Category: Dapper Suits

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Love and Hate : Same Difference

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You’re the bread winner,

How long are we going to eat bread for dinner?

You’re bringing home the bacon, but the pigs getting slimmer.

Money trees are the perfect place for shade…

You lost that seed didn’t ya?

Chop down trees for presidents.

The fact that they are dead is irrelevant.

They’re still giving life to zombies and happiness in settlements.

Call me names if you may, but its only more inspiring.

I’m a gold digger, through your eyes I’m tunneling.

Discovering a heart of gold, even the foolish know that’s heaven sent.

The thought of this often makes me relentless.

As I sit faced the vanity applying more lipstick.

I once owned a heart with a royal yellow shade.

Until I lost the first place to my love.

Only now to have been compensated and replaced with a bronze chipped hemorrhaging organ.

The sensation of love will revive my failing organs, because Gold doesn’t bend nor break.

It doesn’t fold under the pressures similar to a Diamond, but with more blood and a less cleaner slate.

Longing to feel renewed is the feeling I can’t escape.

So I ask —

“How much do you have to love love in order to hate it?

Do you have to be aware of love to know the feeling of hatred?”

A strong dislike towards the life you show you live.

I see no hues

I see no blacks, whites, brown, oranges, reds or yellows.

A fool sees green in Gold.

I see love in the energy of a being.

I’ve met people who are transparent,

They couldn’t begin to get past accepting my opacity…

In saying this,

I cannot first put my foot back to move forward.

Instead I walk in place, at a pace that is easy to catch.

I knew I hated treadmills for a reason.

I keep walking with no direction, always seemingly moving forward…like time.

Year around while the leaves fall from trees, and the snow melts, and the sun belches heat waves..

I’m awaiting love like tis’ a season.

Flavorful honey smothered chuckles to sweeten the rain.

Cloudy eyed storms that don’t take heed to damage, but at the same time force change.

Making your bread soggy and your bacon salty.

A fool sees love in money

A sucker feels love in pain.

But —

What’s the difference between rain drops and snowflakes?

–Leighrick

Reoccuring Dream

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      I’ve been having this reoccurring dream, that keeps waking me up. My heart feels weak, beating slowly, and my stomach hurts. I sat up in my bed, and my head began to pound. I laid down again. I worried myself to sleep, but I worried so much I woke myself up an hour later. I cant explain the feeling, all I know is that I hated it. I suffer every minutes I am awake. I still haven’t come up an with an explanation for it.

      I feel that way with my emotions; I just have no control over it. Before I go to sleep, I feel like my heart stopped for quite a little bit. I think the insomnia is f— with my head. It’s like I cant think straight anymore. I feel unfocused. Sort of like all my jackets need to be straightened. Left with the inability to dream, I feel like the epitome of the living dead.

      My nose bled a little bit. Since I was child sometimes it does that, but in the mirror all i see is red. Oddly enough it’s my favorite color. I don’t know if it’s the law of attraction, or if I am being haunted. Life gets even more real the less I sleep. I don’t want to go to the doctor because all they’ll do is label me.

-Leighrick

Give a Little Light

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      Can you shine a little light on me? When my days are rainy, and my hearts feeling cold. Would you shine a little light one me? You may not know me, but when we’re strangers on the streets could you smile at me instead of scolding.

      I need your soul to glow when my eyes get low, and my head drops down. Your laugh would heal the pain of not having someone to hold. Be Bold.

      When my tears fall through the pillow, would you catch them with your ears? Hear my agonies silent echoes sulking in the dim hallway. Please just ring the doorbell and say “Hi” to me.

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       Should I beg now? Please shine a little light one me! When I cant see past the smoke, I need a bit of guidance. You haven’t met me at my finest, but God isn’t finished with me yet.

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      So are you going to shine a little bit light on me? Because my light is kind of faint. Just fill my cup halfway, and I’ll take it from there. You’ll see that this little light of mine, I’m gone let it shine. You’ll see millions of souls will radiate when they hear me, because I hear them.

