During The Night Poem by Laquory Jones

During the night while others are fast asleep I'm wide awake so much
Trouble in my dreams perhaps I'm troubled indeed I sit and I bleed
And I'm not just saying these things my fear of the dark begins
To get too much so I had to embark through words to ignite a spark
For us to march I've created the arch while trying to bridge in the Gap
Using my mind as its map because inside me thoughts are trapped as
They prepare to scream of the things that I can't foresee inside of
Me are these veins breathing in my oxygen each day with-in them are
The all seeing eyes my vision of better things to come by living life in
Intervals what I have learned so far in life is that you have to be radical
To be radical means to be rather cool and that's what made us Humans
Political and they don't teach that in our schools only years of ridicule

I was taught to use my mind as a portal it's my way to being immortal
Emotions became my vehicle and my eyes helped me to see that
My soul holds the key if only I could believe then I could achieve
Something eternal and making a difference by doing something
Special now that I have the world in a threshold The story of
Richie then unfolds I've become History's Pot of Gold for the
New Age and Old now the story gets retold for the weary and bold

Pain is being stripped and behind me are trolls yelling these
Letters out ' Be something great' I tremble and I began to quake
No one knows what's really at stake I began to pick up the world holding
It in both hands it was time to make a stand an adequate plan together
We can band together as one ' the smoking gun' is what I became
Lifting the Earth feeling its shame as heavy as boulders I began to pick
Up the world holding in all of its weight legs never giving way my confidence
Will never break I found something quite unique I have found strength in
These words that I speak with knowledge bearing its fruits the tree of life

Bearing its roots but still I'm made to stumble but I'm forever humbled
My faith never wavered but brain-storms are blocking out my sun my
Thoughts are slaughtered but I was taught to never falter this world has
No room for cowards so no need to cower just then the voices got louder
' Richie what's the matter' I found what I'm after though it was strange
We've been yearning for change dreams suddenly gets re-arrange
Now I'm de-ranged because I'm now on a chase a race against time I
Only have one chance to be sublime and I'm not leaving one soul behind

I was taught to use my mind as a portal it's my way to being immortal
Emotions became my vehicle and my eyes helped me to see that
My soul holds the key if only I could believe then I could achieve
Something eternal and making a difference by doing something
Special now that I have the world in a threshold the story of
Richie then unfolds I've become history's Pot of Gold for the
New Age and Old now the story gets retold for the weary and bold

(12/21/2016)