Hearted Words Poem by Laquory Jones

I riff raff my craft as I sit back and click clack A brain
On constricted veins with inner blood leaking must
Be the thinking leaving a streaking across the Learn
ing curve that I was made to spurn So I guess that's
The only way to learn letting concepts burn in turn
Of the way it use to be I'm not thinking clearly but
I struggle to figure myself no-one's providing help
With these cards I was dealt can you understand
The pain that was felt without ever experiencing
them yourselves emotions lay upon the shelves
As I begin to claw at every thought I desperately
Fought it's this pain you bought that has helped
In this frosted holocaust-ed World as I stand on
This sand quick I'm transfixed A blood Mix of heart
Ache and turmoil at work it makes me irk but can I
Ever overcome with A mind forever on the run I see
The barrel of life in peril hasn't hit me yet it's
Surreal As I levitate upon this ground but I'm not
Done I won't ever be until my spirit itself out
Live my own legacy overcoming life's tragedies while
Setting each strategy to be the best I can ever be
So be it physically or Mentally I'll look God upon
His face never forgetting my place I set upon this
Earth so be it a blessing and a curse Until the soul
Disperse whatever comes first nurses or the Hearse
That carried this salvaged soul out this life and on
To the next waiting for Life again to resurrect not a
Min earlier Or later now let the mind itself levitate
As it tries to navigate pass my words that your ears
Still haven't heard let them perk as tears begins to
Jerk must be the same reason I too can go berserk
Especially when I'm hurt people kicking dirt upon
My casket but the soul constantly combat it Ever since
My birth I was blasted Like Hester Prynne in Her prime
But that is what made Life twice sublime as it ticks life
Away I'm already set for 2083 that's light years Ahead of
Me my mind meditate in time under -2400 Celsius have that
Made me bitter cold no made me twice as bold with a heart
That never folds no matter how many times He's scold still
The in-skirts of the Brain gets re molded 1000 Ibs no matter
Which hand that holds it at least I have told it and re
Awoken my inner soul has now freely spoken.



8/13/2015