Vigilant Leighrick, Poetic Renegade
I find this to be pretty Self-Explanatory. These are pieces that do not fall under a specific category..
You’ve been there. I’ve been there. People long to be there, but who wants to leave? People run away from love. People chase love. In essence, it’s all on the same track. Hard to tell who is sprinting and who is fleeing. They’re all chasing it without knowing who’s in front. Whose chasing who and who’s is running away?
–Leighrick
Its Funny.
Funny to that, we think.
We think our ideas are unique.
Out of the millions among us,
living and deceased.
We think of ourselves as the
Definition of Originality.
What he thought was clever,
the next man thought of it as a joke,
What this woman’s been dreaming of,
many elder women already wrote.
So if you’re thinking to get ahead,
You’re already behind.
Instead think enrichment,
because all the riches in the world,
can’t buy you enlightenment..
There is a reason.
There are resolutions.
If only,
U – N – I
Unite,
Hence forming an
Union,
In which
WE
Utilize
Agility & Love.
Therefore,
The retrogression of our development will cease.
The blind will then see,
The dead will bury the dead.
Thus the evolution will occur.
Spiritual & Mental.
So you tell me,
What do you think this piece is about?
-Leighrick
I love to wake up and see you through the mirror, and smile when you see me.
The way the light from the sun compliments your legs hanging out from the covers.
When you toss the phone as the alarm start to buzz, it makes me giggle because you sleep with your watch on so you always know the time.
Yet your still late to wake up.
When you rise it’s like a time lapse of a flower blooming.
Beauty stretching its strength.
Shit, I even love you when your morning breath stinks.
Who’d thought,
Rather who would think
That id wake up this morning, and write a poem about me
-Leighrick
When in doubt —
I will write.
I will write until there is no more ink left to fill the pens,
Nor led to be dispensed.
I will write until our civilization rids of all the trees leaving no more paper, instead
I will write until every letter falls off the keyboard.
I will sneak into the streets at night, creeping up buildings , and knocking out cameras
all to paint the city with my words.
I am a Writer.
I am right even when I am wrong,
because I understand my imperfections have made me flawless.
I AM A WRITER.
Even when I am wrong,
so if you’re afraid…stop reading,
Because I will write your story,
and I will tell it so right, it’ll make you look to the left in astonishment,
because you’ve told me nothing of your past, presents, or prayers for the future.
If the writing is on the wall,
I am in every text
I am every synonym, acronym , and homonym —
Trying to right my own history,
If you come aboard her story,
We shall soar like the brothers.
Only wingless, but high in spirits
I wont stop writing even when there is no longer a source of light to illuminate my message.
I wont stop writing even when I’ve used every word in every dictionary.
I wont stop until you fully understand my accuracy.
I AM RIGHT.
Thus,
I am Leighrick.
A bouquet of aroma,
flowers rolled up behind my ears
I think
a blaze could break this silence.
Hazy visions,
I see through the past, into the shadows, and past the smoke.
Not a cloud in the sky.
Take me high..
Chiefin, but this tipi is the temple of my pride.
Im self conscious about my conscience.
As I inhale the self of this esteem,
My feet raise above the ground,
Kissing Mother Earth goodbye, as I am thanking God for her medicine, that temporarily cures everything.
I reach to grab a couple stars.
Ive puffed my bed of clouds, and now I shall lay in it.
Friends and kin are passers by,
Is it healthy to idolize a drug, because its ugliness is perceived as beauty?
Looking out from glossy eyes, into a smudge mirror,
I see my self, clearly, clear eyes, realize that clearly these real lies only deceive the outsiders.
The truth and the beauty are within, the pain.
Is it wrong to think Im loved?
I hold it in longer, and longer, and
The taste just seems to kiss my lips, so sweetly.
Do you know the feeling?
Do you feel the same?
When the stress gets thicker, as does the smoke.
Often I am the lone star, in Life’s game,
Does this make us teammates?
