The Angel of Death

The Angel of Death
With us at our time of birth
Decides when we leave
This is not man’s decision
Unless there’s no God above
Perhaps there isn’t
Perhaps we aren’t watched over
And we are alone
How very sad that would be
If Heaven was pure fiction

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

For The Kings Amusement

Drawing your broadsword,

The shrill sound of blade on scabbard

Sends the wind whistling as you ready for the plunge.

From your gilded perch you call a throne,

You drive your saber home!

Stripping away every last breath,

Leaving those that built your dominion

Clutching their throats and gasping for air,

All to adorn your coffers

With the gold of fools.

Corpses of the loyal lie scattered about

Left to rot in the noonday sun.

You know more will come

Looking to you for mercy and sustenance,

Knowing they too are expendable.

Your minstrels praise you calling you benevolent Lord

While you smile your hollow smile.

With yellowed teeth and putrid breath

You shower them with accolades,

All the while condemning them to death.

You find this such great sport,

A vicious game,

Played solely for your amusement.

Who loses makes no matter

So long as its you that prospers.

You look down upon your subjects

With jeweled goblet in hand,

Whispering in contempt

That they are not worthy of your grace

Nor deserving of your clemency.

So you carry on like a spoiled Prince

Conniving those around you,

“Fear not!”, you proclaim–this is all in jest,

While the executioner readies his block

For the next ax to fall.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Authors Note: I wrote this piece back in November of 2012 and as I expected, nothing has changed, in fact in many ways it has gotten drastically worse for so many people.  Sadly, I can’t really say I am surprised.

Daybreak (Haiku)

Daybreak–breath rising
Frost, icy cold to the touch
Fall is in the air

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Heart And Mind Collide (Tanka)

Heart and mind collide

The mind questions intentions

The heart loves blindly

Seldom does logic surmount

Leaving love victorious

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Brothel Of Sorts (A Dirty Little Poem)

A brothel of sorts–

This cesspool of words

Each a whore waiting for its next trick.

Johns–

Sentences,

Paragraphs,

Stories,

Poems,

Cheap and dirty,

Looking for a little love and affection.

Through the two-way mirror

Voyeurs read the filthy act;

Drooling over each thrust of the pen,

Until the climax

When the page collapses

In its ink soaked ecstasy,

Ah…such a sweet release.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

How Fragile The Body Is

How fragile the body is,

Abused in youth…

Cigarettes, whiskey and lust.

No worries,

It will last forever…

Agile and strong.

Foolish we are in our early years

Believing we are invincible.

Then suddenly we awaken,

Backs ache,

Knees crack,

Eyesight weakens;

Who is this elder in the mirror?

Perhaps the best we can do is to live well,

Saving a piece of this body for old age.

The day the first pains arrive

Is the day we finally realize

…We aren’t immortal.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Is Pain A Trial

Is pain a trial
Testing the mortal resolve
Of mind and body
This vessel is of the world
While we’re beings of spirit
We must rise above

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Am Daily Blessed

I am daily blessed
Wanting nothing more of life
Than that which I have
My wife and children comfort
These are all I need
Perhaps I’m simple
Unmotivated to some
But I am happy
One day I will pass smiling
While they wallow in regret

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Innocence Murdered (Tanka)

Innocence murdered
Answer…get another gun
Thinking it deters
There is no logic to this
It’s a Mexican standoff

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

We Claim Our Culture (Tanka)

We claim our culture
The cause of bad behavior
This is no excuse
Still we refuse to let go
Because it’s how it’s always been

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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