Raging Storms of Emotion

Raging storms of emotion

Depressing spirits,

Letting go–while oft advised, remains elusive.

Instead we choose to perpetuate past wrongs,

Embodying our history as if the present,

Reliving it day after day after day.

This does not promote the fullness of life,

Rather it stunts our happiness;

That which is our God given right.

Healing begins with forgiveness,

Forgiving yourself…

Not for the despicable act

That which was not of your doing,

But for the effect it has on your soul.

It is not necessary to forgive the perpetrator,

They are not worthy–

Nor a requisite for healing.

This is your life,

Take it back,

Live in the light,

Dig deep within yourself,

Choose to live in the joy that was gifted to you

–By your birth.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Out of Fear

Worshiped out of fear,

Afraid of divine retribution.

One which allowed murderers,

One which allowed adulterers,

With an apology,

To be King.

You toyed with creation,

Becoming angry as a child

Throwing tantrums

When deprived of your will.

Does death and destruction,

To all but the chosen

Sound reasonable and sane?

With Lucifer as a playmate perhaps.

“Here take my servant,

Do what you will with him,

But do not touch.”

Inflicted with relentless torment,

Sores, anxiety, persecution,

Fear of death,

The game is permitted to continue,

All with your blessing,

To see if he can be broken.

Is this how mercy is shown,

Torturing those that love you?

Finding sport in war and death

Both are waged eternally,

Some with your blessing

Some without,

Either way, surely with a smile.

Sending those in your image to their end

As pawns for your amusement,

This seems to be your sadistic way.

As a final act of brutality,

You offered your son up to despots,

Torturing and degrading him until death,

All to uphold your way of life

And save the monsters which you created.

Would a kind and merciful parent do this to his child,

Instilling them with fear,

Instead of promoting goodness and love?

This question must be answered!

Faith alone does not absolve you of responsibility

For the adulterated state of our being.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cast Out These Demons

Cast out these demons

That torture my wretched soul

Like the bane of Job

Carrying on by faith

Though physically tormented


Am I strong enough

A question I’ve often asked

Getting no response

I fear that I’ve been given

Much more than this man can bear


Destined to struggle

Though I know I’m not alone

This holds no comfort

As I wander through this world

Defending against evil


The mortal evil

That plagues all men from within

Instilled at their birth

Threatening to damn our souls

To the immortal hellfire


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Vultures (A Dark Poem)

The Vulture

The Vulture

Those birds, those horrid blood sucking birds

Circling overhead, their red collared necks deep crimson in the setting sun.

Sensing the departure of spirit and will,

Waiting for the living to become lifeless,

Relishing the coming of death.

What morbid creatures are these, heartless and soulless.

Lying here, is this to be my last vision,

This hideous species of fowl

Bent of emptying my sockets, disemboweling me,

A meal for the taking.

Impaled by the prey I so stealthily sought,

Victim of my own arrogance.

Alone and lonely, shielded in blood soaked clothes

Most certainly this is not the end I envisioned.

What of my loving wife,

What will become of my children,

What of?

They circle…

Lower now, they smell the end is near,

Smell of death is in the air, death is inevitable.

Cold is setting in, the end is close.

Swooping low, these maggots, they torture me,

Flapping of their wings, stench of rotting flesh.

Daylight is fading,

I am so tired, so cold, so at peace.

Do what you will my relentless tormentors;

My family will remember me as I was not as I am,

A poor wretch soon to be torn and scattered,

Nothing but a whisper on the four winds.

Take me O’ winged beasts, take me now!

My time has come,



~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Tears for Damascus Road

Damascus Road – Syria credit – biblewalk.com

By D. R. DiFrancesco


Children’s faces gnarled in fear,

Mother’s scratching and clawing through smoldering rubble,

Eyes blurred with salt of tears,

We did not ask for the master’s trouble.


As sounds of jets unseen scream overhead,

Bombs and bullets rip their way,

A bloody path paved with the dead,

That no longer live to love another day.


While nations watch the slaughter unfold,

Antiquities cities fall in ruin,

Tragic stories as yet untold,

Of a once great civilizations grievous undoing.


How sad an era of humankind,

While those with influence and power wait,

Their hesitance astonishes and confounds the mind,

As their fellow men perish at the Devils gate.


How many more must fall at the feet of tyranny,

Before we rise up and unite as one,

The reasons given there have been many,

Act we must before the next setting sun.


Damascus and Aleppo cities on fire,

Assad fails to heed their sacred call,

Culture replaced with razor barbed wire,

A world dreading the day that they fall.


Still terror rages on, tens of thousands are dead,

Calls for help, no one raises a hand,

Contracts and money for their coffers are fed,

To look away from the graves in this ancient land.


Wake up all you Caliphs or next could be you,

You cry for justice, cry foul when it serves,

Your neighbors huddled masses are brothers its true,

Misery and suffering never did they deserve.


Our President he sits with hands folded tightly,

Decrying the wrongs so harshly inflicted,

More deaths to report with each update nightly,

Calls for more U.N. sanctions restricted.


Is it not our divine duty to aid those who are weak,

With all might and resolve in our hands,

To grant refuge to those with the safety they seek,

From torture and their tombs in the sand.


Do pray my dear friends for peace in our time,

That dictators and tyrants succumb,

To consensus and strength so mightily sublime,

Before to others pain we become numb.

An Incoherent Mind

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Being pulled from side-to-side,

My mind,

A menagerie of disjointed thought.

Attempts at composure,

An act of self-deprecation,

Leading me further into disarray.

What do I do?

Emotions have no focus,

Every path a winding dead end.

Holding me back,

Racked between chaos and cognition,

Drowning in confusion.

I urge myself to take a breath,

Empty my tortured mind,

If only for a night.

Hoping for thoughts to regain composure,

I know this too shall pass,

It always does.

In the meantime,

Wallowing in this mire, that is my mind,

I will wait.

Of Sadness – Haiku

By D. R. DiFrancesco


In sadness I fade

Left a hollow carapace

Of the man I was.


In the black of night,

Sorrow rears it’s ugly head,

Leaving me tortured.


Alone with my thoughts,

Silence as my only friend,

Plotting my demise.


With head in my hands,

I  pondered ending it all,

But what is the point.