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851 · Aug 2013
2043
In the event that I die in tomorrows rebellion,
please leave the following items to my son:

My grandmother's locket, my best pair of stockings,
and the ownership of our shack.
Give him my shoes, and make sure he doesn't lose,
the key to the shed in the back.
Tell him to take care of Buddy, clean him when he's muddy,
and don't leave him out in the sun.
I know it's not much, but it's all I got,
worth giving to my beloved son.

But most of all, do not forget,
your heritage, your name.
That of all things, I want you to keep,
and take it to the grave.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
851 · Oct 2013
Tortured Soul
I stumbled upon a mess,
a blessing in disguise,
my bitter sweet demise,
in the form of a girl.

She carried on her back,
a burden so heavy,
it had her unsteady,
and ready to snap.

I took her weight and carried it,
from mountain high to valley low,
through brutal rain and knee deep snow,
till we reached an impasse.

She could no longer carry on,
unless someone took her burden,
unless someone kept to their word,
and took away the pain.

And so I did,
silenced her tortured soul,
one big bullet hole,
in the side of her head.

And it just goes to show,
with a heart as black as coal,
even the girl with a tortured soul,
can teach you how to love again.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
851 · Mar 2013
Diamond Amongst the Rough
Under bed sheets,
through luscious lips,
foreign words slip,
from tongue to ear.
You my dear,
are a diamond amongst the rough.
A soul,
free,
flowing with the wind.
A sin,
I cannot win,
I cannot resist,
your venomous kiss.
I wish,
I could be one with you,
a thought long overdue,
but it can never be,
that is,
you and me,
because we both know how that ends.
With you taking my heart,
and tearing it apart.
Left a broken soul,
I wallow in my hole.
Till death comes calling,
upon my forsaken name.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
845 · Jun 2012
Swimming in a Reverie
My mind is clear, unclear,
slipping in and out of conciousness.

Here, there; there, here,
impossible to control it.

And I'm slipping,
away, away.
Slipping,
away, away.

My minds not here,
not there,
it's everywhere,
and I can't control it.

I'll follow you, you follow me,
I'll take you everywhere.

Lead me to the sea,
we can swim in our reveries.

But I'm slipping,
away, away.
Slipping,
away, away.

When you're not here,
I fear I'm falling,
out, out, out of control.

Out, out, out, out of control.

Don't know what to do,
that's why I'm with you,
you hold me,
hold me,
together.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
845 · Aug 2013
Graduation Day
Papers fly in the air,
students running without a care.
Teachers let out sighs of relief,
some students sit in disbelief.

People hug and cheer,
for the end of the year,
for the final day here,
of our high school careers.

Let the music play,
it's graduation day.

Spent four years growing,
not even knowing,
the impact on my life,
these people would make.

And with time ticking,
I find myself thinking,
I'm going to be missing,
these people I've grown to love.

But let the music play,
it's graduation day.

Time flies by us,
and for some, surprises us.
We grew to be a family,
whether we liked it or not.

And now we all move on,
slowly, we drift along,
like a lonesome song,
until we meet again.

So let the music play,
until we meet again,
and when we finally do,
we'll be a family again.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
844 · Sep 2012
Haiku #40
These chirping crickets,
they won't stop their **** chirping.
I'm trying to sleep!
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
839 · Sep 2011
Feels Right
Spending nights together,
under the moonlight.
Sharing laughs together,
everything feels right.

All of the stars reflect,
in your light brown eyes.
They light up and sparkle,
just like fireflies.

And we go together,
like apples do with pie.
And we'll live forever,
I promise I won't let us die.

We can dance, and make love,
in the streets tonight.
We can do, anything,
under city lights.

People will ask us,
why we are so crazy.
Because you have to live, before you die,
or life's a tragedy.

And we go together,
like apples do with pie.
And we'll live forever,
I promise I won't let us die.

You have to live,
before you die,
or life's a tragedy.

I'll love you till,
the day I die,
you are all I need.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
839 · Sep 2013
Numb
The cool breeze,
flows into the room in waves.
I'm dazed,
lost in the silence that once calmed me.

I'm swimming,
in a sea of words,
some of which are unheard,
I find peace between the lines.

Your actions,
they resonate like the piercing sound of nails on a chalkboard in my scattered mind.
You leave me paralyzed,
crushed.

I feel numb,
as I stare into nothingness,
praying for one last kiss,
or even just a passing glance.

But for now,
I drown.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
839 · Jan 2012
Untitled #4
There is,
no way,
out of,
this implosion.

Surviving,
and thriving,
on limited,
natural resources.
How long can we survive?

Machines tear,
into the forest.
Consuming all,
that we have.
A war on nature,
come join the attack.

Evil, money hungry corporations,
causing all the hectic devastation.
They watch the fall,
of it all.

Happiness is not about the money that you think you need.

Society's fallen into chaos.
All we can do is watch and smile.
There's no escape from our demise!
Will no one listen to me?

Animals with no home or shelter,
flee and cry.
What I've seen, it is the truth,
and truth can't lie.

Machines tear,
into the forest.
Consuming all,
that we have.
A war on nature,
come join the attack.

Evil, money hungry corporations,
causing all the hectic devastation.
They watch the fall,
of it all.

Happiness is not about the money that you think you need.

Society's fallen into chaos.
All we can do is watch and smile.
There's no escape from our demise!
Will no one listen to me?

There is no escape from time.
We've committed the wrongs, committed the crimes.
Now it's our turn, our turn to die.
We've committed the wrongs, committed the crimes.

Society's fallen into chaos.
All we can do is watch and smile.
There's no escape from our demise!
Will no one listen to me?

There is no escape from time.
We've committed all the wrongs, committed all the crimes.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
838 · Apr 2012
Dance Date
The warmth from her body,
radiates onto mine,
giving me a cool sweat.
I sweat mostly,
because I am nervous.
I am usually never nervous when we are together,
but that is probably because I have never been this close to her.
The closest I have been was when I walked by her at the Jumpin' Joe's coffee shop on the corner of Caesar Street and Melanie Lane.
That was a great day.
I had never felt so close to her,
but now, I was even closer.
I begin to slowly grin,
showing off my pearly whites.
The love of my life,
standing right in front of me.
My one and only,
true love.
She busts out a few dance moves.
They startle me,
so I step back.
She is so **** ****.
I move back in.
I try not to get too close,
I don't want to startle her.
I feel overjoyed to be here with her tonight.
Like a child when he sees the ice cream truck.
That is just how happy I am.
I move in even closer.
I am breathing down her neck.
Now if only she would turn around and dance with me instead of her husband...
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
836 · Jul 2013
Shuffle the Deck
The walls are caving in,
my lungs are crushed under your sin.
I'm dying to be freed,
by you.

My mind is racing,
my heart is weak after your sting.
I just want to be free,
from you.

Shuffle the deck,
throw me a curve,
do anything,
just set me free.

I'm such a wreck,
haven't you heard?
The song you sing,
will set me free.

Just let me be.

The ceilings are falling,
in the night, I hear you calling.
I need the sweet touch,
of you.

My heart is a time bomb,
and you're love is a sweet song.
Won't you set me off?
Won't you?

Shuffle the deck,
throw me a curve,
do anything,
just set me free.

I'm such a wreck,
haven't you heard?
The song you sing,
will set me free.

Just let me be.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
835 · Sep 2013
Super Nova
Keep far from me,
stay out of my grasp.
I'm nothing but bad news,
a race car ready to crash.

I'm a fiery mess,
about to explode.
I'm a super nova,
ready to implode.

I want nothing to do with you,
but I really do.
This is for your own sake,
I'm just a mistake.

So run,
flee,
from my reach.
Just go,
and don't cry,
or I might change my mind.

I don't want to hurt you,
I just want to save you the pain.
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
I have a question for you.

We walk with such grace,
but choose to run full force.
Slow and steady wins the race,
running runs you off course.

Our greed and fear of failure,
lead us down broken path.
Rushed into choosing which way to go,
nobody knows who's who,
who knows.

Collectively collecting our own debt,
we run our savior out of town.
All bets are off, please make a bet,
and don't tell me I am the clown.

The smell of freedom, it smells like smog,
but I cannot see it over the horizon.
The bitter sweet taste of a pie in your face,
may make you wonder,
is this the right place?

I wish we would realize what we have done,
but we live and feed on denial.
Obese and dead, we live off his bread,
which can be found in any aisle.

