All posts by Vigilant Leighrick, Poetic Renegade

About Vigilant Leighrick, Poetic Renegade

I created this blog to share my words with the world, because I write not only for my fellow beings, but for myself as well! Spread Love, Live to Explore, Laugh into Growth, Learn Wisdom Leighrick : Artist.Scholar.Coach

Pass Me, Bye

Hi me!
That’s what I say to the high me.
Who me?
That’s what I ask the new me.
How could you?
Not knowing the past could last forever.

Do you love me?
Pass.
Breaking cycles, fuckin’ up rotation….

Spread Love.
The ambition is contagious.
Motivation in the movement.

Would you like to dance?
Asks the Spirit to the Heart.

This world is everything I forgot.
Nice to meet you…

I am Nostalgia.

-Vigilant Leighrick

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I can’t eat.
I can’t sleep.

I don’t eat…

Eye won’t sleep.

I can break through.

First I need to break
I need a break, though
Eye persevere through the struggles and the pain.

Hidden fears captivate my name.
“I Love You”
Let it roll off the tongue like the blood from a blade.

It gets deep.
The climb to the pinnacle gets steep when the bottom been feelin you.

Point of view – bird’s eye.

Listen – Immerse yourself in your tears
As the rain drowns the interlude.

Perspective – Retrospective

My Life
A Masterpiece,
A beautiful disaster.

Inside flawlessly imperfect
Outside impeccably misleading.

LOOK!
Better yet…
SEE!

Eye keep the light with me like a lantern.
Eye keep the dark in me like an urn.

Death to the Ego.

Don’t look down
Feet are the seeds that refuse leave the ground.
The roots set me free when the seasons change…
Leaves fall far from the tree decorating my quest

Discovering Love – Things Fall Apart
Lost Love is never easily forgotten..

“Surrender!”
“Don’t Say Nuthin’!”

Grammy told me she love’s me.
My Isis sing
“Wake Up!” “Shine!”

Black Thoughts
Black Heart
Black Love.
Traveling Time…

Perspective – Prospective

My Life
A Masterpiece,
A beautiful disaster.

Inside flawlessly imperfect
Outside impeccably misleading.

LOOK!
Better yet…
SEE!

Eye am divine.
Eye am the cosmos.
Eye am alive.

Eye am a Life.
Living – Breathe – Loving – Being

Stretching my palms to the most high
Within a clinch –
This world is mine!
This world in my mind.
You can’t imagine the images that are constantly rerun.

Chasing Dreams.

Visions get tangled with expectations and concealed in doubt.

I’ve been loving people for centuries.
I’ve been looking for a lifetime.

Finally I adore my own reflection…..

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Can’t shake it, but
I c’aint let it break me.
Descending except the ground isn’t a trampoline.

Lioness.
I land standing.
My shadow can’t catch me.

Truth be told –
I’m sick, so as a remedy I spit.
No coincidence.
Leaving traces of influence.
Delegating bars like prisons.

My impatience often wears my pencil thin.
Dressing up creation with shades and vintage fits.
Brown skin flesh, that
Ancient spirits have blessed with the gifts,
My presence is felt through the magic of my wand,
Most people just see as a pen.

No wonder I am Leighrick.

Life ain’t fair, cuz in the end everyone loses to Grimm.
Reap the benefits, live divine.
Using the scythe to dissect images in the mirror.
Pieces of love & residue from drugs.

Luna washed me, upon the shores of compassion.

I am a child of the universe.
I have stars for eyes.
A crown that glows,
Considering yourself uncontrolled or dethroned.

Scared temples hold my mysteries like bones.
I don’t just clean closets,
I renovate homes.

A vagabond left stranded by a false sense of hope.

Never compromise your voice, inspired to be BOLD.

Dream with intentions to manifest, and aspire.

Good Day,
-Leighrick

Life x Infinity

A lifeline of timeless love.
Listening to thoughts.
A Lifetime of memories.
Feelings of pain in pleasure.
Life x Infinity
This light will shine forever.
Define the number of times, we wished we could hit rewind, then get wrapped up in the future.
Practice Presence.
Today is what we have to hold,
A gift held together tight with arms like bows.
What matters is what’s inside, us.
The magic of wisdom, worth more than gold.
The sunsets.
Eyes close.
The sunrises.
Eye lids unfold like the stories whispered in our dreams.

Oooh, how I long to decipher what it all really means…..

