Monthly Archives: September 2013

Willing Love

Willing Love

This is an original piece by myself, Vigilant Leighrick. My first recording I did about 13 days ago. Produced by Breechboy…now working on my up coming project on KTF [Keep the Feel].

I am also a member of iLLFoLK Conglomerate, check out our soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/illfolkmusic

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Journey of a Gemini

The Journey of a Gemini

 

I’ve been on this journey seeking the other half of me.

 

My eyes have grown weary & my heart weak.

 

My head hung low in disappointment.

 

To the point I’m trying to reach, each step seems as though I’m getting further in distance.

 

I sit in isolation, sand storms caressing my mind, blizzards comforting my heart, and the great flood drowning my soul.

Heat stroke seemed only to be the only thing comforting me.

 

Until he came and sat beside me.

I felt his ear to my soul…

His thoughts beating to the rhythm of my heart.

I smile because he’s found me.

 

The Journey of a Gemini

 

I’ve sought to find the other half of me.

 

I am his sun.

He is my moon.

 

I wonder if knows he’s found me in my worst storm.

That the rain just isn’t nature’s cry for help, but my own spirits.

 

I want him,

I want him to understand, his smile is my sunset and his eyes are my ocean.

Understand he is my place of peace,

Someone who hears my screams and yells back to comfort me.

I run my hands through the sand, his trails and tribulations.

His breaths kindred to the night waves.

He is my reach past the stars, and the sky…with him I feel no limits.

 

And

 

If I am to him Queen, He is my King..

 

Pour out our thoughts.

Mix our Love.

And build a barricade around our sandcastle.

 

This is the Journey of a Gemini.

 

I realize what lies beyond his eyes

&

The difference between what lies hes been told, and what lies in his heart.

 

As I lie in his arms

He embraces my anticipation.

 

This journey reflects on my rebuilding of trust.

 

Does he know he is the foundation?

 

Everyday will be Summer time, because I will be his sun shining light on his journey as well.

 

This is the story of a Gemini.

 

I’ve found the other half of me.

 

He knows the other half, nobody has ever known,

He is the half of me, I’m always been afraid of showing

 

but

 

Somehow through this poem, my feelings for him just flow.

 

Massaging his doubts..

Our fingers interlock, and we’ll begin our journey together.

 

The only dream I look forward to, he seems to be better than reality its self.

 

I wonder…

 

Is this journey of a Gemini only a dream, because if so fuck that…I want him inside of me.

Not only thoughts, but in feelings,

not only by touch is he healing

but he comforts me, when it feels as though I am emotionless

Incapable of affection…

 

I feel so Emotional that I am Emotionless

I often wonder if he’s testing me…teasing me?

 

Love has no boundaries, I stopped to take a break…I gave up on that shit!

I look ahead, and loves found me.

Now I wonder…should I further this journey?

Mother these problems?

Become acquainted with long lost feelings?

Curse the father of my thoughts?

Pet the idea of falling in love again?

 

Love hurt me before, my chambers turned ice cold

&

My rib cage turned into jail bars.

I feel myself unable to escape.

 

I wonder if he knows this is me?

Am I accepted?

All I ask for is my love to be respected — and if wants to

 

He can grab my hand, and join me.

 

This is the journey of a Gemini.

 

I am half asleep with my eyes wide open.

I cant see him, but I hear him, and I feel our love growing closer.

 

He yells, “Love Stinks!

Well that love stench is me, because I’ve been traveling for to long on this damn journey.

 

But

 

What can I say?...It’s the Gemini in Me.

 

-Leighrick

Loves Public Enemy

Loves Public Enemy #1

My hearts pump is out of gas, I can’t burp up any more feelings.

I feel like I’m in a room with no ceilings, ¬†surrounded by 4 walls , so it’s hard to escape.

All I can do is lay here and wait for someone to take my place, because I fell right into the outline of a players game.

Crazy of me to think that you’ve changed, and now sitting here handcuffed to your heart.

I guess it’s right what they say, “once a good cops gone bad they’re gone forever“.

Now you’re dragging me along, through the coldest of weather.

At one point I even had a cellmate, not even knowing we were living together.

Finally I see the ladder in the room with no ceiling, and now

I’m public enemy number one.

Like Eazy E says, “Fuck the police“.

Now who’s packing?

The Gangsta of Love, bye Cupid !
Shooting arrows into hearts
I possess the passion pistol.

Got the love gun on ma hip.

I escape through the hole I dug, thinking I’ve barely scratched the surface in the cell,

also known as your mind.

Now I’m cruising down these streets with your heart in my palm.

Sending death threats and love notes

These thieves trynna steal my heart, are really building their own casket.

Rolling around, this time I’m stronger so consider this a homicide.

Because my heart will blow yours in pieces, and leave the rest for the bitches….

 

Hug Life.

-Leighrick

Welcome Depression Addicts

Welcome…

I do not have dreams. I have a large potraits of reality, everynight, and the next morning it all comes true. I am staring into a black screen, with nothing but frustration running through my mind. It’s begun to tire out my mind, and testing my feelings. Struggling to find the diamond in the rough, except diamonds are oh so cold, and I’m warm blooded. How would the ring fit around my heart? The beats steady pumping, my emotions are getting pimped, my thoughts are getting trampled, and the tears run down my lip.

Open Lab — let them operate on the chaos, putting together the pieces of Lady Chaot!c, and some touches of nuclear spit. The life I lead is unsafe. It’s true misery needs company. Only my company has gone bankrupt to the depths of life’s rotting anatomy. If I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul take, so it may be that I am a legend in Gods eyes.

With stress as the monkey on my back, unconditional love is feeding it banana’s. A volcano of sorrow has erupted. Is this such a way for a young black female to live her life? The fight for getting a decent education, but its shadow of confusion and uncontrollable exoticism is the only light. I’ll follow that with my heart instead of my mind.

That is why they call me Lady Chaotic, lyrically spiritual, but my opinions are explicit.

Leighrick also.known.as {Chaot!c}

Phone Home

I’m trapped in a box with a cell phone, white walls and a stop sign. I’ve finally caught a signal… I began to phone home. No answer — I guess the answering machine has a mind of its own. Who would have ever thought that the sound of the dial tone, could set the tone for my sickness. I lay flat on my stomach – ill. Until the satellites come correctly into place.

Walls cant cry, windows don’t have arms, and with a mattress full of money still none of it builds a home. I know they seen it coming down my eyes, but I couldn’t feel her text message cry. I peeped it through the mirror, it almost seemed 3D, but not forgetting its reality. I turn over on my back and begin to ponder. Did you see the image you portrayed clearly? I thought at least some of the things I was doing was brand new…

I blink twice, hoping that this is a dream and I’m sailing off in the bay out the double standard cell, cell phone free because my hearts hope isn’t for sale. Transcribing feelings through technology shows no emotion, that goes for the smiley as well… So when that door opened up for me. I grasped the shadows of 3 strong women standing tall….with their hands held out, my future blueprinted. Now I can say that my future at hand will be successful. You’ll miss us when we’re gone…

I float high good bye. I will miss y’all

-Leighrick