Art – Page 4 – PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION

Inanimate Objects

May 16, 2013March 6, 2014Posted in Dapper Suits, Free Writes, Poetic Renegade, Thoughtful BlurbsTagged Art, Brain Fart, Chasing Dreams, Future, Goals, Illumination, Inanimate, Leighrick, Objects, Online Writing, Poetry, Thoughtful BlurbLeave a comment

My notebook is tapping me on the shoulder asking me to be hugged.

The paper screaming at me wanting to indulge in my thoughts.

Now my pen is crying to the paper, “I just want to be ouched!“

Now my conscience is laughing at me, cause she’s scrambling my thoughts.

I’m trippin’ staring at the ceiling…

“Did my brain just fart?“

My mind is speaking to me, “Leighrick embrace your Art“

Now my feelings “cock-blocking”, cause now I dont even know where to start.

I close my eyes and my futures looking back at me like,

“Come on, I could’ve sworn I gave you a head-start“

I am chasing my future in my dreams

“Boy is this odd“

Now sit back and finish reading, acknowledge me…

“Damn, now that’s ART.”

–Leighrick

Masterpiece

May 15, 2013July 30, 2020Posted in Birth, Pieces of PoetryTagged Art, Equality, Future, Leighrick, Motivation, Movement, Online Writing, Peace, Poetry, Unity, World Peace1 Comment

Paint the face of peace.

White out the traces of hatred.

Highlight respect.

Sing songs of intellect

Plaster over the discouragement of humility.

Dance to the rhythm of equality

Recognize the facade.

Don’t act creativity – live it.

Pasting together actions creating history

Write the motivation of the movement

Photograph the mirror of the future- YOU(th).

Play the instruments of demonstration.

Let the vibrations travel through souls uplifting unity in all.

Speak Love.

Draw lines of tolerance…

Sculpt minds of awareness…molding our revolution.

There is no price on art – art is ones soul.

They say money makes the world go round, but the buck stops here. How much do you cost?…plus tax.

–Leighrick

Just the Pieces

March 19, 2013March 6, 2014Posted in Dapper Suits, Free Writes, Life, Pieces of Poetry, Thoughtful BlurbsTagged Art, California, Food for Thought, Heaven, Hell, Leighrick, Los Angeles, Poetry, Pride, Striving, Thinking out the box, Thoughtful, UnityLeave a comment

Drowning out city sorrows with Hip-Hop Blues.

Death comes in 3s,

My regrets come in 2s,

You only get 1 life to live, so

Which one should I choose?

Tapping my feet to the beat,

Bass bruising my drums.

I wish I remembered when this city was dust.

Sand storms instead of smog infiltrated clouds.

This city has my heart,

My roots intertwining with those of the trees.

I see my city; thinking I cannot look past the trash,

Atlas, I see the Art and its production of people.

I sit back and part the pages in my Notebook.

Jotting down lines that paves ways into memory lanes,

I am consuming pens.

Down to my last two,

Thankfully I’m spared a pencil.

As if living isn’t enough,

Living it to the limit is too much.

If I could sing, I’d write a song

Unfortunately I cant.

All I have are these poems.

Pulling my own weight.

At the same time reaching for the stars,

Living in a World,

Where the leaders are manufacturing sugar-coated lies.

While we’re consuming them, free of charge.

Wondering why our blood cant make it all the way to our hearts.

I have ink in my veins, eyes full of pride.

A heart full of love, soulful cries.

I feel this pain in my chest, in the smokiest skies.

A conscience ahead of the naive,

Who are stuck in lies of the past.

That when they arrive to the present,

Surprise!

My smile is mischievous they tell me.

Only because I know what you don’t see, and see what you disregard.

The sky is soon to be falling, and the ground is now breaking.

Welcome Lost Angelinos,

To the Hell as we know it Home.

We’ve dropped from the Heavens in search of Grape vines.

Instead found bittersweet Cactus’, and the strength in Palm Trees.

Babies Crying.

Men Dying.

Women Trying.

STRIVING.

Constantly admiring the homeless.

While everyone’s stuck in their box,

They keep going.

I’ve never seen anyone fight so hard to live, and be ready to die.

Most times when I walk past them

I tend to swallow my pride.

When I need to ask for a of couple dollars,

Shit, I get mad, Im about ready to cry.

When I see them, if I can I give em mine.

Many are abandoned by Love and by Mind.

Lost the fight to drugs, or did the time for the Crime.

Who am I?

Who are You?

Who could we be together?

These thoughts are just the pieces that made this poem come together.

-Leighrick

Real Life, Still Life

March 9, 2013July 30, 2020Posted in Birth, Dapper Suits, Pieces of PoetryTagged Art, Growth, Individuality, Judgment, Leighrick, Life, Masterpiece, Portrait, Realization, Spiritual Journey, ThoughtfulLeave a comment

Do you ever feel like your art is a person?

Every time I write a piece, I’m painting a self portrait. In the present tense or even as the third person. On the outside looking in — the pain your emerged in.

Hearing a song you never wrote like the artist is someone you grew up with. The happiness you told all your secrets to, but the sadness is holding you hostage.

I always wonder why people try to bargain with death. Its wins eventually, until there’s no one left. Selling dreams of living in clouds, Eternal luxury with no evidence; living for a better tomorrow. That promise isn’t kept.

I live like today is my last, often that’s why it seems I only care about my self.

Who am I kidding?!

I care for everyone else. My heart is a clinic, get in if you fit in, no matter the health. Sympathies nursing sorrows. Empathy injecting psychedelic morrows. Where do I go when I need love? I pull out a cool J and fill my chest like I’m getting lung transplants tomorrow.

When I’m chasing my breath, the loneliness is easier to swallow. Why does everyone want to be understood? Judgment is the mass a murderer. How could you even point your finger at my chest when you’ve never felt my soles?

Non-believers. For whom I hope on Christmas all get coal. I pack pens like heat, cause this world gets cold. Equipped qith a paper machete. Just because you scream “F– The World!” Doesn’t make you bold.

Dark minds, I meditate inhaling white lights to shine upon the spirits journey through my mind. Trying to apprehend my thoughts from the graps of confusion. There’s a hole in my mind, I guess that’s where all the memories go.

A missing piece. Trying to find a peace of mind, so if I don’t remember you, don’t be offended. That’s just called letting go…

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I’m feeling more attached by a cord an some earphones. I’ve know you all my life and look how far we’ve grown, Apart.

This may be the start to a natural disaster. I put the yield sign up, and you chose to keep going. I put up some emotional roadblocks across, but you ignored the caution stories and crossed the lines. Now we’ve come to a complete stop. Feel our foundation shaking beneath us. Is this my fault because I didn’t stunt my growth? I didn’t stop the towing? I came to a fork in the road, it said “You Left ” & “Life Right”.

What else was I suppose to do besides keep going?

This piece can keep going. I’ve only finished the eyes. Those are the windows to peek through if you really want to know me.

But — I’ll finish this Self portrait later. I just wanted to paint the picture, so you could get the point of view as to why I’m struggling growing. And I bet by the time I finish this masterpiece, you still won’t be able to recognize the Real Me.

–Leighrick