It’s Not The Shopping

It’s not the shopping
The shiny black Friday deals
Material wants
Created by corporate greed
For the bloating of coffers
It’s for gratitude
Communion with ones you love
Appreciation
Sadly we tend to forget
With every new commercial

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Humanities Walk

Humanities walk

Either joyful or a drudge

The choice of each soul

Living in the past

Wallowing in self-pity

Brings only despair

Drawing one into the blackness

Making the light of hope dim

Look at the present

Be thankful for all you have

See only the good

This will enrich your whole life

And grant you abundant peace

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

There Is No Relief

There is no relief
No solace in the system
When trust is broken
Right or wrong we all have lost
By virtue of this verdict
A public trial
Witnesses in open court
Would this have been wrong
Perhaps, but we’ll never know
Case closed…

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Perhaps Armageddon Has Finally Come

Perhaps armageddon has finally come

Ferguson knows this all too well.

Do not be fooled–justice hasn’t been done

Though the politicians try to hard sell.

 

Claiming that the process has properly worked

Cries the President down to the prosecution.

Their responsibilities so blatantly shirked

It’s sad to think that this is the solution.

 

Corporate media you are largely to blame,

Yes you, CNN, MSNBC and Fox News!

Refusing to hang your guilty heads in shame

You planted the bomb then lit the fuse.

 

In the end you got just what you wanted,

That sound bite and graphic video clip.

Those agitators you shamelessly taunted

Full team coverage that never has slipped.

 

Still in the end a young man lies dead,

His parents still mourning their loss.

Long after you turn your cameras and fled

Forgetting your actions have costs.

 

And you men of justice with the law on your side

You’ve failed at the tasks we entrust.

Behind the grand jury with deception you hide,

Your verdicts in our faces you thrust.

 

So tell me what’s fair in this game that you play

Using the media to determine outcome.

It’s wrong and you know it no matter what you may say

While at our heads you are holding a gun.

 

You get what you give in this violent game

Though I wish that it wasn’t to be so.

So pin to your chests that badge of true blame

Donning makeup for the cameras next show.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Though This Shell Withers

Though this shell withers

Returning to whence it came

I shall never die

Time cannot kill the spirit

For the spirit’s always been

It is eternal

Without substance to hinder

Therefore unrestrained

In this I take great comfort

That there is–eternal life

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope

Colors of the rainbow

Ever changing.

Each twist a new pattern.

Pointed toward the light…

More vibrant are its wonders

While darkness…

Depresses its beauty

Leaving it muted and bland.

Such is the life of man.

Each moment…

A twist of the kaleidoscope

New and fresh.

Vibrant when lived in the light,

Depressing and deadly

When lived in darkness.

How easy it is to wallow,

Rotting from the blackness in life

If one is consumed,

When the light and love

Is well within reach

…If one chooses to grasp it.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~