Up beat down to earth feet planted but not yet on them, my name is Pete...Eh Hem ...i am hopeless romantically driven, living a walking day dream of things gave and given forgave and forgiven, pride stricken but uplifting...mind made from the street my name is Pete, short for Peter, kind hearted but now to the point where if you don't care...I won't care either...improvisioned mind strong that words escape from wrong...my words are mine...written sloppy but revised to be perfectly neat... my name is Pete...I am poetic artistically gifted me... it's not clear to see cause I hide it for a bit for my self composed reflection... my words are mine...they are my sunshine...my turpentine....my intoxicating mind destructive weapon, never letting.... my pen get a break from the constant fast circle motioned shake, I write words 'til pens break....
up beat down to earth feet planted but not yet on them...eh hem...my name is Pete. my poems are written down to be discrete, I show the chosen few to read the real Pete...the passioned compassionate...hopeless romantically driven...pride stricken...up beat artistically gifted down to earth planting my feet to be on them...eh hem...my name is Pete By: Peter T. DeSpirito