-Leighrick

Sore Wings

We’re all flawed beautiful creatures
hiding behind the truth, lying in the sadness
Reality.
Child – children
Wanting to belong, to be held
To remember the feeling of love.
To remember if that feeling was love.
What is love?
Who am I?
What makes us we?
Mistakes get tangled – intuition
Can learning be taught?
How can we learn how to teach?
How to reach others; while holding ourselves —
Steady

Ready for nothing.
Longing for a future
Past today, anxious about tomorrows
The sky is falling, and
My hands are full of
wishes that keep escaping on shooting stars

Nothing even matters…

I am listening with my eyes;
while my ears search for the melody
that has been on repeat.
Identical to a heart beat thats played music many years
Uncountable.
Except by the scars,
Accepting the flaws–
Pulling up roots as I soar
My wings are sore, yet still I rise.
I Fly!
On the ocean-floor, over-seas
Through the stratus clouds,
Thus being
Gliding in the no-thing-ness

Honey, Be

-Leighrick

Broken Pedestals

Don’t lose sight of the light.
I close both my eyes, but
Leave the third one open-wide.
Absorbing and Transforming,
Life is a canvas already been painted on; which color will you use to highlight the accents?
How many ways can I contrast the madness?
We are often too busy adding structure to the broken pedestals that once seated those you placed highly.
Deceived if depth can’t be seen without views of the horizon.
Still can’t hear me yelling – only seeing me naked.
This one really speaks to me…
Eye can’t teach them to listen.
Splatter paint like emotion wherever I go.
The world is my canvas. I create in the shadows.
Wash that mask, under that mask, beneath the skin.
Peel the flesh back like old pages.
This book is blank just like the canvas.
Invisible ink disguised as experience.
Squeeze the color out my veins, and witness the light ooze through pores.
Decorating the pews they are glued to.
Stained with the truth not illustrated on the glass.
Looking out the window is living in the past.
Breaking that window is living.
I’m breaking my silence how trees uproot sidewalks.
I belong in the street.
Driving myself crazy, playing hide-n-go-seek with self-identity.
Don’t be lazy.
Chasing my tears to the waterfall of my dreams.
Flowing…
Now I’m glowing..
I stay woke.

-Leighrick

The Last Train, Until…

Picture ya life on the subway –
Labeled a runaway.
Always taught to chase dreams, but catching them was never imagined.
On the train til infinity, where every malfunction exceeds a boundary.
The sky ain’t the limit, its the ticket.
What’s the difference?
I can see beyond the colors of the prism.
I have touched many moons.
Floating – weightless –
Patient.
Healing myself, still doctoring the wounds from when they severed the ties to my portal.
The only home I’ve known, now it just seems as if love don’t live here no more…
So I roam.
Telling the streets my secrets.
Leaving tattoos when I spit the words penetrate the skin.
The concrete cracks.
A Rose emerges.
The train door closes before I even look back…
I pricked myself on the thorns, I wail as the horn sounds…I realize
My overstanding reality is under attack.
-Vigilant Leighrick

Broken Open

Still in a room,
A broken mirror reflects flawless smiles of all those that once stared before it.
Gleaming eyes looking for themselves in fragments of light.
I can’t yet see through.

Walking…
My tears and the street lights create stained glass.
Looking at memories abandoned in pictures, and the pain that is sheltered, buried, and concealed in temples.

Implicitly.

Shattered and now broken open.

I pick up the pieces with the roughest edges first.
I cut myself — countless times.

It hurts not to scream!
As a child you are taught that silence is comforting,
Explicitly a fools gold, a dastardly violence.

The blood has been contaminated with secrecy.
Life’s own mystery;
What good is the knowledge of hystori if the truth never gets told?

Exposed.
Undressing wounds
I see myself in rare form….beautiful….
Vulnerable.

This bigger picture envisioned is actually a puzzle;
we are each others pieces.
There are no borders, filters, nor frames….
Regardless not everyone fits, still you are..

Limitless…

-Leighrick

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Forget to Remember

To forget is to remember, because you’re always going to make sure you don’t bring up the forbidden. Then it haunts and taunts you, but it’s not really there; though its ever present. On the other hand, you don’t remember, remember you forgot, about that one time you wished was never made a memory.
Now it’s history, playing the leading roll as the extra that shouts during a silent film. Bothersome, a smile is usually a cure, these thoughts are even more minuscule when I laugh.
What’s on my mind? I’ve told you this story a thousand times, or maybe that was the one about when I was 11. I forgot I promised myself I wouldn’t tell anyone, except the first person I see if I ever made it to Heaven.
I was thinking all of this when I was 7. 13 years later, wait…..what was I just writing about? I realize I’m looking in the mirror — wait….what am I crying about?
This isn’t really considered lying, if no one ever knows the truth. It’s not your apologue to pick and choose a heroine! I do what I feel is best, and from experiences we grow and come to gain knowledge.
At a young age wisdom pierced through my gums trying to break the silence, and instead of removing the pain, I embraced it.
I’ve been a victim of violence, I’ve been a master of persuasion. I’ve sacrificed my self for love and repeatedly been heartbroken by patience.
No medication, only Meditation.
On occasions I sit and reminisce about the memories I forget, write about them, and then burn the pages…..
I sit —
damn, what was I going to say again?

-Leighrick