For my thoughts to be on paper I have to cut a tree
This needs to be done continuously The evolution of poetry
Like a tree that falls It stood so there could be written knowledge
I needed to grow mentally and a tree needed to be demolished
It’s all on paper
For generations poetry needs to be pass on
Rather now then later
The evolution of poetry
Sparked a revolution that touches more lives then igniting forestry
Poetry is the lifeblood ,my bloodline
My blood that can flows into raps it’s my punchlines
My thoughts needs a home
Before I dropped this poem I needed to slip through this phone
I wonder if the middleman feels alone
Well he can find comfort in my poem
Knowing my thoughts needed a home
I remember someone saying the holy scripture derived from a stone
I believe we are derived from being alone
We needed to grow from a thought and boom what do you know ..
Don’t get caught up in rebellious ways
Unless you to need get out and into a better way
Bradley Moleta( The Poet)