Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

Barry Andrew Pietrantonio Feb 2014

The minds of man are turning,
always yearning for more.

Heads are always rolling,
demanding perfection or else.

What constitutes that I'm another bill?
I think I mean more than you think I do.

Raise your fist to have it torn back down.
You have to stand your ground.

Put our nose to the grindstone,
only to lose our pay.

Men sit around, don't get their hands *****,
but think they have the right to take it away.

See the dollar signs in their eyes.
Money running through their veins.

We're just slaves for the industry.
We're stuck in the maze.

Everything is made of gold,
all they want is more.

We're just another bill,
they slip in their back pocket.

Copyright Barry Pietrantonio

Barry Andrew Pietrantonio Feb 2014

Hard

Just another morning,
just another day.
Drag myself to the sink,
splash some water on my face.

Sometimes I look down,
at my trembling hands.
I want to wash them clean,
but I can't.
The stains are too deep,
skin like sand.

I work in a cubicle,
nine to five every week.
I come home to a wife and kids,
who don't understand me.

And every single night,
right before I go to bed,
I pray that these demons,
will leave my head.
Somethings that I've done,
are better left dead.

I feel the knife inside me,
twisting and digging in.
It's serrated edges tearing,
at the flesh and skin.

I feel the bullets sinking,
into my broken heart.
Sometimes it's easier,
to just hit restart.
I wish this world would realize,
war is hard.

I wish this world would realize,
war is hard,
on a heart,
now torn apart.

Copyright Barry Pietrantonio

Barry Andrew Pietrantonio Feb 2014

Give and Take

I'm just an empty shell,
of a broken man,
doing all I can,
to stand on two feet.

I can't find my place,
I can't get a break,
so I make an escape,
I'm getting out of here.

You can't give love,
and then take it away.
You can't give love,
and then run away.

I gave you the key,
and you walked right in,
reeking of sin,
I said I love you.

You took my heart,
I took your ****,
and that's not it,
that's not where it ends.

You can't give love,
and then take it away.
You can't give love,
and then run away.

And when I woke up one morning,
you were gone.
But what else did I expect,
you weren't the first one.

I can't catch a break,
so I escape,
I escape.

Copyright Barry Pietrantonio

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Barry Andrew Pietrantonio Feb 2014

Caged

**** it off,
like a dog,
wasted and grey.

No more use,
just refuse,
to let it in.

It cries all night,
it begs for life,
took it away.

Keep it caged,
locked away,
from the girl.

She will scratch,
want it back,
what's hers is yours.

Dangle it high,
towards the sky,
above her head.

Make her fight,
make her cry,
make her beg.

Then throw it up,
take the gun,
and end it.

Copyright Barry Pietrantonio

Barry Andrew Pietrantonio Feb 2014

The Storm

I'm surrounded by the storm,
it rages in my heart,
it tears us both apart,
the winds whip and wail.
The broken, beaten house,
tells a triumphant tale,
of a boy that wins the girl,
but loses her to fate.
What he creates,
is his own demise,
a tumbled turned fall,
he lost it all.
No one tore the rose from his hands,
he threw it into the fire,
he watched it grow higher,
he summoned the storm.
Now he,
I,
hold on for my life,
as this storm whips and wails.

Copyright Barry Pietrantonio

Barry Andrew Pietrantonio Feb 2014

Going for a Walk

Going for a walk,
up a tree,
maybe down a hill or two.

To myself, I talk,
about dreams,
and a life built for two.

Just another thought,
it seems,
as I think of me and you.

All the things I'm not,
make me,
not good enough for you.

I'm going for a walk.

Copyright Barry Pietrantonio

Barry Andrew Pietrantonio Jan 2014

Tree Bark

My words cease to mean a thing,
the air is crisp and cool.
The trees that were once a flourishing green,
now look dead.

I wonder what makes them,
what makes me.
I'm brittle and rough,
like the bark on the trees.

I'm brittle and dead,
like the bark on the trees.
I'm nothing but me,
anything but free.

Quiet in my corner,
I wait for the coroner.
Quiet and dead,
and nothing else.

Copyright Barry Pietrantonio