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Nov 2012 · 875
Spirit
Do you believe,
in the spirit that moves through all things?
It connects our souls as one,
and together they sing.

Do you believe,
that we are all one?
The only difference is,
our native tongue.

Do you believe in the spirit that moves through all things?
Binds us as one, humans and nature, the same.
Do you believe in the spirit that moves through all things?
Humans hunger for nature will never be tamed.

Nature once, wild and free,
is now oppressed by man and machine.
Gods lookin' down, shaking their heads.
Do we stop? No, we drill instead.

Taking the homes, of the animals,
eviction without warning.
A holocaust, all is lost,
Mother Nature is mourning.

We are murderers,
molesting and ****** the land.
We are executioners,
committing crimes with our own two hands.

Look,
what,
we have done.

Took,
a,
loaded gun.

Pulled,
the,
**** trigger.

And blew Mother Natures head right off!
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Nov 2012 · 1.0k
Fold My Hand
The gun firing,
are deafening,
making my ears ring,
wounds begin to sting.

Sand in my eyes,
skin, cracked and dry.
Boiling in the sun,
no one said war would be fun.

Corruption,
destruction,
is this really how democracy works?

Governments lying,
nature's dying,
is this really how democracy works?

Bang, bang,
hear our guns?
Boom, boom,
ya better run!

Cha-ching!
Isn't it funny?
Ba-boom,
bombs sell for money!

We are the real weapons of mass destruction!
We are the real cause of all corruption!

We are the machines, heartless and cold!
I fold my hand, I fold...

I've walked down the hall of shame.
I've seen Mother Nature fight but fall in vain.
I've seen countries crawl, no cane.
I've seen our backs are against the wall, insane.

The world is no place for us anymore,
just take my hand dear and off we'll soar.
The world has become a living hell,
so lets both escape this prison cell.

Bang, bang,
hear our guns?
Boom, boom,
ya better run!

Cha-ching!
Isn't it funny?
Ba-boom,
bombs sell for money!

We are the real weapons of mass destruction!
We are the real cause of all corruption!

We are the like the machines, heartless and cold!
I fold my hand, I fold my hand.

There's nothing left we can do dear.
All we can do is run from here.
Try to escape all the insanity.
Just take my hand and trust me.

The gun firing,
are deafening.
This war wages on our souls,
this war leaves us alone, cold.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
I can feel her slipping,
slipping away.
I can see her eyes,
are turning grey.
Like the clouds,
on a stormy day.
Why can't there be,
another way?

Rougher than the stormy seas.
She tries to battle this disease.
But it will take her,
take her with ease.
All I can do is pray on my knees.

Can you answer?
Answer me!
Answer my prayers,
answer my pleas.
All I ask you,
is that you take me.
But don't take her,
she has much to see.

I am not asking,
this is a demand.
I know you're God,
and I'm just a man.
But I have done,
all that I can.
And time continues,
to slip through my hands.

Slipping through my hands,
slipping through my hands,
time continues,
to slip through my hands.
Through my hands,
her life, like sand,
slips away.

Where were you God?
I needed you God.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Mankind is bleeding inside,
and we pretend that we don't know why,
we are the creators of our own demise.

Our scars continue to grow,
and become unhealable,
like death, we're the black crow.

When will someone reveal,
that we steal human life.

It can't be any more obvious,
we are deaths kiss,
open your eyes!

Open your eyes!

We take,
****,
pillage and more.
We treat nature like she's our *****.

Pollute,
salute,
support the corporation.
It's most likely run by another nation.

When we,
fall into the sea,
and leave behind,
no trace of mankind,
then nature will be free.
Only then,
Mother Nature will be free...

Open you eyes!
**Open your eyes!
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
You were the sun,
that I revolved around.
You were the gravity,
that kept me on the ground.

The silence in this house,
is deafening to my ears.
I lost the warmness I once felt,
when you were near.

The sheets are cold every night,
without you next to me.
Is this how the rest of my life,
is going to have to be?

No more goodmorning hugs,
no playing in the rain.
No more goodnight kisses,
to take away the pain.

What am I supposed to do,
without you!?
I can't live this life,
without you by my side!

I'll never be,
in love again.
I'll wait forever,
to see you again.
No one can replace,
the sun in my space.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Oct 2012 · 4.3k
The Harvesters
Destroying the ecosystem,
we ravage the land.
We take what we want,
because we are man.

It starts with one tree,
one thing leads to another.
Then the whole ******* forest,
Mother Nature, we love her.

She makes us money,
so we continue to **** her.
We take the land, her body,
and turn it to paper.

And her blood, her rich blood,
we drill deep, to the core.
No matter how much we get,
we always go back for more.

We harvest her organs,
with our metal machines.
We take what we want,
not what we need.

We are the men,
destroying our ecosystem.

We are tyrants,
but we can't live without Mother Nature.

She is so beautiful,
full of life,
she has so much to give.
But we think that means to take,
until she's *****,
till she dies.
But although we bound her,
she will always be stronger,
then you and me.

