Are We Not Called to Greatness

Are we not called to greatness

As our primal spirit demands

Promised to all but the faithless

The future is in our hands

Before our eyes destiny unfolds

As beckoned by our will

In our minds and hearts and souls

Its progress won’t be stilled

So if we journey deep within

To the place where essence lives

Returning to where creation begins

Finding peace the universe gives

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

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A Thing of the Past

A thing of the past

We have become ungrateful

Feigning excitement

Mesmerized by Black Friday

And all of its false idols

Its meaning replaced

By glossy ads–hypnotic

And sworn good fortune

Thanksgiving–gone to the heap

With Christmas soon to follow

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Raised to Live in Fear

Raised to live in fear.

Plagued with being fallible

Before loving God.

Should I live in mortal doubt

Afraid of retribution?

I prefer to thrive;

Not in guilt, but blissful joy

Trusting God’s wisdom.

Ashamed of my sins–perhaps,

Though faithful in spirits grace.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Rusted

Rusted–tired as an aging nail

Pitted and weak on the brink of fail

Facade held up against weathers rage

Protecting from rain, wind and hail

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Years they’ve beat and worn it down

‘Til colors fade from white to brown

Chipped and peeling under elements abuse

No longer fitting in societies town

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A misfit amongst establishments fine

Red badge it wears as a sign

What once it was it is no longer

Spoiled and soured with passing time

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Forgotten to history out of sight

Grandeur lost to economies plight

Its majesty tarnished attic bound

Fading like the sun into the night

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Rebuilding the old into the new

It happens only to the chosen few

The rest are left to crumble to dust

Like southward migration away they flew

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Forgotten like elders cherished past

Now left alone to live their last

In sterile homes cold and dark

The time they have left goes by so fast

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All traces gone they are no more

For the final time we bolt the door

What once was loved is left to rot

Upon this worlds killing floor

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Lie

I lie…

Down with myself in the darkness

Unable to decipher the meaning of my life.

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I lie…

To myself just as I always have,

Pretending to be something I am not.

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I lie…

To others by hiding behind a mask and a smile,

Showing them what they want to see not who I am.

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I lie…

Everytime I deny my dreams their breath

Leaving them to choke in the pool of my mind.

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Is stifling our hopes and dreams truly living,

Making the unsatisfying our lifes work?

Were we not born to rise to our own vision of greatness

Not for financial gain alone, but for our God given passions sake?

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I lie…

But I am trying to bury my fears,

Trying to live the dreams that I was born to realize.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~