Creations of Love

Feed off your emotion – a mixture for one of the sickest potions.
Cough syrup gotcha leanin’ on my shoulder.
Carrying weight all the weight on my back, like I’m an ocean.
Wave at the past while I’m running through what’s approaching.
Damn man, time moves fast.
Just watch as the leaves transition to green.
Who say’s money doesn’t fall off trees?
The I air breathe is about to cost me,
Body can’t process the food, it’s so insulting.
Water getting drier than machines.
Who got the WD40?
Pardon me for spilling the oil, but I’ve been impartial.
The type to bring panthers to a party.
Poetic renegade, riot if we have to.
Keep fighting to keep the dream alive,
What’s a coma to the patient?
Locked and loaded with some comas, hold that thought
until I finish my sentence.
You just became the eyewitness and the victim.
Pigs leaving our hoods in critical condition.
Trigger finger ithcin’, scratchin backs with knives.
Closing schools, parks, and libraries
So all they can do is play inside.
Virtually embodying a solider with only murder on the mind.
No matter sin or color, in all the darkness
The youth is walking blind.
Sprinkle some light and shower love.
Give that stranger a smile, if you’re skeptical to hug.
You hold the book of faces, but you’re make up aint that good.
Shifting through my diction, but pretty soon I’ll be out this world.
There’s a universe inside me, and you
Don’t be so afraid to look.
Adam came from an atom, so
we’re all creations of love.
Not trying to pass judgment, but those thought sound kurupt.
Walking down death row.
This language is crucial, universal
Instrumentation playing symphonies of malnutrition.
Feed the third eye sight, and stop looking.
Stop all that hearing, and listen.
Pay attention, but don’t sell your soul.
Ya feet were meant to get dirty, so embrace ya milestone.
Be weird.
Love Earth you walk on, break down the concrete stairs.
Reach the pyramids through prayer, but you still gotta use ya hands.
-Leighrick

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This Must Be Hail…

I’m feeling a bit under the weather.
Drank half of my fifth, while
The night sky is quilted by stars,
I’m drifting with the liquids,like
A message in a bottle.
Which contains a map,
In its contents, a couple of letters
That lead me straight to you.
X marks the spot, but
We believe our future will last,
Beyond our imaginations.
I dream to love you in so many different languages, looking in hopeless places.
I’ve had you and lost you,
All within the same time.
I wished I would’ve looked over my shoulder,
Instead of trying to hide my tears.
I try not to act scared,but
All while acting fearless,I’m feeding the fear.
These are no longer sirens,these are battle cries.
Scared of that being the last I’d get to hold you,
In this war of the worlds,
I now walk these streets alone…remembering–
How you were once here. We shared the same air.
The same breathes you took away – this city
Captured in your spirit,and now you’re everywhere but here.
I said I feel a little under the weather,
This must be hail.
Ooooo but heaven is only some miles away,
I see it in your stares.
You smile and it give me life, maybe twice…
If this was according to my plan.
I don’t want to hurt you, but know the scars are still there.
Tender.
We all have flaws,we see the ones we choose to.
Become infatuated with the imperfections we are use to.
In flight,on a search for your reassurance
I’ve arrived at the beach, found our laughs buried in the sand.
Your touch pressed in the waves on my skin,
Revitalizing.
It’s hard to be with you, without you.
I would rather be alone together.
-Leighrick

Moon’s Letter to the Sun – Shawn Price

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Sun…
Shine your Light on me,
Bless me with your presence,
For I’ve been following and looking for your glow around this earth forever,
I mean, I do get close sometimes,
And everytime I get blue we might get in eachother’s way and meet paths without knowing,
But I’m sick of all that…

Sun…
Let’s meet up,
Let’s connect
But not in a eclipse,
In the Galaxy’s greatest kiss,
Be down to rise with me,
Sincerely the Moon…

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Need to be Unhappy?

Source of Inspiration

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Do we need to be
unhappy, to suffer,
feel fearful, desperate?

Am I uncaring of the
starving children, mindless
wars, dashed dreams
because I pause to watch
the puppies nuzzle their
mother, to smell the bread
baking? Must I be miserable
until all the difficulties
of life are resolved?

Is being fully present
really indifference?
Must I be forever vigilant
of the miseries of mankind?
I think not.

I want to be so connected
with each moment that
I can even savor that
final breath, that sigh
of the soul as it completes
this cycle and moves on.

How precious is this life
rich with wonder
so holy that even the
darkest moments are
filled with the Light
of God’s Love.

