor blades
Love’s left to spill on the floor
Why pain in passion
So much that it breaks the heart
Contradictory
Is not love the greatest joy
As promised from up above
Perhaps I’m fickle
Believing that love is grand
Like in fairytales
If this turns out to be false
Then I am a born victim
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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