Some people tell me, "It happened to the Romans.",
and to them I say, "*******."
I still have faith, I still believe,
so my question is,
do you?
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
833 · May 2013
In a Dream
I had a dream of a park by the ocean.
All the trees stood straight,
and all the townsfolk knew my name.

All the street were parallel to each other.
Shops side by side,
under a bright blue sky.

Bricklayed side walks down every street,
in front of the general store,
everyone meets,
and greats,
sharing stories of adventure,
in an adventureless town,
down by the water.

Kids play down by the water,
where men fish for their future.
Hopes are high, hooks are low,
they fish till the sun goes down.

I look all around,
I take in the sights,
I take in the sound,
I breathe in and now,
I feel one with the town.

Do not wake me,
for I am at peace.
I am happy in the town,
I found in a dream.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
832 · Jan 2013
Inevitable Failure
We cannot fix the world until we fix ourselves,
cut the flower from the stem, but nothing else.
Try again, start from scratch,
or maybe even back track.

Is there hope in a once dead flower,
even in it's finest hour?

I once believed in an inevitable failure,
my doom and gloom lifestyle,
put a damper on my life.
But after pondering for a long while,
I realized we have the power to fight.

We also have the power to retreat,
to hide from the evil before us.
But we also have the power to stand,
but instead,
we take a seat.

We cry from underneath,
the foot of our government.
We beg them for peace,
but we do not demand it.

Until we demand change,
until we demand bi-partisan negotiation,
we will be lifeless bodies with no voice.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
829 · Sep 2013
Grey Canvas
I stare into your eyes,
as they stare through me.
A blank grey canvas,
staring through infinity.

Your skin is pale,
as white as snow.
Where your mind is,
no one really knows.

How long ago,
did you lose control?
When exactly,
did you lose all hope?

The tiny holes,
all up and down your arms,
sites for the injection,
you never meant any harm.

But now my heart is torn,
and bent out of shape.
It pains to see my best friend,
with such a blank face.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
828 · Jul 2015
Senses Fail
I wish I was blind,
so I didn't have to see you anymore.
I wish I was deaf,
so I'd never have to hear your voice.
I wish I couldn't taste,
so this bitterness in my mouth would go away.
I wish couldn't smell,
so nothing could remind of those days,
we spent together,
arm in arm,
hand in hand,
I can't stand,
just the thought,
of you here,
makes me fear...

I wish I couldn't feel,
so this pain would go away.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
827 · Apr 2014
Wonders of the World
I want to experience, with you,
all the wonders of the world.
I know you don't believe it's true,
but love comes and goes, unheard.

I want to take you far away,
to place we can be free.
We can go or we can stay,
there's no set place for you and me.

You and I, we are invincible,
no one can break the bond we've made.
I know it's against all rules and principles,
but we haven't come this far to fade away.

I know that we think love is forever,
but I know that you'll fade away.
I won't cry, I won't complain,
I completely understand,
I'll just leave at your command.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
824 · May 2014
Guiding Light
Comfort me with your love,
let it wrap its arms around me,
lift me to infinity.

I feel lost in the alleys of my mind,
no guiding light or love to shine.
I fall into the dark recesses of my mind.
If only you were on time,
you'd be a savior.

Now you're just late.

I question sometimes if there is a love,
I have felt it before,
or so I think.
But since then,
nevermore.

I feel as if though,
I'm not asking for much.
Just someone to kiss and hold,
and do such things till we grow old.

Or just be my guiding light,
through these dark times.

Is that too much to ask?
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
823 · Jan 2013
The Floating Cattery
I know you wanted to go out today,
so I thought of some places to go.
We could go down to the cafe,
or go see a real good show.

The park is always a nice place,
with lots of open space.
We could visit the "red light district",
but that would end with you being ******.

Or we can hangout by the canal,
just you and me,
and all of my fury friends,
at the Floating Cattery.

It's where old friendships end,
it's where new ones begin.
It's the perfect place to meet,
and it's just down the street.

It's where you'll find the cutest fur-*****,
filled with joy and glee.
They'll never leave you disappointed,
you'll always leave happy.

So if you're feeling bad,
or if you're feeling sad,
or if you just want the day to waste away,
go down to the Floating Cattery.

I remember those days when,
I just couldn't get out of bed.
But when I was with my friends,
I never wanted the day to end.

So if you're in Amsterdam,
and you're looking for something to see,
be sure that you head down,
to the Floating Cattery.

You'll always be able to find me,
down at the Floating Cattery.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
A sole spotlight, a moonbeam bright,
finds the boy in the dirt on a cold black night,
and the arctic winds howl,
stifling the voices of those who doubt him.

Beacon of fire in the cold night sky,
her moonbeams raise the Imperfect Son,
from the ashes of a life that ended twice,
a life from which the joker would run.

From the molten heart of the life he despised,
naysayers cackle and close their eyes,
for the moonbeams burn those who doubt,
the love that raises him from the Earth.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
819 · Jun 2018
Rue Sainte-Catherine
Where were you in Montréal,
when the heavens sang a disjointed chord,
a harmony both rich and poor,
where were you in Montréal?

Where were you in Montréal,
when we took a drag outside the bar,
and learned there's more to who we are,
where were you in Montréal?

Where were you in Montréal,
when the cobblestone path led us home,
despite our hearts begging to roam,
where were you in Montréal?

Where were you in Montréal,
when the sun rose like gentle tide,
like a warm blanket on a cold night,
where were you in Montréal?

Where were you in Montréal,
when we branded warm memories,
inside the souls of you and me,
where were you in Montréal?
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
819 · Nov 2014
Jumping Ship
Systems fail,
we're going down.
In the air,
questions roam.
Do not care,
about you.
Break me down,
is all you do.

I'm ejecting,
I'm perfecting,
every step I take,
is away from you.

Going down,
with the ship.
You put a hole,
in the side of it.
Sabotage,
you hated me.
And so this ship,
I'm abandoning.

I'm jumping ship,
you'll sink with it,
I hope you drown,
in your ocean.

I'm escaping,
don't need your ****,
I'm sick of it,
I'm getting out of here.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
818 · Apr 2012
Untitled #7
Spring is beautiful.
Full hills,
green.
Round;
soft as breast.
And then,
the leaves,
breakout on the trees.
The petals drop,
carpet the Earth,
pink and white.
Behind the fruitfulness,
are men,
who experiment with seeds.
Men of chemistry,
men of disease.
Men at the borders,
men who quarantine.
These are "great men".
Driving the Earth to produce!
My God!
There is a crime here,
there is a sorrow here,
that weeping cannot symbolize!
There is a failure here,
that topples our success!
The fertile Earth,
dying.
In the eyes of the people,
failure.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
817 · Jun 2014
Fracture
The crooked culture,
like a preying vulture,
picks at the flesh of the feeble,
the financially unable,
but not those particularly stable.

Peel back the skin,
can't help but cringe,
the gears grind and screech,
they **** life like a leech,
fail to practice what they preach.

**** this modern love,
it makes me sick.
Possession over obsession,
and if there is an obsession,
it's with the ring.

Doesn't that sting?

The world is a mess,
fracturing under the stress.
The weight of this culture,
this modern love,
and much more,
has us racing,
spacing,
and downright chasing,
our dreams.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
The night is quiet,
the moon illuminates the sky.
The snow gleams under the moonlight,
the icicles sparkle like diamonds.

I sit on the porch,
staring at the cloudless evening sky.
How could anyone ever make out the stars?
They all look the same through teary eyes.

The long Alaskan roads are barren on cold, wintry nights.
Every night is a cold, wintry night.
I wait for someone,
anyone,
to come mend this broken heart.

The tears in my eyes freeze as they fall down my cheeks.
The frigid wind whips against my face.
The rocking chair creeks as I wait,
and wait,
and wait.

To feel the warmth of you again,
in nights so cold, and black,
I would sin over and over again,
but for now I wait,
and wait,
and wait.
Coyright Barry Pietrantonio
810 · May 2012
Fallin'
These feelings,
that I'm feeling,
leave me confused,
feeling used.

Now I'll hang myself,
by a thread,
and if I fall down,
hang me up again.

Feelings rising,
feels like I'm falling.
Feelings rising,
up and down,
now I'm fallin'.

Pay no attention,
to my feelings,
they're just there to,
be played with.

Feelings rising,
up, I'm fallin'.
Feeling rising.

Put my life,
in the hands of God.
But it's really,
in the hands of you.
Feel the pain,
I'm going through.

Now I'll be fallin',
down, down, down.
And I'll be fallin',
my friend.

