The Road To Peace Poem by Laquory Jones

I sit down with all the King's men where
The heck have I been with minds rotting
from the outside and within must be
Blood running thin so where do we begin
Only an ounce of the cool wind scorching
the lungs as it sinks in the brain naturally
Thinks making me naturally ink now that

I'm on the brink lets go back to the logistics
And the psychotic whippets that became
Iconic misfits I only
Came to uplift but these thoughts are becoming
Stiff I just wanted a whiff of Eternal Bliss but
Instead I got this I just needed a fix thoughts
Become tender to the bone I wear it to the core
While releasing everything that I have in store

As Jaws dropped to the floor how much pain can
I bore people latch on to it more making me
Sore so I became Thor Lightning striking with a
Hammer in hand as these demons starts caving
Me in The tears begins to jerk as my head
Goes berserk Like what Crow was to Birds
A magician at work came with these perks as the
Spine spasm-ed and jerked that's when things had
To occur and courage had to concur even when
The vision is blurred they pile on the dirt not even

Burying you first that just made it worse so the
Heart swelled up until it could burst 5 barrels of
Logic ad-mist the pastures with thoughts trying to
Latch on to yours it was the only way my thinking
Could be heard while trying to be smeared but
Thoughts had interfered now you can see what
Thinking means to me my prodigy when I'm dead
And gone I'll still hear my thoughts living on Like
Genghis Khan they will never die so no tears to cry.

7/26/2015