When Rainfall Hits The Cellos Poem by Laquory Jones

Verse 1
Sometimes it feels as if people say their goodbyes
Before their hellos when the rainfall hits the cellos
That's when tears begin hitting the crescendos
Richie what does that even mean? I couldn't tell you
Not even quite sure, Where my rivers tends to flow
I just let them go as tears overload down the nirvana
Everyday feels like a hot seated deep sauna
In the end people are gonna do what they want to (wanna)
Meanwhile Richie has to do what he has to (got it)
People tend to do a whole bunch of nothing (uh-huh)

Chorus
When the rainfall hits the cellos
The tears begins hitting the crescendos
And as we go through the passages of time
It never gets any simpler
In the end I'm just a poet hoping one would
Notice me and my odyssey
As I try to cement a legacy

Verse 2
A bunch of criticisms can be heard
But encouragements are more preferred
Poets are malnourished due to a
Lack of nourishments & due to a lack of
Creativeness, Is Richie's even making
Any sense? While not making any cents?
Poets are now bound to state their intent
If there's differences of opinions
Then you better repent
Richie, just won't relent
Am I not hitting that fever pitch?
Richie's hitting that lever switch?
Richie might just have found his niche
Since I've been gone I've inhaled all
Of my confidence while sinking deeper
Into a state of my consciousness
And the hate that I'm acknowledging
Through the pen that I'm garnishing
Just not enough chips to bargain with


Chorus
When the rainfall hits the cellos
The tears begins hitting the crescendos
And as we go through the passages of time
It never gets any simpler
In the end I'm just a poet hoping one would
Notice me and my odyssey
As I try to cement a legacy


Verse 3
The temple of poetry I hold sacred
And close to me, Although we're bound to
Go nuclear though words are more suitable
A Poet's Pen has never been more incredible
When unlocking its nucleus and then down to
Its harmonics to the point it's setting off atoms
Through the state of Photonics
The pen becomes hyper supersonically
Seating itself deeper into your electronics


Chorus
When the rainfall hits the cellos
The tears begins hitting the crescendos
And as we go through the passages of time
It never gets any simpler
In the end I'm just a poet hoping one would
Notice me and my odyssey
As I try to cement a legacy

Verse 4
Just trying to reach the people that are
Platonically neurotic some people might call
Them 'Bionic', but isn't it Ironic? That the fact is
Bicentennial Men has been bestowed upon us.
They're taking the jobs that people truly wanted
Meanwhile the Creative Dept remains under-funded
Poets and Poetess are remaining under-budget
Knowing deep down that we're the golden nuggets
Richie, You better stop!
I'm just unloading my luggage for baggage claim
While waiting for my own shot to fame
In the words of Jean-Baptiste Alphonse
'The more things change, the more they stay the same'

4/20/2024