I once thought that money was the root of all evil and it is, however not having money is as well.
either way poverty has a way of reminding us that it still exists both physical and spiritual, no matter how much we acquire in life...interesting piece and I always njoy reading poems that make me...
World Peace...so far fetched with the powers that be
standing tall not doing anything at all
so much left undone...Dear Santa
bring me the words of brother Hodee
2 keep it in perspective...Nice flow!
Nice drop Rich!
In light of recent events from Haiti to Teddy P and all those whose life has been affected by tragedy the likes to which some will never experience and will never know or see, you have penned a masterpeace! **** System...
Incognito the style been traveling for miles
Sun sets and rises in orange glow like fashion
As soul searched mind for answers awhile
Prose affect with poise tall like stanchion
Words runneth over scribing the lesson
Learn from a life experienced it fits best
A mental escapade rousing...
Visibility
as the scales fall
from eyes of mind
rouses high visibility
senses all
scratching surfaces
each time lyrics speak
of ink filled sheets
truth within
listening
learning
vibing
from what comes next
seeking to carry
a revolutionary flavor
each one teach one
sometimes...
brotha Rich! brotha Rich!
your flame burns bright...the balance of what needs to happen and what is not, your poetry is what brotha's & sista's need. preciate ya flo bro!
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