We are the harvesters.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Oct 2012 · 637
Run
Run
The feelings inside,
there's no where to hide.
I can't keep running,
from you.
I'm falling.
The pain, you can't see,
I cannot save me.
Truth is, I need you,
but I will deny it.
I'm falling.

My heart's freezing, cold,
and I'm growing old.
I need to feel love,
I can't get enough.
I'm falling.
Where did you run to?
Can I run with you?
I am the one who,
was supposed to run,
not you...

I've fallen.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Like a dream deferred,
our dreams are put down,
and crushed under the foot of the government.

A government once built on dreams,
is not all that it seems.

Our government is now built on cash.
Our government is falling fast.

They took our dreams,
and denied them.
Said we need cash,
to buy them.

They took the money,
we supplied them,
and took our dreams,
and denied them.

And the innocent civilians cry,
"******!
******!
******!"

They've murdered,
defiled the dream!

They've murdered,
deformed the dream!

They've murdered,
destroyed the dream!

They've murdered...

Capitalist, corporate U.S.A,
nothing will stand in their way.
No poor man, no war, no country,
no protest by you or me.

There's only one way to end the tyrant reign of the U.S. government on the American people....

Revolution!
Revolution!
REVOLUTION!
REVOLUTION!­

React. Revolt. Resolve.
Bring justice to those involved.
React. Revolt. Resolve.
Bring justice to those involved.

Do not fear the rich,
they are just men with money.
Do not fear the government,
and they're lies, sweetened like honey.

Fear no longer,
we're getting stronger.

We will rise!
We will react!
We will revolt!
We will resolve!

We will rise!
We will react!
We will revolt!
We will resolve!

Rise up!
We've had enough!
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Oct 2012 · 1.1k
Masters of War
Is there no peace,
that can cease,
all the war,
caused by man.

Is there no peace,
that can cease,
all the violence,
caused by man.

Premeditate it,
we create it,
and in the end,
we all hate it.
We're the masters of war.

Try to deflate it,
eradicate it,
but in the end,
we still create it.
We beg for more.

We love war!
The killing of innocent civilians,
the killing of millions and millions.

War!
The taste of revenge is so sweet,
but only after you've tasted defeat.

We love war!
The sounds and the scenes,
and everything in between.

War!
Tension between mankind,
will lead to our demise.

Stop!

Look at what they represent,
look at our government.
The masters of war,
they have us begging for more.
All their lies and scams,
we have become the ******.
It's time to overthrow our government,
and show we want to represent....

Peace!

War!
War!
War!
War!
Those mother *******,
they love war!
Those mother *******,
they love war!
Those mother *******,
they love war!
Those mother *******,
they love war!
The scenes, the sounds, every bit of it all!
And every single drop of oil!
Those mother *******,
they love war!
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Like birds,
we feed them.
Like vultures,
but men.

We feed them,
our food.
And in return,
no gratitude.

Please,
do not feed the birds.
They pose a health and safety risk,
to the customer.

The more we feed them,
the more they grow.
And more will come,
and more will know.

And in return,
they'll **** on our heads,
and peck us to death,
till we are dead.

Please,
do not feed the birds.
They pose a health and safety risk,
to the customer.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Oct 2012 · 936
Used
Her heels tap on the sidewalk,
on a cool summer night.
And her dress sparkles,
under the street light.
She just follows the road,
got nowhere to go.

Black car pulls up next to her,
flashes the head lights.
They discuss what he wants,
she knows this isn't right.
But she continues with it anyway,
it's just her average day.

She gives him what he wants,
like a present on Christmas day.
It's not like she has a choice,
she has to play his game.
And so she plays from sundown,
to sunrise the next day.

In the morning, when the sun rises,
she's gone like the wind.
Heads to the local church,
knows that she has sinned.
But she'll continue the next day,
it's her only source of pay.

And when night falls,
she'll start over again.
She'll find another guy,
that she will call her friend.
The cycle goes on forever,
man, it never ends.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
The buildings,
on the horizon,
are falling into the sun.

Crooked eyes,
always question,
the meaning of it all.

And corrupt minds,
will always defy,
the rules and the law.

As we await,
the wrath of,
the Gods.

The present state,
of our mother Earth,
shows we don't care,
about her worth.

The decrepit state,
of our future's minds,
will only fall apart,
over time.

We are falling,
we've fallen.

The torn wings,
of the angels,
have fallen to the ground.

The nuclear bombs,
all exploding,
barely make a sound.

And the roars,
from the rioters,
are incredibly loud.

And we await,
the wrath of,
the Gods.

Let the crooked eyes,
and corrupt minds play.
Let them play their game.

Be one with you,
and we will survive,
we are the sane.

We are falling,
we have fallen.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
I've been walking for,
we've been walking for,
what feels like days.

And it looks to me,
looks like we,
ain't takin' a break.

The sand in the wind,
oh how it stings,
like a *****.

I've been walking for,
we've been walking for,
what feels like days.

The sun, it dries,
my skin like,
a ******' raisin.

And I'm going blind,
from the sun shine,
in my eyes.

I need water,
but no, manslaughter,
is our first objective.

And I've been walking for,
we've been walking for,
what feels like days.

I've been walking for,
we've been walking for,
what feels like days.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Oct 2012 · 1.1k
Rivers and Streams
And so, I bleed,
rivers and streams,
cuts, so deep,
please don't stop me.

I miss you,
I miss a lot.
You love me,
you love me not.

I miss when we ran,
far, far away.
Those cool summer nights,
those endless summer days.

I miss the way
you'd stare into my eyes,
and kiss me softly,
under starlit skies.

I miss our debates,
about politics,
and how we shared ice cream,
lick by lick.

I miss the days we spent,
down by the rivers and streams,
feeding the ducks,
talking about our dreams.

And what I miss most of all,
is how we could just talk,
on those summer days,
when we went for long walks.

But then you left,
said it was time to move on.
And before I could say a thing,
you were gone.

And now, I bleed,
rivers and streams,
cuts, too deep,
please don't stop me.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Oct 2012 · 917
Haiku #55
I don't care about
the health risks involved, I want
my raw cookie dough.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Oct 2012 · 672
Haiku #54
We're identical,
clones, lost in a cookie cutter
society.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Oct 2012 · 523
Haiku #53
There's no "I" in peace.
It requires all of us
to be possible.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Oct 2012 · 411
Haiku #52
Going to war to
make peace. I feel like something
just isn't right here.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Oct 2012 · 521
Haiku #51
Sitting in a small
McDonald's ball pit, shooting
up some heroine.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 544
Haiku #50
The great white dove is
covered in the black sticky
residue of oil.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 605
Haiku #49
Squeaky floor boards and
dusty, antique vases fill the
old mans beat down house.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 547
Haiku #48
I can quit love, and
I can quit games, but man I
just can't quit *******.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 762
Haiku #47
Wind weaves through my hair,
as we cruise down the highway.
Live without a care.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 559
Haiku #46
Alone, left on the
river to roam. My mind flows like
the rivers strong current.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 408
Haiku #45
Sitting on a large
sand bar, dipping my toes in
the freezing water.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 629
Haiku #44
Gliding along the
river, watching the ducklings
swim along side me.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 632
Haiku #43
The birds chirping makes
what was once serene, chaos,
but yet still serene.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 322
Haiku #42
"Fear leads to anger
Anger leads to hate.
Hate leads to suffering."
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 569
Haiku #41
The warmness of the
fire brushing against my
skin feels like heaven.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 845
Haiku #40
These chirping crickets,
they won't stop their **** chirping.
I'm trying to sleep!
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 448
Haiku #39
Sitting around a
cabin singing Toby Keith
with the family.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 1.1k
Haiku #38
Digging trenches on
the beaches of Normandy
in the pouring rain.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 349
Haiku #37
Sinking my feet in
the sand as I enjoy the
wonderful weather.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 789
Haiku #36
The pitter patter
of the rain put me to sleep
like a melody.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 567
Haiku #35
The changing of the
colors of the leaves is the
most beautiful thing.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 603
Haiku #34
Burnt, charred wood crackles
as orange embers let off
a warm after glow.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 1.3k
Haiku #33
Dead bodies decay
in a large field of flowers.
War is not pretty.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Sep 2012 · 794
Haiku #32
Hot, sweaty, and fun.
Rustled bed sheets tell a lie.
*** and stuff like that.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Aug 2012 · 773
Haiku #31
Being stung by bees
and chasing the ice cream truck.
Welcome to Summer.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Aug 2012 · 531
Haiku #30
Covered bridge, painted
with graffiti and carved with
many initials.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Aug 2012 · 390
Haiku #29
Family together,
enjoying a good time with
racist jokes and beer.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Aug 2012 · 571
Haiku #28
Dream of world peace and
nothing will happen. Act on
it and it will come.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Aug 2012 · 297
Haiku #27
The river is still,
clear as glass, as leaves dance on
the waters surface.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Aug 2012 · 426
Haiku #26
Science, religion.
They will never coexist
with one another.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Aug 2012 · 301
Haiku #25
I dream of world peace,
but we all know that is not
a reality.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Aug 2012 · 317
Haiku #24
The death of a man
who served his country well will
not be forgotten.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Aug 2012 · 605
Haiku #23
Divorces rates hit a
record high in the U.S.
The "Dream" is crumbling.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Aug 2012 · 876
Haiku #22
Dangerous drugs and
caffeine fuel our weak bodies.
We're barely alive.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Aug 2012 · 916
Haiku #21
The rain gently falls
as a flower blooms in the
Chernobyl wastelands.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Aug 2012 · 642
Haiku #20
Alcohol, pills, and
cigarettes have become the
modern day killers.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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