:::..Electric Truth.::: by Dianna Pettrone

You're passive aggressive
I heard ignorance through the grapevine
Leave your baggage on the floor –
Drama will become the next Queen in line.

I'm not a saint - I'm a Sinner - get it right.
I'm politically INcorrect
I take pride as an IMperfect outline.
Shut your mouth to open the floodgates of parallel faith ,
hypocrites like you gather to mend the holes you gape,

As my point burns your plastic purity -
I count on those I love
breathing endless truth into me

We stand apart
catching paralyzed grace in the fall
Embrace the hands that grasp ours from birth to end -
weathered through it all.
The clear waters of your telling mindgames
only muddy when reflections' battleships sink behind blinded shame.

Switch the rear lights
Slam the unconfronted doors shut
To open ones you ignore -
letting electric truth
settle the score.

Unknown Vehicle - Dianna Pettrone

If I could change the way eyes see
 Transcending like the way we view the gentle sea
But there's ocean tides gone missing
I don't know if we even know how far we've changed
Our beings weathered through all these years
So rearranged.

If I could travel back from now
I'd erase faces, places, and memories somehow.
But is it worth it to trace regrets?
It's not - because it'd be a worthless existance - living dead.

I'd rather be alive and truly feel it.
I know that my life is a grand, unknown vehicle
But every ounce and every tear, every card they deal to hit
I'm the one driving it. 
I'm the one who's winning.
There's nothing left to lose.