2020 so vision to be clear
But by the end of the year
We should all shed a tear
Half way to
And look at the **** this country has been through
Leaving us Americans asking “what are we going to do?”
Talking about changes that can’t happen
Look at what the lies we told ourselves has done
So now we look to 2021...
Will we still go from
Fighting a killing invisible Enemy
With no where to run
Can’t shake hands with new friends to be
Wearing a mask to see family
Or still watch another crazy authority figure take lives with a knee
Or a gun or what ever they deem necessary
What A Country!
If there ever was a reason to band together
Now is the time
We need to support mentally meaning heart and mind
Not riot or loot
Not giving reasons to shoot
Stop the violence
And the word weapons
Protest in silence
**** hatred with kindness
Let’s make America want to stand behind us
Save lives by bending a knee to lift up humanity cause this is Our Country ‘Tis of Thee
-Peter T. DeSpirito
6/1/2020
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
Zi click....still alive gotta strive....dive head in first into this life derive at the opinion that maybe i don’t deserve to live....
Zi click....oh **** I just noticed that I’m the only man that’s in here with the rolling and click sounds and I’m still here by myself listening to it...
Zi click....winding down and around to hear the sound a game i found to be most fearless and profound to play...hey its my turn again
Zi.....
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
Let’s talk about cops shooting innocent black teenagers, woman and men...let’s talk about racial profiling....disorderly conduct..and ancestor slavery again... About 600,000 slaves were transported to America, or 5% of the 12 million slaves taken from Africa. About 310,000 of these persons were imported into the Thirteen Colonies before 1776: 40% directly and the rest from the Caribbean, but let’s not talk about religious liquidation...4,450 Jewish men woman and children are killed in Krakow ghetto from March 13 to March 16 1943....20 million murdered by Nazis in total.....families surrendered so that they can stay alive and strive but are burned and gassed alive so there’s that drive....let’s not talk about the invasion of Italy...on September 3, 1943 2,009 killed...7,050 wounded...3,501 missing...let’s not talk about the invasion of America...and the removal act of 1830....16,500 native Americans lost their lands and lives.....how about the Spanish Inquisition.... In 1478, the Catholic Monarchs began the famous Inquisition to purify Catholicism in all their territories. The Inquisition was established to act as a tribunal to identify heretics and bring them to justice....1,250 were executed...that’s 1% of 125,000 that were tried by church tribunals under the King and Queen of Spain...instead let’s repeat that I can’t breathe line...I’m not resisting....black comedians Make fun of white people....white people look around before they make fun of black people...Chinese, Russian, French so on and so forth....being rude by the way that you talk and stopping police from doing their jobs...is not making anyone on this planet think that it’s wrong to treat you like an animal....no matter what color you are...how you act and project yourself should warrant the treatment you get...let’s not forget: Joseph Stalin has 62 million Soviets and Germans under his **** count....Mao Zedong 75 million Chinese lives...so please let’s talk about all of us that strives...that climbs corporate ladders...we all bleed the same color...So All lives Matters....
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 8:31 AM UTC
I'm beginning to form some kind of complex of some sort...feeling distort from time to time...visions of slitting my wrists stays on my mind...my last resort...though I wanna show what makes me me...it's not easy...never being free seems to stop my clear vision see....these words I love the most...my pen my weapon...my mind the host...my thoughts the free spirited ghost of weird writing teeth gritting lip biting....abiding by the rules to write left to right never scribbling the words that are dribbling dripping from my pen ink...I think it's time to show a few lines of mine you know...alphabetical clouds won't disappear though I hear the invisible poets fear a poet like me...dark...writing free as air...I don't care..I mean what I write it with stands my sight beyond sight...my critical thinking word blinking eye lids...
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC
Is going up in shambles
People gambles
With lives of loved ones
Mass shootings using military guns
Cowardly way out ending their own
When they feel they’re done....idiot killing concert goers...dumb **** killed his daughters and unborn son...while his heart was beating took the life of his wife....
Perfect living for these evil people...living amongst us as equal...and look at the **** they do...lie to the community...try to blame the dead to get immunity...something we just don’t see...wolves in sheep clothing...expose their secrets through self loathing....
The media loves it though...it’s their bread and butter so...of course they’ll show...horrific scenes and greedy people’s schemes...and things that’ll make us hate us....remember our dreams?....these movements now makes it difficult to keep in sight...what we had in ours...years to make it to celebrity status can be taken in hours....
They say crime is down....but it’s up...yup...raping...home invasion...school after school...movie theater...clubs...concerts...religious establishments...stabbings...week after week....someone’s reading skills and mathematical graphs are weak...media speak of nothing to solve this problem....