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Who I Am

Source of Inspiration

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I am the turtle
basking in the sun
dragon fly hovering
above lilly pads
trees swaying in
morning breezes
now a rock, now a stone
patchwork fields
star strewn skies
clouds floating by
I am all
parts of Creation
and what is Creation
but manifestations
of God
therefore I am
you are
we are
manifestations
of God

Can I hate my toe
cut off my hand
resent my leg
would be foolish, indeed

Accepting, cherishing
enjoying being part of
is the only thing
that makes sense.
It’s just that simple.

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Wrinkled Rappers

You’re a rapper
You think you’re gifted

I’m a legend, and I get lifted

Cows believe my bullshit
But a shark knows a whale ain’t a fish.

Suspect suspicion,
Exposed like an open can of “Whoop Ass”
Oh No! – My Lib is Mad
Ludacris.

The pity.
City on my shoulders.

I don’t lace tracks,
I spit roller coasters.

Look who’s talking now!
No John Travolta.

Easy Peasy,
It isn’t easy to please me.
I’ll give it to you, but no freebies

Listen — Pay attention

Strange clouds,
Hidden in the fragrance of trees

Fire! Fire!

I’m a lover not a fighter,
I hate the Heat.
I Love Summer
Knight me,
I’ll slay the king.

With one shot
No bullets.
Just words.

By any means necessary….

Shower me with blessings when I sneeze!!

-Leighrick

Coroner on the Corner

This one here is for
The little boy in the corner,
The little boy on the corner,
The little boy in the coroner,

The man in the mirror is
some bodies little boy, somebodies little boy.

Crying shame,
Try Finding strength.
Crying bullets, not in range, but enraged.
No tears at all, because no bodies there to catch them
Nobody is here to listen.

Foreign to intuition.
Imperiled by institutions.

You said you had my back, but them you caught me with a knife.

This one here is for
The little boy in the corner,
The little boy on the corner,
The little boy in the coroner,

The man in the mirror is
some bodies little boy, somebodies little boy.

Idle body.
Absent mind.
Hidden in the darkness.
Played follow the leader and was misguided.

This is for you kid!

All through life you grow up hearing,
“Don’t do anything stupid”
But in every experience you obtain knowledge.

Lend them your soles to walk in, so
They may feel the exhaustion, and
Be aware of the mileage.
Only look back to see how far you’ve come, then
Keep moving forward.

This one here is for
The little boy in the corner,
The little boy on the corner,
The little boy in the coroner,

The man in the mirror is
some bodies little boy, somebodies little boy.

Life seemed so simple, when you use to play with toys
Now some of these toys make a much different noise.
That can take time away in the form of lives.
That cannot be reborn, because this is not a video game.

A spectator let loose in a playas game..

This one here if for
The little boy who needs his mamas kiss,
The little boy who needs his fathers attention.
The little boy who yearns for love and affection.

From the cradle to the grave

Pour out a little liquor, keep swallowing the pain.

this little boy looking in the mirror trying to teach himself to be a man.
How to withstand the loneliness by himself, looking for a shoulder to lean on.
The ridicule of the free man telling him to jump, but he knows
Deep inside he hasn’t felt his wings growin’.

Be in control of emotions.
Retain focus.
Push yourself and you may be able to help someone else,
Keep going.

Life is a test of your patience and gratefulness.

King your time will come.
Build your empire with wisdom
Your heart of gold will make your bloodline rich.

This one here is for
The little boy in the corner,
The little boy on the corner,
The little boy in the coroner,

The man in the mirror is
some bodies little boy, somebodies little boy.

All the tears you accumulated are meant to,
Get you through the hardships.
Establish relationships.
Discover true friendship.
Your battleship is sacred.

This one here is for
The little boy in the corner,
The little boy on the corner,
The little boy in the coroner,

The man in the mirror is
some bodies little boy, somebodies little boy.

Smiling.

til Kingdom-come.

-Leighrick

Sugar Honey Ice Tea

If loving you is wrong, then I want to be right, cause I heard opposites attract, and I know it’s true because when I was in the dark you were my light. Like iced tea, and batteries. Two negatives only make a positive when they are multiplied, but I’m not ready for children. So until then instead of hearing me, I ask you to listen.
Leighrick

Lazy Lids

Holding up lazy lids are tired eyes.
Behind the tired eyes is a racing mind.
In the being of a mental giant.
Who isn’t compliant, but vigilant.
Their weakness is their strength.
Love.
the scent sweeter than flowers,
Attracting caterpillars,
Digesting laughter that melts deep into the stomach and gives life to butterflies.
In an instant these feelings can corrode the heart.
Too many smiling faces, can’t seem to tell them apart.
Unless its by the role they’ve assumed, now you’ve become the ass, but never wanted to play in the first place.
Ain’t nothing wrong with losing….sometimes.
Leighrick