Waking up from dreaming...still screaming at myself wondering why it keeps
seeming to still be just a dream....but in reality mathematically nothing adds up
to be what its supposed to add up to....so I do what I have to do....from fake to real...false to true...what would anyone do...if they kept going through....changes?

Dreams slipping through...moving eyes when closed...thoughts of opening to something new but still the same...who's to blame..? There is no gain in life's game....it's a shame to aim for something that you really want...and you dream of fame...do things...see...touch...feel...have...but back to reality...

The world is expensive...everything has a cost...dreams are lost...expectation never reached...seems like lies what priest has preached...homeless living in the streets...leeched of what they once had...a home...a husband or wife a child that once called him or her mom or dad our country is the best but we live so bad...

It's so sad to strip dreams that people once had...places they wanted to go expectations parents wanted to see...but...back to reality....reality is harsh in a complexed kind of way...we could be gone tomorrow...but we're here today....
a dream is a wish your heart makes...enjoy the fakes...feel what is real...
throw away the false capture the true...I can still dream...can you?
-Peter T. DeSpirito

Head full of words almost
Escaping from my mind
Anticipating a fond
Reason for them to meet
The paper they want to be on

Beating on my brain waves
Evading the capture of my voice box
Actually hiding behind my eyes....the words tries to stay in my mind
Til they find the need to be on the paper they want to be on
-Peter T. DeSpirito

This land is the land of the free....the land of dreams....
the land of unlimited opportunities....the land of greed...
the land of schemes, and broken city schenes....
the land of the judged....stereo typing us by classes....
sectioned in cities....in different neighborhoods....
where its easy to by pass us....dreams shattered like glasses....
schemes becoming more contriversal poisoning the young's mind like gases that pollute our air...
high class treated special....middle class treated fair....
lower class treated as if they're not there....we are aware...
not easy to scare....we are here with no fear with our polluted air to share...
this land is the land of the free...costing so much to live...
the land of dreams.....nothing real to give....
the land of opportunities that has been taken by the greed....
the schemes that feed the need to stereo type us by classes...
sectioned in our cities...Government Bullies we are not scared of ya....
because this is still our UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
(this land is your land...this land is my land...from California...to the New York Island...)
United We Stand...Divided We Fall...
New York City....The City for All....
-Peter T. DeSpirito

SHE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE THIS SWEET WEAPON TO CONCEAL IN MY POCKET....’CAUSE WHEN I USE IT I FEEL SATISFIED....CAN NO LONGER HIDE THE FEELINGS I HAVE INSIDE FOR HER SO SWEET KISSES I HOPE IS NEVER A BLUR.....A BEGINING TO A DREAM WITH A CRYSTAL RIVER STREEM AND BLUE SKIES THAT'S A PART OF THAT TEAM....I SEEM.....NOT TO HAVE THE POWER TO ESCAPE HER PULL....’CAUSE HER LOVE GOT ME....SO I FEED HER HEART WITH MINE BY THE PLATE FULL....OH YES I DO....’CAUSE IF I CAN'T LOVE HER THEN NO LONGER WILL I WANNA SEE LIFE THROUGH.

SHE MAKES ME FEEL....LIKE I HAVE THIS SWEET WEAPON TO CONCEAL IN MY POCKET.....SO I MUST NOT DROP IT...’CAUSE IF I DROP IT.....THEN NO LONGER CAN I SPOT IT....EVEN IF LIT IN THE MIST OF MANY STARS AT NIGHT.....HIT BY A BATTLE RAM IN POSITION TO FIGHT....SPLIT BY THE TIP OF ITS HORN'S TIP....A CUT NO LONGER RECOGNIZEABLE TO KISS MY LIP....NOT ABLE TO GRIP THE FEELINGS....SHE MAKES ME FEEL....LIKE I HAVE THIS SWEET WEAPON TO CONCEAL IN MY POCKET...AND WHEN I TALK TO HER I FEEL SATISFIED....NEVER WANTING TO HIDE THE FEELINGS I HAVE INSIDE....’CAUSE IF MY HEART CAN'T LOVE HER THEN I'LL LABLE MYSELF DEATH BY LOVE SUICIDE....’CAUSE SHE MAKES ME FEEL....MY REAL FEELINGS INSIDE.

-Peter T. DeSpirito

Dear whoever cares,
If you're reading this letter I wanted to make you feel better in this darkened weather....as the cold breezes through your sweater and touches your skin...I want you to grin....knowing that the life I'm living is a life of giving....my heart is a warm spot for you to embrace...for you to feel safe and sure that my faith is pure....in you being happy with whatever you are...whoever you are...you are your own star...shine...take life and go as far as you can...be the woman or man you chose to be...be free with your thoughts don't stand around watching time fly by....take the serious make it funny take the funny make it reality...take the feel good with the bad...cause how sad would it be if we didn't live for we.....Dear whoever cares.....this letter is for you to make you realize that the lies and alibis made were made in the shade not in the light always wronging the right....stand and fight for your belief...for your morality...for your reality....stand and speak your mind...don't be weak...rewind what was spoke...go for broke...Dear whoever cares, color the dark nightmares that once were dreams to people that love life....Dear whoever dares to care....
                       -Peter DeSpirito

don't want to be someone I don't see living...
I do what I do cause it fits my does...it has always fitted my did it....
I could never be perfect...and I have admitted it...I am still me...no change in my name...my ego remains the same....no change in my get go...
no puzzle pieces to fit my m.o...no matter what I may be....
No corner cuts...no gritting my teeth balling my fists....no visions of slitting my wrists..
nope just me being me....writing free for the chosen few to see...the words I wrongfully write...
word for word...your mind will see...from top to bottom....left to right...that I am me...
never do I wanna be someone I dont see living...I forgave those who snubbed me with their upward pointed nose...just to show them that this is me...and my writing free poetry....I do what I do to fit my does....'cause I am ME

-Peter T. DeSpirito

My hope for...my everything that I adore...my live for....my die for...my laugh with my cry for...my want more...my look for...my could be better half...my must have...my algebraic...math equation..equaling the solution to my love starvation...my think about...my shout it out...my help cry out...my hand in hand walking mean..man...she is my Queen...she is my learned love mentor my hopeful meant for my co-kid creator....no one greater...it's her..she is..my there she is....

can i walk with you...
talk with you...
lay with you...
stay with you...
grow old and gray with you...
laugh with you...
cry with you...
die with you smile with you
oh so special you...
look up to the sky with you
I
mean
man
****
oh my
I just want to try....
forever I wanna be your guy.....

She is

-Peter T. DeSpirito