Crisis Averted

Crisis averted

Cruz has named Fiorina

This changes nothing

Desperations craziness

Will not Trump the Teflon Don

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Second Amendment

Second Amendment

America’s obsession

Is this not sickness

An unhealthy love of guns

Could be deemed insanity

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Author’s Note: Before the gun advocates out there start jumping all over me I want to make it clear that I am not anti-gun.  I myself am a gun owner and will continue to be.  I do however,  believe the following: that we have no need in the public realm to possess assault weapons of any kind, only good can come in requiring background checks to purchase a gun, and lastly that there is no valid reason why a gun should not be registered.  All of the objections to any kind of  reasonable gun control are coming from conspiracy theorists and through the garbage spewed by the NRA.

 

According to statistics there have been 355 mass shooting in 2015 alone and with each one the majority of Americans hope that it will be the one that finally changes things, but alas nothing ever changes.  Yesterday 14 people were murdered in a mass shooting in San Bernadino California and just like the other 354 that came before it, nothing will likely be done.  All of our thoughts and prayers for the families, though kind, won’t bring their loved ones back nor prevent this type of thing from ever happening again. Thoughts without actions are useless.  No, stricter gun control laws won’t stop every incident of gun violence, but if they stop just one senseless death it would absolutely be worth it. Of course this is just one man’s opinion.

 

As a final note, the statement from gun advocates is that the bulk of mass shootings are caused by the mentally ill, with this I take no issue, I do believe however, that America’s obsessive compulsive attitude toward guns is a mental illness as well and one that needs treated for the sake of us all.

Darkness Swoops in Like Shadow Cast by the Raven

Darkness swoops in like shadow cast by the raven;

A figment of imagination created by a troubled mind

Or reality, black and foreboding stealing a bit of sanity.

It is impossible to truly know which is which.

 

Fearing the worst, confidence is crushed to dust

Taking with it any semblance of normalcy

And scattering it to the four winds with each living breath.

O’ demon, take not my last shred of humanness

For fear that it may never return.

 

Tell me…what is it that you so hungrily desire!

Feasting on my deepest thoughts and dreams,

Why must you torment with such expectations of disaster?

Take leave…retreat with this illness back to the shadows

I shalt not be enslaved by thy razored talens.

 

Should survival not be my destiny, I shall take leave of my senses

Knowing that I fought to the bitter and bloody end.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Caligula Though Tyrant He Be

Caligula though tyrant he be, is not so unlike my chaotic mind,

Burned to the ground like Nero’s Rome, a cure oh so difficult to find.

Cries to the almighty gods, heaven sent go unanswered,

Eating at my senses and sanity like a cancer.

Why is it that the clarity of thought so often goes awry

When focus eludes me no matter how I try.

Is this a curse–a symptom of a troubled body and soul,

I know not, still it leaves me feeling less than whole.

Most fortunate to me is that it never long lasts,

A matter of hours or days is all it takes to pass.

Yet this is of no less a concern and satisfies me little,

Stunting my spirit like knife to wood wittle.

Alone I am not of this I am certain,

As this diatribe ends and I bring down the curtain.

Praying that soon this too will vanish,

Returning to me clarity from whence it was banished.

.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Disturbed?

White noise

Distorting my senses

Images like flashbacks fill my mind

Thoughts, past, present and future

Blur the lines between fantasy and reality

Sanity or insanity

Who is to say which is which

Its difficult to tell anymore

Dreams materialize in painful rushes of sound and color

Awake…No rest, can’t sleep

Unfolding into vivid nightmares

They seem so real

Glimpses of my innermost fears

Each breath becomes more labored

Struggling to claw back to consciousness

I can feel the blood pulsing through my veins

Rapid, it battles to sustain me

The pounding in my head clouds my vision

Strong burnt coffee the medicine

Nerves steady…Fog recedes

Jarred back to life  by the caffine

Another day of subsistence

Endeavoring to crawl out of the darkness

Alone and lonely.