Category: Pieces of Poetry

I find this to be pretty Self-Explanatory. These are pieces that do not fall under a specific category..

Space Log – Excerpt 1 : Homecoming

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Space Log – Excerpt 1 : Homecoming

I recently touched down from a not too distant galaxy. I am enthralled by the orbit. It allowed much needed time for reflection. Often times, the asteroids resembled fractures of glass, each one compacted with microscopic still-life images.

I’ve been thinking throughout the journey of this orbit. How great is it when people grow up but never change(?!) [You know?] Their face’s a little more mature, but their smile remains the same. Last night isn’t quiet comprehensible in words. It was one of those, “You had to be there moments”.

Crazy tho — How the majority of life, the conception of your internal self (i.e conscience) and physical being are essentially identical [with the exception of awareness & obvious physical maturation]. Suddenly, an epiphany; the same face you bear in mind and see in baby pictures, then turns into a moment you actually look IN the mirror instead of AT it. Through the pupils and as a pupil, dilating, dissecting, then realizing the person you’ve grown into.

While in orbit the stars form a lane, and the memories, the laughs, the sorrows, transitions into the simplicity of analyzing childhood for what it was. However, still being able to hold on to the analytical perspective of growth, and commonalities of your spirit haven’t changed. They now coincide. You get a sense of fate…perhaps destiny — that “Damn, everything really does happen for a reason” moment. Realizing dreams are not just meant for sleeping.

I relive the memories as toddler, through grade school and on, but I cherish the people who’ve experienced life with me even more.

I look forward to the next time.
Undoubtedly one of the best feelings will always be growing old with you all.

Loggin’ Out.

Until the end,

–Leighrick ♥

Limitations

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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

Ring the Bell

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[Doorbells Rings].

I have too much free time on my hands
So in my coat pockets I sell watches
On the train and at the bus stops.
Teaching myself guitar sitting upon the stars
Strummin’ my instrument just looking for some applause
Maybe a couple bucks, but I’m not looking for a come up
I’m seeking change, I’m not talking loose quarters
Bet two dimes couldn’t catch the knowledge Im kicking.
Bet you they get flipped like test papers once you see how low that grade is.
Fear none but the most high
Not scared of heights, so everyday I take flight
Elevation stipulations require red eyes.
O.M.G I looked down, and I’m shocked at the time !
It’s always moving forward, tho it feels I always seemed to get left behind.
But three lefts are bound to make a right
With these papers bound together all I can do is write.
I stay up 24hrs straight, and at breakfast I pretend that everything’s alright
The facade shadows the darkness of the knight
In kombat
My pen is my sword, so my technique is immortal!
You’re moral less
Trying to be a Hero to these zeroes, but you keep falling in the holes I dig!
I get deep like trenches
Alot of people can’t stand me!
Always keep a stool handy
With one microphone, just in case I’m feelin like Nas.
Whoa sir, your feelings on NOS!
You’re moving too fast, we haven’t gotten out of park.
I like long walls…
That gives us time to talk
Yea talk is cheap, but I’ll always give my 2 sense and pay attention
Subliminal Simping on twitter, but I won’t mention that it’s you.
And this bed Im laying in I made for two.
Until then thoughts of you will have to do to fill the spot in.
As I’m dreaming with my third eye soaking reality in
Living dreams with my chakras open
Positive energy has me feeling omnipotent !
The feelings behind these words have me all choked up, the pain is hard to swallow.
Throw me a lil shade, it may rain on my parade,
but Annie and my phone remind me the sun will come out tomorrow.
I’m just a squirel trying to get some peanut butter f–k a nut
Just trying to jam to my own muse, don’t be jelly, show me love.
Busy wishing the grass on my side is dyed, but respect ain’t just for men
Aretha said it best, I feel no need to spell it out again.
Ain’t no mountain high enough that I ain’t climbing,
Aint no river that I ain’t cried wider than,
And ain’t no valleys more shallow than a California kids
I’m a ’92 riots south central baby,
West side till I die, Tupac saved me!
Death threats and Love notes
HUG life, I dropped the T – now Im
Shooting arrows into hearts,
Cupid owes homage to me!
no B’s, C’s, only G’s
Not the type to rock some BCBG
but I’ll macklemore a thrift store, and cop like 3 Tees for $5 each
I got $20 in my wallet
A pocket full of tokens
And some hope full of pride that’ll send me chasing after doors left open !
Opportunity knocks…

To be continued

-Leighrick

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