Verse 1
Tonight I'm spilling out passion as my desire
Is getting ignited with sparks sparkling and
Embedding themselves deep inside it
Tonight people are in need of enlightenment
Not much in life is giving us excitement
My head continues taking flight with these
Pictures that I be dreaming
Let me give you a peek deep inside of my
Mind as it's screening I was just a kid in the
Beginning never knowing what it was like
To be winning while watching my friends lives
Meet their endings so the true ones
That I still have I try to redeem them
Take the world into my palms and try to lead
It passion inside of the poetry I literally bleed
It while breathing it life because that's what
Is truly needed so when I'm constantly heated
Verse 2
I take to the pen and paper then pursue to
Beat it even when I'm out of ink
People won't have a choice but to eat it
In the midst of their bleating
If Robert Frost is the true modernist
Poet then I must be a beacon
Though when I'm silent people tend to take
That as a weakness greatness I Intend to meet it
Just when people are thinking that Richie's
Defeated but I've been studying Arthur Sullivan,
Wolfgang and Strauss and we can't forget about
Frost and Maya there's no caging this bird
Verse 3
I have a world to teach of your works even though haters
Tries to impede any success but I'm like a whale breaching
My way up through the surface water glass half full
Or half empty it doesn't really matter
Back then the rooms would just be filling up with
Laughter not knowing what I'm truly after
Even before I got started people would say
'That all my work was a disaster' no silver platters
But my mind's a mosaic and my thoughts are the
Crafters so when I'm arts & crafting through the art
It's the journey that you have no choice but to embark
Lately I've been watching people with half a
Heart and soul trying to take poetry for personal gain
That has always been a treacherous terrain
When I write I spill within it all of my pain
And all of my regrets while giving her my all and nothing less
Because I know through poetry that I'm truly blessed
Verse 4
When I was younger I would dream to be next
Mozart while composing my art every night and day
While fighting my foes as if I'm Edgar Allan Poe
When I'm swimming against the ocean's currents
Because the path of life can become so uncertain
There's no pulling back any of the curtains
There's no second chances and that's for certain
Though as a young man I am still learning
How to spill greatness when the passion's burning
And when my emotions are lighting their fuses
While using the pen & the pad as their muses
Just so you can get a sense of my music
When the Ink is lacing up their lyrics
Verse 5
When the truth is the spoken word people tend
To fear it, but they have no choice but to hear it
Half of the people never wanted to ever get near it
People rather take names of legends and smear
Them in the path of their wake
Taking the path of the snake
I know a few of them can relate
As they carry out their hate
They've already sealed up their fate
As I plan to take poetry up to new heights
Let it aviate and elevate up to the skies
As people witness my path to greatness
It's just a matter of time that I'll redefine the
Lines of what it's really like to shine
As the stars overhead gives me signs
Verse 6
I plan to make it even though some really hate
To take notice, but Richie can't be losing focus
I write and give them my Magnum Opus
As they're trying to feed me their locust
There had might been a time that I had a feeling
Of being hopeless with all the emotions that
I've been left to cope within the moments
People indeed had cut me open and the wound
Hasn't yet fully healed, but I know that I'm skilled
Through the pain that I wielded and the notepad as
My shield and the voice that I shrill
As I shatter the glass, barriers, and steel
With a pen that I'm willing to my path to greatness
That's just Richie and the latest
In the end will people shout 'Richie was one of the greatest'
The truth is in the end people will hate it or love it
But people will never get enough of it
Any animosity you just have to rise above it
1/13/2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem