Illumination – Page 2 – PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION

The Declaration of Inception

March 19, 2013March 6, 2014Posted in Illumination, Pieces of PoetryTagged Ambition, Believing, Illumination, Leighrick, Poetry, Reality, Renegade, ThoughtfulLeave a comment

They know I’ll never give up,

instead they’re coming for my dreams.

Dream Killers on the hunt for me.

I stay fighting,

while your thinking it’s amusing I don’t sleep.

Insomnia’s no hobby.

I’m praying asking to be looked over,

it happens some days, but honestly

some days being grateful slips to the back mind.

Along with other thoughts, I care not to bring to the light.

I’ve only experienced 20 years of being Human,

but that’s easily forgotten, many have been given much less time to comprehend.

Who knows, they could’ve had bigger dreams than mine before permanently being laid to rest.

Either way I’m learning by living.

Their Hate,

Serenading my ambition.

Sending bombs to no mans lands,

A part of my mind that shouldn’t have be penetrated.

With an annex to my heart, and a well to the pit of my soul.

I stand guard at the pinnacle.

Pens cocked like assault riffles, verbal grenades, bazooka mics, and adjectives shaped like pocket knives.

Leighrick, Poetic Renegade.

I am protecting my aspirations,

acquiring strength through the trails & tribulations.

Cant close my eyes, but

at the same time

I’m trying to secure my visions.

Its already challenging to handle the taunts of temptation.

Mirages of freedom, a depleted cold world,

The sun keeps my heart warm, and I’m not thirsty yet.

I’m just trying to [be]Live my dreams, but

if they’re on a steady hunt to shoot em down —

then….shit,

I gotta make My Dreams, My Reality.

–Leighrick

Take Me to Your Future

March 12, 2013March 6, 2014Posted in Illumination, Pieces of PoetryTagged Food for Thought, Forgiving, Future, Illumination, Individuality, Judgment, Leighrick, Poetry, Power, Self-Love, Spiritual Journey, WealthLeave a comment

My mind is racing. My shoulders are heavy from the burdens I carry from the past.

Memories are forever, there is no altering longevity.

Currently I find myself tip-toeing backwards while the future is whispering, “come to me“.

I have to be all I can be, except I find myself at delinquencies doorstep.

Throwing boulders through glass; unfortunately this is my dream house.

Who dared to arouse these feelings of superiority?

Mistakenly believing I control my fate, and can wooo it in to falling in love with destiny.

My days are challenged by just waking up, ironically I refuse to lay down.

Often when I think there’s nothing left to say, I tend to repeat myself.

The same message, with some different words, and a similar rhythm to a piece you may have heard.

—

Understand

You don’t have to listen to me, like my style, or quote every line;

However,

I do ask that you feel apart of what I write, because I rather not use my hands to touch you.

I’d much rather let my words set in place for the feast your will devour.

Served with sweet dreams, soulful auras , a breast sided with pieces of my heart, and a wholesome mind — all catered to you on a silver platter.

While you’re asking questions, like

“what’s that pink matter?”

“what’s the grey matter?”

Answering your questions with my curiosity.

“Why does color even exist?”

Blessings in disguise.

Would there be judgements if we weren’t aware of the color of wealth?

Would the word savage exist?

Once I was asked, “What is Power?”

I balled up my fist and raised my arm. I am Power in it’s fullest existence.

You can seek my name in a dictionary, but you would fail at discovering a definition.

No image is worthy enough to moderately depict this.

This being the reason I create masterpieces with writing instruments.

Judgements are endlessly passed. I’m intrigued by the witnesses.

Every prosecution plead to the 5th.

In life every one makes mistakes — I’m just tired of defending it.

What is “It” ?

It is who I am, what I want, and how I plan to become accomplished .

Tho when I do,

Forgiving will be the death of me because Forgetting is despair.

-Leighrick

Reoccuring Dream

March 9, 2013March 6, 2014Posted in Illumination, Pieces of Poetry, Thoughtful BlurbsTagged Illumination, Insomnia, Labels, Leighrick, Sleep, Thoughtful BlurbLeave a comment

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

Limitations

March 1, 2013March 6, 2014Posted in Illumination, Life, Pieces of Poetry, Transitional PiecesTagged Leighrick, Online Writing, PoetryLeave a comment

Who here is familiar with Limitations? Who here has been told you cant, but wont stop? Believers never die, due to broken dreams we often cry. I remember being told in song ‘the sun will come out tomorrow’, but what if today doesn’t last? I remember being shown to ‘dance in the rain’, but what if I cant dance? I remember being told to ‘follow your dreams’, but what if I don’t wake up?…Ending the story in the beginning will make you take a second look.

High hopes praying before the leap of faith.

Don’t look down.

Below

Bellows of unhappiness erupt from the bellies of beasts.

When you jump, they try to grab hold of your feet.

Not to take a walk in your shoes, their aim is defeat.

To bring you down and have a feast.

On what you only know as ambition, but to them it’s sweet.

Something not come across to often, so when they smell it

These sharks turn into leech.

Bottom feeders.

Don’t look down.

Hold on to the branches of the trees.

Make the plank you walk across, but

Aim to fly and not to dive, cause you’ll sink.

If you rely on fans, cool will be your only degree.

With no dimensions to you,

one square out of the whole Rubiks.

Can’t tell you what to do, but

I know that if you never stop believing the dreams come true.

Even after you.

Believers never die, whosoever believes it lives in them too.

Where are you in life right now?

The reflections on you.

Whether mirror, water, picture, or portrait.

I’m asking you.

Your vision can’t speak.

Your ears can’t breathe.

Your heart can’t think.

Your brain can’t eat.

That’s what they’re thinking.

Hear what I’m saying.

You can see your thoughts before your speak em.

Ears may not breathe in, but every breathe inhaled…hearing that should be inspiration.

Hearts act upon emotions, those thoughts manifest in feelings.

And if brain’s aren’t fed, that explains the malnutrition of their beings.

So turn your back, and step off your comfort level

Fall through the stars.

Floating on clouds until your Spirit sprouts wings.

They’ll want to follow your lead.

Every rock cast you use as a stepping stone.

There is no limit to the top,

its called the top cause there’s always room to get stepped on.

That’s why you aim for your highest.

to be continued..

-Leighrick