Feelings rising,
feels like I'm falling.
Feelings rising,
up and down,
now I'm fallin'.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
809 · Feb 2014
Dissipate
Paralysis surges over me,
I feel nothing, not even numbness.
Levitation raises me,
from my bed, I ascend.

I do not look down,
for I fear the ground.
Nor do I wake myself,
for if this is a dream,
I don't want it to end.

The air is cool up here,
far above the Earth,
far above the trees.

I feel weightless,
almost like paper,
as the breeze lifts me.

When I reach the stars,
the skyline, the end,
I stop.
My body drops,
and burns up in the atmosphere.

But I stay here,
my entity stays here,
where I float,
where I will remain,
till I dissipate.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
807 · Jun 2020
Smoke
There’s a thick cloud of smoke inside my head
I’m trying to escape but I can’t find an exit
I cover my mouth but it finds a way in
The noxious fumes are all too familiar

They drift and they shift like a menacing shadow
They hang and weigh heavy like a man in the gallows
And the more I try to search from within
The more I begin to helplessly sink

A lost puppy
looking for a master
But I was, I was
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
805 · Sep 2014
Racing
I can't resist,
your **** twist,
your poison kiss,
it makes me die.

It makes my mind,
stretch until,
the end of time,
and burn alive.

Flesh rots away,
the feelings stay,
drive me insane,
but I can't run.

Can't find my gun,
I can't get out,
I am the one,
you called your sun.

I'm broken down,
don't make a sound,
look all around,
no one cares.

They all just stare,
as I stumble,
they all just stare,
as I crumble.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
803 · Mar 2011
Killing Our Country
We’ve taken a turn for the worse,
with problems we can’t reverse,
like our disgusting behavior.

We’re slowly losing our minds,
and at just the wrong time.
Now where is your savior?

I don’t think they care,
but they're killing our country.
I don't think you care,
but we're killing our country.

While other countries unite,
we continue our wars and fight,
when we need to stay together.

The government says they have a plan,
but they don’t understand,
we can’t wait forever.

I don’t think they care,
but they're killing our country.
I don't think you care,
but we're killing our country.

We’re doing the crime,
and we’ll soon do the time.

I don’t think they care,
but they're killing our country.
I don't think you care,
but we're killing our country.

Terror from the sky,
we’re all gonna die.

Please don’t cry.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio- From Traveling Through Time
802 · Dec 2013
Comfort Me
I lost you somewhere along the way,
somewhere deep inside my brain.

I never thought I would see,
and when I did, I couldn't believe.

I'm just trying to find my way.

I feel everything,
even the bells when they ring.

The bells, how they toll,
searching for my lost soul.

I'm just trying to find my way.
I'm just fighting for another day.

Wrists smudged with red,
let the voices in your head.

I thought I was immune,
but I'm just a human, out of tune.

I'm just trying to find my way.
I'm just wondering astray.

Another statistic right,
says I'll **** myself tonight.

Another statistic right,
so why is no one by my side.

Comfort me.
Comfort me.
Be my friend.
Be there in the end.

I'm just trying to find my way.
I'm just trying to survive,
another day.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
The ghosts of my past,
they haunt me.
Like the thousands of voices in my head,
they cry and wail in agony.

Sometimes I falter,
under the pressure of living,
all I'm doing is giving,
every last bit of me I have to give.

I don't want to die,
but I kind of do, I guess.
It's kind of hard to tell,
when your mind's a mess.

Nightmares consume the night,
insomnia prevails.
I feel weak,
no wind in the sails.

Now I sit here,
silently,
mindlessly,
and wait for you.

This could take forever,
but I've already had to wait that long before,
so it shouldn't be that hard,
to wait that long once more.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
800 · Aug 2013
Melt
My heart bleeds,
and beats to the rhythm,
of the flow of my mind,
trapped in love's lost prison.

Fingers feeling numb,
hands and legs are weak.
Lost looking for the love,
I so dearly seek.

When I'm near you,
I melt,
down to my skeleton.
When I'm with you,
I feel,
the goosebumps on my skin.

I know I'm insane,
but take this to the grave,
I love you.

Peel back my skin,
to see the pain within.
Kiss my sores and wounds,
and say everything will be okay.

Don't let my heart burst,
stay with me,
for better or for worst,
through sickness and the rest of the ******* I carry.

