Tag Archives: Balance

Broken Pedestals

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

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Balance

Balance

Seeking peace aids in the balance and aligning of our chakras. I’m feeling good. I’m practicing mastering my thoughts,and channeling positive energy towards the intentions of my check-ins (among other things). I am feeling an abundance of gratitude and an eagerness to continue to thrive on the forthcoming opportunities. Take the time to create, breathe, and BE. I think it’s time for a revised vision board, bigger this time.
— feeling inquisitive.

Psalms 91

This Morning…

 

This Morning I awoke from a Dream, petrified.

I was sitting in a pew, and was whisked away blindfolded.

 

This Morning…

 

This Morning I awoke from that Dream, petrified.

 

I rose from my slumber, exhausted, confused, and intimidated.

Trying to leave my bed, but it has turned into a swamp.

Drenched in emotions and adrenaline, I drown.

 

This Afternoon…

 

This Afternoon I awoke, and gave truth to the meaning :

“Sleep is the cousin of Death”

I took the leap of faith out of my bed, praying that these wooden floors wouldn’t turn to quick sand.

 

I calm myself.

 

I make myself breakfast for the first time in weeks,

because my brain was suffering from malnutrition.

Not your cliche Food for thought,

but more like the last taste of food before an execution.

 

I ate.

 

Today I woke up with a foreign feeling.

 

It seemed as though God was making a Long Distance phone call to me,

and some how it got intercepted and misinterpreted,

I disconnected myself for all communication, and left the phone off the hook.

Figuring if I silence all my problems, these alien feelings will go back to their homeland of seclusion,

and leave me the hell alone.

 

Only,

My dream became real.

This feelings blinded me with the mirror of my reflection, and like a stork,

they carried me in their mouths and delivered me to the doorsteps of my conflict.

The issues that birthed this misguided monstrosity,

looked down on me,

but like a baby I couldn’t comprehend why I have been apprehended from my tranquility,

a place in which I call home.

 

While present in physicality, yet idle in mind —

The television was no longer poising my mind, but replenishing my conscience.

 

On this journey to meet the problems that created me,

I discover understanding.

 

Something so simple as washing the dishes,

gave knowledge that the things most overlooked consume the biggest life lessons.

 

I stand up and stop kneeling down to these mistakes.

 

I need to regain balance; as the stork was delivering me back to my dormant mind,

it dropped in me a body of water.

 

This afternoon….

 

I awoke leaning up against a wall,

drenched in water, I was cleansing myself of low self-esteem.

As I cleansed my self with a black soaped dove, I felt purity again,

as regret stormed down the drain.

Finished,

The towel, like my love ones soaked up any disbelief of their love for me.

I am clean.

 

I rest.

 

For tonight…

 

Tonight,

The sun is my kiss goodnight.

The birds are my lullaby.

I thought I shut all doors and windows,

but stealthier than the I air breathe,

Insomnia crept up on me and suffocated my pillow with my thoughts.

Wrapped with a blanket of restlessness,

The birds continually ease my soul in to slumber,

and as I fade, the Sun gently kisses my forehead,

My deprivation tucks me in, and I sleep…like a baby,

 

Until a couple of hours pass, and I wake up again

I look out the window, and the Sun has been screaming —

 

I am trying to restore the balance in my life; however right now,

Sleep is not Kin to me; therefore, we’ve become unfamiliar faces.

I just wish these thought clouds of anticipation would precipitate patience.

But,

I cannot just sit around under this umbrella, and wait for dreams to come true.

 

So,

I will reacquaint myself with sleep,

extract love from my dreams,

and deliver myself success

 

 

Beautiful Struggle.

Because the truth is, it doesn’t really matter who I used to be.

Its all about who Ive become. 

 

Next time I will be sure to put my phone on vibrate.

 

-Leighrick