These Pictures Poem by Laquory Jones

At times I've looked at the skies
As comets were shooting by
But stars eluded my sights
Old folktales alluded to my speech
But I had not yet reached my peak
There were still too many souls
That I still needed to reach
Words of poetry spilleth from my lips
I've now come to grips of what I need to do
These words are beyond true
My words speaking to the moon
'I want to be the healer of the pain'
I've done pushed back many rains
Walked through the terrain while
Shifting back hurricanes let my words
Slip through the brain my legacy will remain
While calming the rushing of the waves
I'm just an artist who never caved
Pure sweat of poetry is what he gave
2000 years into the future it's still all the same
I'm just a picture without a frame
Perfect picture is what I ain't
Yeah I never lived as a saint but....

Do you see these pictures that I try to paint
Don't let people tell you what you ain't
No one lived life as a saint

At night while I'm wondering 'How far I would make it'
The world strips me naked I get
Cornered and bombarded as pleas were discarded
In the land of the heartless in time
Many people had departed but I've taken
The bombardment upon the embankment
Took time for it to sink in
While I'm thinking through my ink pens
That this is the life of a artist I haven't
Lost my art yet while picking up the canvass
It took me months to understand this that it's
All the feelings that I've brandished
Never tarnished through my garments
I plan to go the farthest than anyone has
Ever gone before and it's in these words
That I bore holding them close to my core
'What in Life am I searching for'
And that's when it all began to click
(yeah all of it) that all I'm trying to see is

How to be the man that I have to be
Emotions running deep from underneath
As they keep binding me
And the fact that my head never stops to
Remind me of a silver lining gee
Nothing in life is what it seems in life
I'm losing sleep just to seek out something
Unique from deep within me
While the days of life keeps cycling
Troubles doubles up as it's piling
Up the stat sheet
What will people think of me?
How will they remember me?
As I flow neurologically as a memory
Through my poetry maybe I'll help
You out unknowingly planting seeds
I never knew what I would be when
I first picked up a pen and it was
Then that I found my inner strength
All I ever wanted was someone to believe
In what I could achieve now tell me

Do you see these pictures that I try to paint
Don't let people tell you what you ain't
No one lived life as a saint


4/18/2017