Down the block around the corner is where I left my head....my head I said...face red...crying letter filled tears...these words I see...I write them down for hear cheers....cut to the shape of my mind distant from where I stand....I must of planned these simple finding words....never tripping...but gripping...latching on to this constant conscience consequences...that leaves me with no hope but I cope with **** in my mind...nonsense....yeah I know but this bean-stalk of words continue to grow...no sense of direction...forming a new out look discretion....whats my motivation....life....life is beautiful...but hard....rewarded to us by God....I guard my words with my mind...so no one could see...judge...laugh...point...so I used to write for me....now I write for my new friends of poetry....
-Peter T. DeSpirito