I’ve lost my passion
I hope only for a while
Words flow less freely
Both mouth and mind are tongue-tied
Which causes me such great pain
Perhaps I need rest
Time to think and gather thoughts
Away from the screen
Putting pen back to paper
Maybe the old ways are best
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Fire rages hot
Only while there is fuel
Once gone it burns out
Ash left as its only clue
Blown away by gusty winds
I can sympathize
Creativity burns hot
When fed by fuel
But once it is expended
There is nothing left but ash
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Close your tired eyes
Quiet your exhausted mind
A surprise awaits
He has been there all along
Since the very day of birth
Too busy to see
He sat back and simply watched
Waiting for the time
Now in your silence he speaks
Hello my child…I Am God
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I lay, wide awake
The ceiling stares back at me
~~ Talking to the wall
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
My heart is weary
Sad, weak and uninspired
Void of blood and ink
Rest–elusive, but I must
For fear of its permanence
~
~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Closing tired eyes
Crickets sing their blissful song
Calling me to dream
A tale written just for me
By the artist in my mind
~
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Are we not all but casual observers
This game…though not such a game that governments play
What is it they do not tell us in the name of our own good
Who are they to decide what serves us best
Are these not our lives, our futures, our hopes, our dreams
They toy with these for their own folly
For the sake of national pride we label others as evil
Without looking within at our own flaws
Puffing chests, bellicose, with an arrogance befitting fools
Answering tit-for-tat with ever greater threats of destruction
This chain of ceaseless violence, when will it subside
Years of pain, years of suffering have taken their toll on this weary nation
I ask, what have we won, show me…show us
Do we need another war, more bloodshed of the innocent,
Further sacrifices by our brave men and women delivered as pawns
for subversive economic gain
Isn’t it time to seek peace after so much loss
And break this cycle of violence.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A decade of war
Life draining on this nation
When will it all end
Our citizens sacrificed
Precious resources squandered
To what victory
How do we define success
Against painful loss
Our wars produce no winners
Without a clear enemy
All gains will revert
When finally we depart
Chaos ensuing
As is always the result
In the absence of brute force
When ideals are forced
Democracy imposed
Only breeds contempt
When masses are unprepared
For freedoms sacrifices
~~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Glean what truth you can
From this haggard earthly soul
Worn by life’s torment
For mortal time is finite
By natures perfect design
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Bleary eyed,
Bloodshot from too little sleep,
I glare with intent into a cup of black coffee.
~~
A shimmering pool of obsidian,
Strong, deep and steaming,
Aroma bitter, bordering on unpleasant.
~~
A look in the mirror bares a distasteful reality,
I look old, I feel old,
Much older than my years.
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Bags under the eyes black and purple,
Fifteen rounds of life,
Beating the senses until they are bruised.
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Tired beyond belief,
I should not be,
Is not an hour of uninterrupted sleep enough?
~~
Medication seems my only respite,
No dreams, at least none bound to my weary memory,
Just sleep, black, uneventful sleep.
~~
Tomorrow I will wake,
Groggy from the self-induced coma,
A useless splash of cold water to prod arousal.
~~
Another cup of bad coffee,
Strong, black and bitter,
Maybe today I should just stay in bed.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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