My Poetic Way Poem by Laquory Jones

It's my poetic way it was the only way with Mosaic as the frames
Just more pictures for people to intake words embedding as they integrate
How many can relate or will imitate? So Richie what do you insinuate?
That nothing will ever be the same tis what they say my brain cashing
In its clay like Cassius was to Clay and Muhammad was to Ali in the ring
While cementing my own legacy
This I've decreed
That I'm one of the poets drawing inspiration indeed
Perspiration's in need as people draw from my energy
Knowing it hasn't yet reached its peak
As I seek for people to reach, where's the center-line for us to meet?
Its riveting thoughts as I speak as you feel the force of my melody
Feel my passion inside igniting the butterflies the compassion's
Hitting just right with my vision's insight My poetry is bound to save
Lives people have pitted me against the ropes blatantly slicing
Me with their swords with no remorse (say it isn't so)
I've listened to Robert as he spoke back to me through his poems
Stating that the road less traveled only gets tougher as I go
Lately I've felt like an frozen igloo locked in the snow perhaps
It's the only way for me to grow learning to shred any
Obstacle in my optic so it all became logical My future and plans
With this vision in hand I'm taking a stand to do all that I can
Not letting anyone land a pan upon my plans
I'll be turning the stones within every corner (A Cornerstone)
Just a poet whose a bit of an artist painting pictures as his
Art set knowing images will always hit the hardest
so no need to discard this out of your hearts yet


11/2/2017