What Lives Within Us

What lives within us,

Deep beneath skin’s shallowness?

Beauty is finite

Where the senses are concerned.

 

Time eats away at our flesh…

No one is immune.

The mirror lies to the young.

 

Tricked by ignorance

They believe it’s forever.

Surely age doth prove them wrong

As it has done for eons.

 

Better spent is time

Seeing the beauty within.

Love and compassion,

They have no physical bounds…

They cannot be kept.

These are things of true beauty,

Things cherished for a lifetime.

 

Given with no material cost,

But having immeasurable value

These are what are precious to me.

 

This is the beauty,

That lies deep within.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Lindsey Graham

 

Little man

Inspiring fear,

Nostradamus of the Senate.

Do you see into the future?

Selling your snake oil to the masses

Even you can’t believe your own spiel,

Yammering on about how tough you are.

 

Give up already,

Recycled warmongering is getting old.

Aren’t you exhausted,

Haven’t your policies done enough damage?

America should be a beacon of peace not of violence.

Maybe it’s time for you to go.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Laid to Final Rest

 

Laid to final rest

With a farewell and kind words.

Eulogies given;

The famous and powerful

Came to pay their last respects.

 

But is this enough,

We’ve been down this road before;

It’s paved with their blood.

Is this just more lip service

Paid to appease the people?

 

As the saying goes,

Actions speak louder than words,

This can’t be denied.

Maybe the edge has been reached

Finally putting an end to the hate.

 

Only time will tell

If these deaths have been for naught.

With man at the wheel

Anything is possible,

But I for one hope for change.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Do You See the Sloth in Slumber

Do you see the sloth in slumber

Ever exhausted in his laziness?

The world passes by;

His life and circumstances change

Right before his eyes, but he cares not.

His food becomes tainted by poison and profit,

His means of survival gets cut down from under him,

Yet these do not prod him to action.

Those charged with his care seek to destroy him.

They smile and whisper in their deceitful hushed tones

Then with a fury they beat him down from his limb.

O’ poor lowly sloth, if only you were the mighty tiger;

Perhaps then you would sink your fangs into these vultures,

Perhaps then you would arise and assume your role in this jungle,

But nay, you prefer to wile the hours away in blindness and lethargy.

Be not surprised upon awakening one day soon that your blissful paradise…

Has become a barren wasteland.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~