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My life isn't over yet
There is still a long way to go
I know its easy to get stuck
Stuck wondering
If what I am doing
Is really where I should go
But I know
I have a long way to go
Until I get home
But there is still
So much to do along the way
Beautiful mother
Mother divine
You share your love
Its in all children's hearts
You love all your children
You are just waiting
Waiting to give your love
And your motherly warmth
Even as lost
As some of your children
Might be
You love all your children
You love us all
Healing and creating
Spreading your mother light
Lord
My prayer
Is that
You will
Elevate
My heart
Fill me
With your
Love
Fill me
With your
Light
So that
I might share it
With those
In need
10/26/11

I lay myself before the throne, broken and alone.
A mess I am, as I lay facedown before you.
Tears are no longer held back by the dam I've built for my protection.
Your very presence knocks them down, returning me back to my original design.
They fall fast and they fall free.
My God, my God, I can't do it alone.
I'm so tired of trying to keep myself together.
I hate this.

Help me.
I am desperate.
Crying out for you
you're scaring all the people off
the ledge where they have come to scoff
and now they all begin to cough
from choking on their words

atop the hill they'd rattled on
about how they were all the spawn
of everything that comes at dawn
especially the birds

it must be why they got away
with every word that they would say
they'd fly and hide and go astray
by piloting their wings

but feathers kept on falling from
every flock and turned them numb
until their throats would eat their tongue
and they'd stop saying things
Divorces rates hit a
record high in the U.S.
The "Dream" is crumbling.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
You speak,
there's a fork in your tongue.

I placed it
as gruesomely as I could,
just as you did with knives
in my back.

Your words,
simple myths,
spewed it
so horribly.

Your words,
mediocre myths,
yet so credible.

They should be recorded,
passed down,
as you pass on;
down.

Hell beckons you.
You remove the fork
and I see your horns
how could you have hidden them before?

— The End —