Who do we depend on...? Pointing our fingers at the wrong one...we need to give guns back to the military and police...we need to spread peace...we need to evaluate minds before we let individuals in this country....we need to see what they see....crime or opportunity....no more dead to blame for immunity....up lift our community...shed the sheep to see the wolf....no more lives to gamble....revive this world that is now a shamble....
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
“I said a prayer for you today that I know god must have heard...I felt him listening in my heart though I heard not a word...I didn't ask him for wealth or my own fame although I knew you wouldn't mind...I asked him for a far more lasting kind....I asked that he'd be near you at the start of each new day.....to grant you blessings health and friends to share them with along your way....I asked him for your happiness in all things big and small....but his love and care is what I prayed for most of all"
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit"
Hey mom....just wanted to keep you updated in this life of mine.....as things has changed for me along the line....but no worries I'll be fine....people say that parents watch over their kids when they pass away so I thought I let you read my words (to you) today...I'm ok....I still exist....still being me living amongst lists....climbing out of holes that I dug deep....struggling through out life is the motive that I seem to keep....affording new things.....fighting through the economy the government’s weathered storm still brings....but i'm still okay...well 'til I pray to you again...goodnight...I love you Mom...Amen...
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
So I said to her...."look...look at my hand...do you see my love?....I'm giving it to you ....here take it...no? Then try to shake my hand...try to remove the word from it....but the feeling will still be there”
....not written in ink though....think....do you see it?...no?...maybe because love is blind....but its still a feeling we feel...because love is real....you can cut my hand off to get rid of the word...but it will still exist...here start at my wrist....let the blood escape my main vein...”because it’s love that keeps us sane"
Again I said...."Look....look at my hand...don't look away....feel the four letter word....don't cover your eyes....you can scrub my hand but realize that love is a feeling that cannot be erased....understand....?"
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 8:09 AM UTC
Topics, subjects, headlines, sentences, paragraphs, letters that forms words is word play...
We use them this way and that way
to comfort
to hurt
to describe
to besmirch
to judge, to sentence
to menace and threaten
betting
collecting
to subscribe medicine directing
Fingers gripping pens to write the mind opening topics with subjects that form paragraphs from letters to words, different languages, meanings to mean one thing or another. English alphabet, and other nations' characters, whether or not you are them or actors, no matter the factors
we use them this way or that way
to comfort
or hurt
to make an imaginary scape coat for something that's wrong (sorry)
words are strong, no matter how they belong to be written to make the pen sing songs with a circled controlled motion hoping the word play means something...Could mean nothing, but that is word play, right?
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
Is the home of the **** hearted that sent people to graves by the gun they held….dearly departed….it’s hard to live in this beautiful place without hiding our face away from danger and the gangster anger…angrily leaving us weary about loving
“Brooklyn”
…money taken late at night…killing pride from inside like venom from a snake bite…why fight to live…we have given so much and still give for a decent living…and still have to worry about being sent to our grave by brave thugs who shoulders shrug when they send that hollow tip slug to our chest digging itself deep inside like venom from a snake bite killing our pride…’cause we think we can’t do anything…yet we have power of might….but it won’t matter at night…’cause the **** hearted blood suckers from “Brooklyn” have already token what we cherished the most
“Our Brooklyn” streets are filled with life stripped ghost….belt on pants are used as a gun host…spill the first sip of a 40 ounce to toast the dearly departed…
”Brooklyn” my home of the **** hearted, hidden face from the gangster angled anger....I am no stranger to the danger of “Brooklyn”
"New York City...My city of reality...my city of those broken dreams...my city of the business schemes...New York City....my home sweet home...the only place my heart will roam...so i could never ever leave it alone"
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 7:53 AM UTC
You're from this place...and that place...and you're tough to save face...so...shoulder shrug at opinions...but you're still not a thug...you're not tough enough to be one...talking about small things you've done...but I've been there son...before you begun...and you have the nerve to pull a gun...is it loaded?...so...are you going to use it?....so....but you're still not a **** so...let go of the tough guy personae....
So...you got a lot of money...and you think violence is funny....and you're rich beyond belief...so...the ones you love could still leave...you can lose it all like a tree looses a leaf...from time to time...so get straight in your mind....and let go of your greed....
So...you're addicted to drugs...that you purchase from thugs....and smoke it up in shrubs or bushes...but what would drug dealers be if not pushers?....if not killers...if not rapist...if not races that are labeled from blood line traces...if not saving faces cause they're from their tough guy personae filled places...? Stop being racist...
People can say that they're this or they're that...they got this...they got that...they're this tough...or they was that tough...but when is it enough...?...can they amount to being this or that before they go...? Or will they tell you and you'd be like...so...
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC