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Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
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
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
..My Name Is Pete..

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
My introduction
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
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
I couldn’t make the letters I wanted bold...so I left it as is...
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
A poetic mind will never find it so hard to see the words....to feel the words...
to place the words so perfectly where he or she may want them to be...

In a poetic mind lays a soul....that has enough control to impose that words are never easy to let go...so they over flow....some darker than others...which smothered the un-uttered compact and cluttered words.....

A poetic mind will unwind from time to time....some poems will rhyme....more often than many will not....but that won't stop that poets poetic mind....day dreams of the words that fall into place in front of faces....not leaving spaces on the paper to write another un-uttered smothered word that compacts and clutters the poets poetic mind like window shutters....

A poetic mind can never let words just be...written from left to right....its just to easy to write....a mesh of words blistering the finger tips from the pen grips...and the paper scrapes...across each line because that poetic mind will find it....so easy to grind it or engrave the words...so a poetic mind becomes a slave to the paper....blank is it? to you it may be...but on a blank sheet of paper I see....words rhyming in perfect harmony....made from the poetic part of the mind of mine.....

This poetic mind won't find it hard to see....the words that I perfectly place together....whether in blue or black my poetic mind won't cut slack to the blisters on my finger tips....or let go of my pen that drips in motion that places....the words so gracious...leaving paper with no spaces to write another smothered compact un-uttered word made from a poetic mind....a mind of mine....

P.O.E.T.I.C    M.I.N.D
E.      H.         A.        E
T.      O.         T.          S
E.     M.         T.          P
R.     A.         H.          I
         S.          E.          R
                     W.          I
                                   T
                                   O
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
To protect
Never neglect
Teaching him respect to gain respect
To strengthen his intellect
To be his cheer up when he tears up about a hiccup
Be the voice of his reason when in need
To him I pledge this creed

To strengthen his fight
To help him strive through out life
By him I'll do right
Help him lift the world off his shoulder when in  need
to him I pledge this creed

To be his open arms to cry in
To learn when he's lying
Will never deny him
Hold his hand while guiding
Give him life's lessons when in need
To him I pledge this creed

My Son
My Soul
My World
My love
My Prayed for
My hoped for
My wish come true
My will, My Creed
I give to you

-Peter T. DeSpirito
We all as fathers feel this way for our sons...even single moms....my sons birthday is within the title...
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
I let go of train of thought when I notice a person getting caught, and abused by another person in the form of cursing or some sort to have that person feel distort....and after that person is abused...and used to amuse...suicide becomes their last resort....word weapons are such a discretion...

Stop the Word Weapons...Stop the Word Weapons...Stop the words weapons that are being used more than machinery...it gives people a reason to start swinging in a violent matter...after that word weapon's egged on chit chatter....

I let go of train of thought when i notice a group of people circling another person...laughing...and giggling...pointing...and singling out one after another...while he or she is crying...like a bullet hit deep...signs of that person's pride dieing...now rendered weak...unable to speak...misjudgement of character...like a book chapter missing....someone should say something but they act like they're not listening...

Stop the Word Weapons...Stop the Word Weapons....Stop the Word Weapons....stop the reason for violent discretion...stop the judging...stop the pushing...and shoving...stop saying nothing...let the abused's pride be rebuilt inside...let the weak speak....let the shamed look up to the sky...let the quite unable to speak stop being shy...be strong instead of weak...laugh instead of cry....we all are people...we have feelings that are equal...no matter the color...let us listen to our mother when they have said...to treat others like we want to be treated...smile when being greeted...cool off when you are heated...look with a smile instead of a frown...cause our father who art in heaven is looking down...wondering if we are lost...and can't be found...

United We Stand...Divided We Fall
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
I blink musical words like birds whistle or chirps on their perch or vine....their sharp tuned song sung so Devine...my mind...I can't seem to find a time where I can relax...or just collapse...so until then I'll continuously rhyme rhymes of rocks...of girls....of mom never of pops....of funny girl tops...of scared feelings never revealing...heart closed consealing...heart is slowly healing which is being filled with names in silly rap games while the music fills my veins....

I think music when I'm sleeping it's keeping me breathing so I can't stop leaving poems here and there cause I can see words like neo (matrix) sees numbers...everywhere....everyone wonders where my mind goes but they don't really care...so I stare music in the face like an evil goon in a nightmare...

I shall use musical words to strum my bow across my violin...placing my fingers along the finger board in chords I never played before never getting bored...a real eye sore...I swore I won't play for myself no more...I shall play my violin to express the words I can't say or sing...like musicals that relate to a late Mozart day...I shall play even when it rains because of the music in my veins...
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Music
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
My air is contaminated by the cigarette smoke that I smoke....walking in the puff clouds makes me choke...though I enjoy it no joke...no money in my pockets cause the habit leaves me broke...calming my nerves destroying my lunges...the excellent taste...the life shortening plunge...I know I’m not wrong when I say that death from it is painful and long...getting weaker...still so strong...though I throw myself into this painful drug...my shoulders I shrug...as I pull and tug...puff and **** my air contaminating cigarette smoke that I smoke...
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
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
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
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...new york city...my city of broken homes...my city of broken coble stones...my home sweet home...

New York City...how damaged it seems to be...but more beautiful than people see...so deep with secrets and schemes....that broke peoples dreams...a heart skips a beat...people labled bums living in the street...the weak could never speak of...once rich with love...drunk in the morning...park bench at night to sleep off the drug... mean mug with a gangster lean shoulder shrug...little eyes bare witness growing up to become a ****...nightmares is kiddy play...innocent people slaying...government playing with our money...delaying our dreams...as they think its funny...but we still love our city...no lie...we could move but why..? Why let those broken coble ****** stoops **** our dreams....? Why let the business schemes take our money we couldve used to fix broken scenes....? We are New Yorkers....home of great talkers....but no action.....beautiful lights....but knocked before we reach our heights....deadly fights.... staged in a park in the dark....different colors are threats...race factor and hate crime...amongst crime itself...yet we are still the greatest city...as silly as it may sound...I will be buried under New York City ground....

New York City......my city of reality....some day we will all see...triumph of humanity....where else would I be....but right here....In my home sweet home... I will never leave it alone... By: Peter T DeSpirito
NYC
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
I am an ordinary man with the same life span but shortened by habits....
I am a person who's second language is cursing...every second to third word dispersing
f word...
s word....
c words to b words
and it gets worse....as I curse I wonder why....am I that disgusting guy on the train or bus that people look at with the stank eye in disgust?....I am the black sheep at the family party that don't speak back cause I lack what I was before or hardly....I am walked on
spit on
dissed on by that one and this one...
the unwanted
the used
the non excused
the mentally abused that use to get me to do what I didn't want to....
I am....life....do not mislead me
do not mistreat me...
do not walk on me
do not tread on me...
dis-own me...
leave me lonely....I am dead....
do not cry...
do not sigh or shy away from our memory....
do not miss me....
do not kiss me when I lay in my coffin cause many times too often kisses meant nothing....I am nothing...
I am an ordinary man with the same life span but shortened by habits...I am stress...a mess....useless....not important...never was...never would be....but...you know what..I am me....

Ode to a homeless man...
Though there are no shoes on my feet and my filthy clothes are not pressed neat....my arms are tucked underneath my head...i am sleeping still...almost feeling dead...no fear of losing anything...just leave me here with my beer...cause I am....what you see that I am...The homeless man
By: Peter T. DeSpirito
Peter DeSpirito Feb 2020
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
What I’m saying is stopping the racism...and feeling held back because of the past...move forward...
Peter DeSpirito Jun 2020
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
United We Stand....Divided We Fall
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
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
Imagine the word love is written on the palm of the hand...then read the poem...
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
So
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 ****...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 ******...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
Hearing what someone has shouldn’t draw your conclusion of what that person is...how that person acts...who that person is inside....we should all get to know who we are by experience...hands on education is the best form of education there is...
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
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
Intro
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
Keeping what I have inside to hide my true self for others to benefit without throwing a fit

'cause I'm useless and getting sick of it...

useless is a new feeling like an empty thought revealing to people that I am less than them...and to make them feel good about themselves...

high on their pedestal like trophies on shelves earned by greatness I don't even have a medal...

though I'd settle for pats on the shoulder...Or smart *** commendings....but I am useless..

my pen feels my pain....but I remain my strong witted ordain...sleep the same and stay a sucker in the love game...

I am useless like a soldier without a gun...

nothing to show for my gain closer to my own head fame....RUN!!!...

I wear my war face outside to hide my battling pain inside...bite my tongue and take the strikes of a tongue lashing being insulted destroying my strive driven pride

intelligence I seem not to possess...my heart is filled with stress....hanging my head in shame wearing a hood to hide my face for I am useless...and I'm to blame...cause I let it happen...

I am useless and show that I cannot be counted on...but I struggle strong and will 'til my life is gone...

invisible gun..BANG....my head can no longer hang...dang...what to do now...it's a **** shame...but I am to blame...

I am useless like a gun without a soldier...as I mature much older my shoulder becomes brittle...mind shrinks little...hop becomes a wiggle..shakes become worst

useless like liverwurst...

like dirt I am walked on looked upon like I'm incompetent...

but I am content at being useless like steak to someone with no teeth...eyes open to disbelief for a brief second...listen to me when I am useless...

By: Peter T. DeSpirito December 23, 2011
Depression makes you feel different things...
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
“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
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
Depression is the state of mind I’m in from not having what I want…to living in sin….**** it must have been…circling in my head from time to time….making people laugh to ease their pain hiding mine…I’ll be fine….I’m on my own….feeling lost….sitting alone….tossed into a heap pushing towards the edge not ready to leap…**** is too deep…feeling weak…dizzy head….closed mouth can’t speak…can’t sleep…waiting for a lesson or some kind of session…to forget my…

Depression is the state of mind I was in…swimming to the top never letting the current of life’s strong river drag me in again…the deep steep end….no more depression… I’m no longer depressed….pressed like hard wood…dressed some what sort of good….misunderstood…abused and of course accused of the misused guided guidelines…lined for a good life….wanting a good wife…some kids….like boxes stacked on skids (perfectly)…or pallets if you will…a dream of a castle built with no hassle…to build to the guild…no questions….suggesting I give up on…

Depression is no longer the state of mind I’m in…look at me I’m swimming to the top…stopping the depression state of mind…I win…
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Depression is something we all deal with...it’s you who could make you feel that you’re depressed....and it’s you who could stop the feeling....you don’t need medicine that has side effects of suicidal thoughts....you need yourself...remember that only you know who you are...
Peter DeSpirito Feb 2020
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
Quick little spittle
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
USA
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
Hope
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
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
Quick little spittle
Peter DeSpirito Feb 2020
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
There’s a hole in the wall....must of missed....
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
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
Yeah...Love
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
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
Yeah....Love...
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
Though I know no limit to my untold head story that will unfold my lifted non gifted cold depression state that I use to hold...I mold my own statues...crafting them with my hands....I stand my stands....I now comprehend my understands....blaming no one...taking the heat...I am a son of a mother that is 6 feet deep...I no longer weep my missings for this misses...though I pray for her ending prayers with kisses...dug my self in a hole with a pole...but dug out in fractions to be whole...30 years in the making...I crook took my taking....fixed my mistaken....cause there is no end...I am now my own friend....I no longer pretend...all of which made me who I am...I am me again....Ha ha

***** crazy....***** crazy...I've stepped outta my mind...going crazy...fitting myself in this puzzle game maybe...I've stepped outta my mind cause ***** crazy....
                  By: Peter DeSpirito
Quick little spittle
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
Blinking a perfect word over flow....though I over throw my critical mind thinking...but still blinking thinking 2.o...here we go....the square root of the connection to my mind and to these words is 2.o of my thinking process which solves for X...bringing my eyes to start blinking paragraphs like algebraic math equatic polluted solution now I'm shooting my loaded word weapon clip Run....For fun I write....I empty my mind 'til I feel right.....I eat words in the morning...afternoon and at night....it's tight compact words that interact but never lack or give slack to my critical mind...which makes my eyes start blinking but I'm still thinking 2.o....woa!

Peter T. DeSpirito
Quick little spittle
Peter DeSpirito Feb 2020
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...******...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
School shootings....children and pregnant wife killing is so sad because those kids will never get to experience life...ever....****** traumatizes people....robbing people raises community trust issues....no one cares about this stuff and it’s sickening....we should love each other more importantly love ourselves as well....
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
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
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
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
Word candy
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
Can't let go of the feeling....being lost without a cause just cause....I have no Clause....no calls to being some one's....(belonging to no one)....not just anyone's....but that some one who would always want me for me...not who I could be...I can't let go of...short passages with no aim in this poetry stained game...I stay a slave to...making my pen engrave the words quicker then my mind thinks....filling the paper with empty but thoughtful passages links...to a piece of my heart...yet another wasted unpublished word art...I part with no dashes...write about lost and found love....yup staying a slave to this feeling I can't let go of....
Fighting with such a discretion when my mind thinks...
Visioning alphabetical words when my eyes blinks...
Jotting down so many sentences my hand stinks...
being a slave to this poetry stained game links
to a piece of my heart yet another wasted unpublished word art....

-Peter T. DeSpirito
Yup
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
I said yo...let me get two shots of whiskey
so I could drown out my misty eye
cause I just let my heart die...she sat next to me
and said hey...I said yo...she moved closer...
i said whoa..she said yo..I tried to walk away
but she pulled me to stay...what more could i say
but oh no all the headaches I'd have to deal with if I get caught with this **...so I said **** it let's go...
gave her what she needed...satisfaction garunteeded
mission completed...more whiskey to delete it....
By: Peter T. DeSpirito
Just a funny jot....we’ve all been there...lol
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
I dare you not to like "my poem"...not to read my writing...but when you do...you passively read it like it's some child's drawing on the refrigerator....I dare you not to comment on "my poem"...but I know you read it...skimming through my words...waiting for a cute antidote to cure your reading mind....but still not having the decency to leave a comment in kind gestures...this poem is for the suggesters who encourages me to keep writing...exciting the reader's mind with my pen to write a no comment response poem again...it makes me shed a tear which falls on "my poem" and causes the fountained ink to leave smudges on the sheet of paper...think...this poem is for the poem contest judges...I hate ya...I enter the contests....follow the rules...but I don't even get a good job comment from your views....I dare you to skim through this poem...and not comprehend that I can't stand it when I put my poems out there to make the world of poets realize that I am here...aware that I am alive...well enough to write "my poem" which gets no comments...but receives 8 reads...4 of them are mine...but at least i know they were read...thoughts of my words be copied or stolen stay circling in my head...but I'll be fine...I dare you not to like "my poem"...but you read it fast enough to know that...I'm not begging I'm egging you on to keep me strong 'til I'm gone..or done with writing...pen to paper...reading mind exciting mine to write..."My Poem"
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
Ok you don't want to love me...that's fine...
But do not stand there and try to tell me how I feel and do not stand there and make it seem like my love wasn't real
I can scream on top of my lunges telling the world standing at the edge of a ledge to a building ready to plunge to the concrete below...but why bestow my problems to everyone...why let everyone watch me leap to my death exclaiming that I have nothing left in my heart that you ripped apart...I could start robbing...fighting in a ring ducking and bobbing to fill the void of the love I just lost...but I'd rather tell you...

Ok you don't want to love me that's fine
But don't you stand there and try to blind my mind with hateful words and do not stand there and curse me to make it worse...see...as much as you try to despise love...and push love away...I was there for you helping you stay strong no matter how wrong I was...'cause I love you...

ok you don't want to love me that's fine...but I was still there for you helping you through your depression...and being the man I needed to be...the man I thought you needed....I felt my mission was completed....but now my work and years of my life are being deleted...and my head can't take no more...of being shoved towards the door...all because you don't want to love me no more...

...that's fine...

By: Peter DeSpirito

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