When I'm holding you,
I cry,
because I know I am not worthy.
When you run,
I smile,
because I know you will hurt me.

And I know I'm insane,
but take this to the grave,
I love you.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
If you think about it, it's sad,
how at the end of this charade,
we're buried in the ground,
and left there to decay.

We work so hard throughout our lives,
work to the bone,
just to be judged,
by a man on a throne.

But life's had me questioning recently,
what's real and what's a hoax.
Is the great beyond really real,
or a story handed down by old folk?

Because I sure hope that soldier,
that I saw buried today,
will go up to that great beyond,
and not lie there and decay.

I mean, after all,
he deserves it more than me.
He worked so hard, worked to the bone,
to support a family.

So God bless you, my grandfather,
for you, God waits.
Just promise you'll be the first to greet me,
at the pearly gates.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
799 · Feb 2013
The Burden I Carry
I know,
I have been fading,
I'll be back soon,
when I'm better.

The pain,
of living is harder,
when you don't want,
to live anymore.

I can't keep heading down the path,
I'm heading down,
I'm fading fast.
I can only fall to my knees so many times,
before it's too late,
and I run out of time.

Please help me walk,
keep me standing.
Don't let me fall,
I need a savior.

The burden I carry,
is weighing down on me.
I can't keep traveling,
with this weight on my back.

I'll pull myself to my feet,
only to fall again,
in defeat.
And I will not hesitate,
to stand again,
to fight once more,
to make a stand.

So help me now,
before it's too late.
Before I fall and can't get up,
and seal my own fate.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
798 · Jun 2012
Black Residue
Devouring natural resources,
is it really worth,
destroying our planet,
our mother Earth.

Machines covered in oil,
drill to the core.
We can't get enough,
always wanting more.

And if we could,
we would,
**** this planet dry,
till we all suffer and die.

Wipe the oil from your mouth,
you sick corporate machine.
You're the greediest *******,
that I've ever seen.

And your putrid smile,
how it makes me sick.
The oil that covers your hands,
will always stick.

Our world is crumbling to pieces,
to nothing.
Is it really all worth while?
If they could stop, would they?
No, they'd continue.
No one can wash away,
the sticky black residue.

Wipe the oil from your mouth,
you sick corporate machine.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
796 · Sep 2015
Derby Line, Vermont
Sun rises on the day,
and incinerates the night before.
Bodies stumble to the kitchen,
jello legs drag across the floor.

Silence hangs in the air,
as we sip on our open drinks.
We hate us now, sick and tired,
but one day we'll think...

Think of the drunken friends,
all the spilled drinks,
all the puked out brains,
all the drinking games,
all the endless laughs,
and all the times we crashed,
and all the love we shared,
under one small roof.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
796 · Jun 2020
Violent and Free
When I was a boy, I heard music in my head
It danced like me, violent and free,
Oh it danced like me.

Now my ears ring and my mind finds no peace
Just an empty space for thoughts to race,
And hold me hostage if they please.

Now the only place I dance is on a tightrope of fears
Like flame in the breeze, violent and free
I dance to be free
Violently
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
794 · Nov 2013
Reborn
I see the future in today,
I see it in you and me.
I see the past, fading away,
not forgotten easily.

We are the scene, we are the future,
bright minds in a dark time.
Defending a nation, we can't lose her,
we fight for our dreams and our rights.

The world is beckoning for salvation,
and we can save it, but only together.
Rise from the ashes of our ****** nation,
and we can make this world better.

For I believe, I have a new found hope,
this nation is not backing down without a fight.
We'll stand together, and do what we know,
and what we believe is right.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
792 · May 2015
Drown You
I don't know why,
you're trying to be so kind.
Every second here,
is a waste of time.

I'm overloading,
my mind is corroding,
and I can't seem to find,
purpose in my life.

Silver tears,
and pearly white smiles,
reflecting off my glazed over eyes.

I'm standing on thin ice,
please don't come near,
or we'll both drown,
in all my fears.

I just want to die alone,
I don't want to take you down.
I don't want to die alone,
I just don't want to take you down.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
790 · Sep 2013
Explosion
The words of the thousands,
the masses,
they explode,
from the mouths of the people,
their voice,
unheard.
Their minds and freedoms,
they're *****,
every word,
silenced and scattered,
they burn.