If true, I’ll assist you, then hit the Swish-er, and make it count
down
3-2-1
Blast Off.
–Leighrick
No Sleep makes me feel anxious.
Am I anticipating life, is this dangerous?
Certain thoughts keep replaying.
Falling asleep in 30min increments.
I now understand why sleep is the cousin of death.
Maybe that’s why I’m afraid? T
he explanation of so many nights spent wide wake?
Regret must be the kin as well.
I attempt to adopt Confidence.
Never think your too good for your past it shaped you?
[ Fuck That ! ]
Trying to ignore these sleepless nights,
every thing is fake; like that one day of the year in April.
That’s it !
My minds playing tricks on me again, and has the seasons confused.
This is winter, hibernate…?
Retracing steps back, to clean up tarnished dreams.
Instead my mind is freezing; because the blood I’m pumping is really cold,
I’d say about below 0°.
My eyes open wide shut, paralyzed…
Stuck — trying to define my own destiny.
Trying — to convince myself its not my baggage?
Its not my fault?
—
I didn’t deserve it?
Visions pretty foggy; the sun stopped shining.
I know a change is gone come,
I just don’t know if I can wait for it.
I gotta find a peace of mind;
How do I do that when I’ve lost a piece of my mind?
People talk about a race against time?
I am in a race to get mine —
Forget the paper chase, I fucked around and lost my mind.
Sometimes I feel like grabbing a piece, throwing the peace, then disappearing.
Lost in time, lost in feelings, it seems I’ve lost my touch.
I cant feel the peace within me, just pressed against me.
Shoot all thoughts of negativity that associates itself with me.
But —
I sit back and cool down.
Shaded in the background.
Summer will make its way around eventually.
No sleep makes me feel anxious…
Maybe I’m asking too much?
Maybe just a nap will do.
If only I had one wish…..
Unfortunately, Life is repetitive.
I’m no longer giving a “Fuck”, but I was generous enough to give you this poem to reflect on.
-Leighrick
I just wanted to write something simple and save the complex reading to the magazines. I fiend for my dreams, yet it seems I am always a dollar short. Trying to contort these words in to phrases that resonates in deaf ears and describes life to those without the ability to see. The world just ain’t black and white, especially during the spring. When it’s cool to laugh at fools, and the shine from the sun isn’t hiding when mother is crying. The moon walks the earth, and stars are being shot for no cinematic reason. Reasoning is for the weak, I only reason once a week, because its either do or die where I’m from. It may sound cliche, but in south central there’s no in between. No room for contemplating. I’ll have seconds with that thought, you may be still be complicating. Con fused [with] revolutionary. Street smart so you can call my pieces maps instead of literary. Subliminal messages that go deeper than submarines, wouldn’t go to war for oil, but you just might lose one for this ink. Conflicting popular belief this Life shit ain’t really about me, its for the ones with their heads up questioning me. Like, WHY DOES THE WORLD KEEP BREAKING MY HEART! My 5 year old best friend screams. Already learning that love is unconditional but today and tomorrow isn’t everlasting. Cartoons and cereal, with no milk, and suddenly you learn problem solving just trying to eat. Seriously, what does all this even mean? You keep adding only for it to be subtracting what you really need. What is it that we really need? I keep looking for the truth, because I kept getting told it’ll set me free. I feel myself getting old, I think this is all apart of mental slavery. We need healing, but have to give our life savings just for a Doctorate Degree? FUCK THAT. All i need is Hempathy. I criss-cross applesauce my legs, inhale the light, exhale the darkness and let my ancestors speak. I know I’m touching on a lot of subjects, something like the SAT, so avoid me if you like but that wont help you succeed. All you want is the money, the cars, and the clothes, but the money cant buy you tape to patch the holes you get from trying to escape. There is no debate about it I am a cold one, I wouldn’t give 2 fucks if they jumped in my lap in the form of a child and asked me to hold them. Welcome to the mind of a giant disguised as Yoda.
–Leighrick
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