BY WILLIAM P. FRASCA
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WILLIAM P. FRASCA
Free thinkers are never accepted because they threaten the paranoid status quo.
William P. Frasca Copyright 2003-2009
My Mom Julia I'm honored to say,
Always took care of me in every way.
Especially back in March twenty three of sixty-five,
When my Daddy William suddenly wasn't alive.
He left us fast and without warning,
Leaving us alone that spring morning.
My Mom immediately without being told,
Was forced to be the head of the household.
She became my rock, she became my strength,
She would unquestionably protect me at any length.
Everything I needed in my life was there,
Food, shelter and clothes, I was never left bare.
She went to work and paid for my education,
Guilding through with no hesitation.
Her personality exceeds unlimited bounds,
Creating an atmosphere so special and sound.
Her grandchildren are now the apples of her eye,
Denying them nothing, her generosity sky high.
Over the years this wasn't said enough,
I love you Mom, you have all the right stuff.
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 to 2009 William P. Frasca
One hot day in June I married my wife,
This was the highlight of my life.
There our love came in on a dove,
Giving us a girl as pure as the clouds above.
Julianna was our little princess in everyway,
And everyone treated her that way.
She gave us great joy, but before we knew, our love totally grew.
A second blessing arrived this was so true,
Her beauty was stunning and she was our princess too.
We named her Angelica, which gave us a clue,
To bless and keep this loving family together like glue.
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 to 2009 William P. Frasca
Today was my forty-seveneth birthday,
Expecting it in everyway to be a special day.
But as usual all my precise wishes,
Turned into a school of dead fishes.
First it was going so good,
Bringing me joy as I hoped it would.
Everything was so perfectly right,
Thinking this feeling would last until night.
Grabbing all the happiness that I could,
As well as I expected it should,
But without warning a gremlin entered the picture,
Sabotaging my special day like an evil fixture.
Absolutely not understanding,
Why this day is always a misunderstanding?
Birthdays are a celebration of one's life,
A time frame which shouldn't convey any strife.
Every year this event gives me a fright,
Not knowing when to expect the bite.
Why can't I with all my power and might,
Stop this day from shutting the light?
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 to 2009 William P. Frasca
A refrigerator was delivered in a big box,
Which fit it like a perfect sock.
When discarded and left in front of my door,
It was unbelievable that it could be used for more.
The children proclaimed it and made a fort,
Putting themselves inside and other things of sort
When they were finished with their quest,
A bird arrived and built a nest.
It stayed there until other animals came in as unwanted quests,
Then my neighbor needing it forced them all to go west.
Finally used as collecting garbage was its final test,
Now recycled to new products and utilized at best.
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 to 2009 William P. Frasca
My mind was wandering in so many different directions,
That my body was constantly aching with unavoidable detection.
Each minute the burdens became unbearably unfit,
Bringing only medevil thoughts and making me a misfit.
Pain was suffocating me as if my whole being was in a plastic bag,
Reflecting on all of my life's achievements which mistakenly sagged.
Going back on all that was completed,
Sad that it couldn't be repeated.
Looking into the future seems very grim,
With the light at the end of the tunnel truly dim.
Only existing by going through the motions,
With no relief in sight of a promotion.
Accepting all new things that were being tried,
Still burning up inside me as though I was fried.
The emptiness of my existence which was accomplishing nothing,
Searching always for that certain something.
History proves this happens in the changes of one's life,
With the mind and body creating such an aggravating strife.
Realizing suddenly as the years pile on,
That paranoia increases with everyday gone.
WILLIAM P. FRASCA
Copyright 2003 to 2009 William P. Frasca
The birth of a great nation I'm proud to say,
Is the U.S.A. born July 4th Independence Day.
This free land with a complete mixture of human beings,
Has a multitude of cultures that are united with one meaning.
Where else but America can a government at the moment of conception,
Grant all its citizens unalienable God given rights without deception.
Where else but America can the rich and poor,
Go anywhere together using the same door.
Where else but America does a person have a choice,
Of being a doctor, a bum, or a politican with a loud voice.
Where else but America is a government so bold,
As to protect all it's people without being told.
Where else but America can anyone say and write what they feel,
Without the police hounding and arresting them for being so zeal.
Where else but America can you move and travel from town to town,
Without reporting to the government where you can be found.
Where else but America can an individual worship anything,
From a Supreme Being to a tree and do this while still remaining free.
America my sweet America your critics viciously attack,
But your people love you dearly and are protecting your back.
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 to 2009 William P. Frasca
The fantasy continues indefinitely
Bringing unexpected dreams and thoughts,
Leaving the imagination endless.
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 to 2008 William P. Frasca