      I was them. I am them? Please, would you shine a little light one me; because I want to help heal the pain…

Thanks,

–Leighrick

Wings Under Tailored Suits

Sidewalk Secrets

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The City never sleeps. The reason they envy the stars so much, is because the real ones seem so out of reach. Each I see I try to teach.

I want to be remembered in every encounter. Post it my history. I post up posters of eyes, andI hope they see -They cant hide.They cant be lowkey. In order to see change, the change you must be. Like the ones on the street are beggin for; While your on your way home to eat.

I cant say I’m complete, tho Im in competition with those whom are elite. My smile is their displeasure, I insipre those I meet. My soul gives off an energy stronger than a Rockstar drink,– you wont crash.

Take a flight with me. Sprout wings and see the planet in the prospective of the universe. Bodies steady leaving this earth in a hearse not even a proper burial.

I’m just trying to be reimbursed in my actions by actually knowing what its worth. I dont know where to end, but i know Ive started it when I was destined.

 

-Leighrick

 

I wrote this for a good friend of mine [Daniel L.]; he took this picture below. He asked me to write a piece to go along with his picture, total freedom ! and Sidewalk Secrets came to be!

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Introducing Leighrick!

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This is a snippet of my interview for the HipHop Showcase I will be preforming at this March 22, 2013! Flow & Tell 5 is a HipHop showcasing implementing the 4 elements of HipHop, DJ’ing/Producing, Emcee, B-Boy, and Graffiti! The show is from 8pm-2am at the Airliner in Downtown Los Angeles, CA Hosted and Created by rapper Abstract Rude! This Flow And Tell is dedicated to the Gorgeous Ladies of HipHop !

Love at First Sight

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I had a dream. Now don’t get me wrong I am no King, but I’ve discovered the Queen within. Last night, I almost got stuck in my dream. I was caught up with the future me. Who was essentially teaching me a couple of helpful things.

When I first fell asleep she appeared, and I blurted out, “Hello Beautiful!”. Only seeing her phantom; a physique fit of stanzas. The closer she approached the more she seemed divine. She had a smile that amplified the grace in the dullest room. It was as if she was draped in sonnets, she herself was a Haiku.

Grabbing my hand we transcended through memories, thoughts, emotions,and ideas….We arrived. Our destination concealed. As we’re starring out from breathtaking elevations, it was silent. The lesson of the moment spoke in volumes of energy.

It’s as if I had too many– too many dreams. This experience made the impossible seem possible. I saw the path I started. I am living proof of how far I’ve come, and now I’m standing here with what will be.

She held me in the cusp of her arms next to our heart. By that I mean, she held the me I was as a child. Singing– I don’t remember my voice ever being so inspiring. I didn’t want to leave. She had yet to show me what she’s accomplished, only who she has become.

I fell in Love. There was this surge of energy throughout my body, like my heart was replenished. And after such rejuvenation — I woke up.

All this time I’ve felt crushed thinking Love left me, I was thoroughly mistaken. Last night, before the tears rolled off my face she raised my chin. I found Love again, in her eyes.

–Leighrick

Willing Love

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My eyes have opened. My mouth has closed. My ears are tuned in.

You got me focused In this moment, I can’t move, only stare.

Play a game of truth, if we dare. How bout two truths and a lie?

I’m falling for you. I’m on the ground. I don’t know how I got here.

I only know I don’t want to leave, like the branches from the trees when Autumn comes around.

Unaware of where we’re going, I just know I’m with it if your with it.

I don’t mean to be blunt, but I can take you higher, if your willing?

In this room feeling boxed in; however there’s no ceiling. Just mirrors.

I paint the picture, not brave enough to be detailed, but I know you see the image. Like when you fall asleep and dream, yeah I know that I be in ’em.

Chasing thoughts, you try to hide, instead I’m conquering your vision. Trying to cease your emotions, they’re so deep I can swim in them. If I start drowning, does that mean I’m the reason your feeling them?

All those bad memories am I killing them? Like there’s a reason you didn’t meet me first, then you wouldn’t know this feeling then.

Love doesn’t come easy not even when it leaves. Stick with me and you’ll know when it comes it’ll never leave.

Willingly,

–Leighrick