Actions speak louder than words,
when the words are silenced, unheard.

Crushed under the weight of a collapsing nation,
congress creates bills,
using imagination.

They slit our throats,
we are the ****,
as they run to the top,
of Capitol Hill,
to avoid the flooding of blood from our wounds.

And when we revolt,
when we rebel,
when we speak up,
they tape our mouths.

There is no freedom in the land of the free.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
788 · Sep 2012
Haiku #32
Hot, sweaty, and fun.
Rustled bed sheets tell a lie.
*** and stuff like that.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
788 · May 2011
Waiting for the Sky
Innocence,
is irrelevant.
With bleeding eyes,
we look up at the skies.

We're waiting,
and waiting,
and waiting.
Waiting for the sky, to finally die.

Gentlemen,
ladies and gentles,
please take a seat,
we're starting the show.

It's about,
the end of the world,
which was predicted,
many years ago.

Thousands of years ago,
we predicted the end of the world.
We stopped making calenders,
thinking it was over.

Somehow we could predict,
the end of all mankind,
but we could not create,
electricity.

Gentlemen,
ladies and gentlemen,
we're now waiting,
for the show to start.

It's about,
the end of the world,
which was predicted,
many years ago.

Thousands of years ago,
we predicted the end of the world.
We stopped making calenders,
thinking it was over.

Somehow they could predict,
the end of all mankind,
but we must remember,
they thought the world was flat.

We've waited,
and waited,
and waited,
so long.
Waiting for the sky,
to finally die.

Somehow we, could predict,
the end of all mankind,
but we could, not create,
electricity.

Somehow they, could predict,
the end of all mankind.
But we must, remember,
they thought the world was flat.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
787 · Sep 2012
Haiku #36
The pitter patter
of the rain put me to sleep
like a melody.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
787 · Sep 2011
It's Cancer
Tongue, lungs, brain, and heart,
you don’t know where it will start.
Smoke, cigars, and cigarettes,
they are all major threats.

The answer,
it’s cancer,
an anti-enhancer,
a super advancer,
with one goal,
take your soul.
The answer,
it’s cancer,
an anti-enhancer,
a super advancer,
with one goal,
take your soul.

Slithering through the blood in your veins,
creeping through your body causing pains.
Most people will start to ache,
others begin to break.

One thing that we can assure,
is that there’s no definite cure.
It will only give you a fighting chance,
be prepared for your final stance.

You went to the doctors a week ago yesterday,
and the results finally came in today.
Everyone asks you why you’re crying,
and you tell them its because you’re dying,
of this vicious disease,
it will **** you with ease.

The answer,
it’s cancer,
an anti-enhancer,
a super advancer,
with one goal,
take your soul.
The answer,
it’s cancer,
an anti-enhancer,
a super advancer,
with one goal,
take your soul.

This vicious disease,
It will **** you with ease.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio- From Traveling Through Time
Walking by the riverbed,
drowning my thoughts,
and regrets.

Rocks sink quickly,
like my heart,
ever since,
you chose to depart.

Never again,
I cannot swim.

Been searchin’ for,
a light to hold,
and wane away the darkness a little more.

Stars grow dim,
like the tunnel entrance,
slipping further away,
disconnected romance.

Never again,
I cannot see.

The night is cold,
the frost is thick,
and I am growing old.

My fingers and face,
have become numb,
like my weak heart,
when we’re not one.

Never again,
I cannot feel.

The world has gone gray,
an empty canvas abandoned,
when did you even go astray?

Everything seems like nothing,
colorblind to the emotions around,
like a dog trying to define a rainbow,
or the deaf’s hope of enjoying a sound.

Never again,
I cannot hear.

War torn,
my heart cries,
like a newborn.

And like a newborn,
I have become immature,
to what love truly is,
you have distorted my perception,
forever.

Never again,
I cannot love.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio and Ryan Kotowski. Thanks Ryan, as always, for writing another piece with me!
785 · Nov 2014
Delusional
Black and white,
the starry night.
Suns shine bright,
darkness consumes.

Both the sky,
and my mind.
Over time,
I will collapse.

Love relapse,
fall into the past.
I lose my grasp,
on reality.

****** right in,
by my own sin.
I let it win,
I'm giving up.

Losing sight,
of real life,
I'm trapped in an illusion,
delusional again.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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