Initations – PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION

Abundance

June 24, 2020Posted in Free Writes, Initations, Pieces of Poetry, Transitional PiecesTagged Abundance, Consciousness, Creative Writing, Growth, Juxtaposition, Leighrick, Loneliness, Poetic Renegade, Poetry, Rebuilding, Transformation, Vigilant LeighrickLeave a comment

Why isn’t being yourself enough for some people?

Even if I could read your mind, what kind of story would you write?

How can we make it right?

Time after time

We’re expiring, wasting moments admiring who I couldn’t be.

I had to stay true to me.

Facing the mirror— a juxtaposition to age won’t crack under the pressure.

A diamond in the hay riddled with needles.

Needless to say,

it’s a safe.

Today

I proclaim my transformation.

Optimistic in my Prime:

Illuminating

Vibrating

Breathing

Healing

Praying

Protecting

Guiding

Shedding

Why is being yourself too much for people?

Vacuums in the space

A swirl of emotion displaced in a Milk Way of consciousness.

I’m black like the cosmos.

The stars look like dragon scales, and the breeze is subtle like hummingbirds.

We are the fruit – knowledge is the nectar.

Why do we have to bury seeds in darkness so they can cherish the sun?

Life without it ain’t nuthin, don’t quit your day job if you won’t give up frontin’.

We live to stunt. We hype the stunts, and

Stunt the runts thirsty for the love.

You the plug.

You the one.

Nourish the mind, body, soul, spirit open to the divine energy;

peacefully surrendering your ego.

Your heart will grow roots, as it attaches itself to your body.

Don’t be sorry, but don’t be surprised.

When we’re ascending there is no baggage rule for the flight.

Sit tight. Stay grounded. Let your soul levitate.

Faith is nonnegotiable.

Being anti-social doesn’t solve loneliness. Keep roaming.

Even without presence your realness can never be denied.

Stay tight. Stay light.

Keep up the,

Love.

-Leighrick

Life x Infinity

November 19, 2015Posted in Free Writes, Initations, Pieces of Poetry, Thoughtful Blurbs, Transitional PiecesTagged Consciousness, Encouragement, Enlightenment, Freewrite, Growth, Leighrick, Light, Online Writing, Poetry, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Unconditional LoveLeave a comment

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

November 19, 2015Posted in Family, Free Writes, Initations, Pieces of Poetry, Transitional PiecesTagged Consciousness, Family, Growth, Heal the Pain, Leighrick, Life, Love, Online Writing, Poetry, Self-Love, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Unconditional LoveLeave a comment

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

November 19, 2015Posted in Family, Free Writes, Initations, Pieces of Poetry, Transitional PiecesTagged Absent Love, Art, Balance, Consciousness, Dysfunctional Families, Emotions, Expression, Family, Feelings, Free Spirits, Freedom, Freedom Portals, Goddess, Grandmother, Growth, Heal the Pain, Healing, Individuality, Influence, Inspiration, Justice, Leighrick, Life, life after death, Life Journey, Light, Lost Children, Love, Motivation, Museum, Online Writing, Peace, Poetry, Poetry in Motion, Positive Energy, Realization, Reflection, Renegade, Sacrifice, Self-Love, Solar Plexus, Soul Poet, Spirit, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Strength, Unconditional Love, Visionary, Wings, Wisdom, WritingLeave a comment

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…

April 30, 2015Posted in Free Writes, Initations, Life, Transitional PiecesTagged Absent Love, Art, Be The Change, Consciousness, Depression, Dysfunctional Families, Emotions, Family, Feelings, Food for Thought, Freedom, Growth, Heal the Pain, Illumination, Inner Self, Insomnia, Knowledge, Leighrick, Life, Life Lessons, Love, Memories, Mental Health, Motivation, nostalgia, Online Writing, Pain, Parents, Poet, Poetry, Questions, Reality, Realization, Relationships, Self-Love, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Strength, Unconditional Love, Vigilant Leighrick, Wisdom, WritingLeave a comment

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

Who Needs Sleep?

April 1, 2014Posted in Free Writes, Initations, Transitional PiecesTagged Consciousness, Food for Thought, Future, Growth, Insomnia, Knowledge, Leighrick, Lotus Pose, Love, Online Writing, Paradox, Passion, Peace, Poetry, Power, Self-Love, Solar Plexus, Soul Poet, Spirit, Spiritual Journey, Spoken Word, Strength, Widsom, Yin and Yang, Yoga1 Comment

Instead of sleeping I think.
Conversing with my Conscience.
rekindling memories and setting ablaze doubts.
I am the smile and the frown, together
Shaping beauty.
Jaded compliments, opening old wounds
Tho deceptive as the skin may be,
The density of my bones, upholds a heavy spirit.
A paradox.
It beams light, and eases darkness.
Breaching the infrastructure of this tale, it’s growing
Rooted so far down the sky becomes the ground, and
My solar plexus houses the blueprints of galaxies.
Invisible to looking eyes.
Tap into the 3rd frequency, and see
Wisdom is heard in the whispers.
Instead of sleeping I think.
Imagining my own colors,
Sanding a frame of sizable impression for masterpieces.
Empathy is kept safe in the right atrium’s, saving what’s left for the ventricles.
I found love on a two way street,
Sitting at the crossroads.
Lotus Pose.
Unlocking the gift to
Be.
Willing…
Knowingly….
Instead of sleeping, I think.

-Leighrick

The Giving Tree

April 1, 2014April 1, 2014Posted in Free Writes, InitationsTagged Blues, Consciousness, Empower, Energy, Faith, Flowers, Freedom, Growth, Jazz, Leighrick, Little Walter, Nature, Online Writing, Orion, Outter Body Exprience, Poetry, Postive Vibes, Self-Empowerment, Self-Love, Soul, Spirit, Spiritual Journey, TreesLeave a comment

The spine is a trunk.
The nerves are vines, draping insides of beings like sound-walls.
Meditation is the freeway to higher learning, of self.
A portal.
This truth is no pyramid scheme;
Judge taste – not people.
Leaves fall resembling coin filled wishes, to the bottom of a pond.
Whose depths are more than seen on surface.
We are all flowers.
The branches of energy are
fruitful, delicate, and sometimes blemished.
Mother’s of the sun birth daughters of stars, with crescent eyes.
Upheld by Orion.
Their voices mocking Little Walter;
Singing blues to the blacks, browns, and all bands of color.
Harmoniously their cries spawn tides, expunging identities.
There is peace lodged in the throats of mutes.
Yoga is poetry in the form sign language.
Exchanging idioms between flexibility and endurance.
This Being –
Firm like a mountain, pose
Still like a tree, yet
a Warrior soul.
…

-Leighrick