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
Tag: Earth
4 Elements to Loving You
Water
Overflowing gallantry,
I sip on your wisdom,
tasting your sixth sense,
swallowing your energy;
Hoping to digest reasoning,
and release all animosity.
Air
Spirits as subtle as winds, you are here with me.
Everywhere — I embrace the breeze captivated with your presence.
Throughout mountains, across seas…
Inside me, surrounding trees
I feel blessed
whenever I wake up and am allowed to breath.
Fire
Burn all threads of the elapsed time without one another.
Ignite the flames of our intellect,
The luminosity of your warmth brought to me,
in a dream asleep or in an awakened daze of the day.
My heart-burns,
Why isn’t the joy consecutive in some of these aches?
The only time I’d wish for winter.
Who’d thought rain drops could feel so soothing during the irritation.
Earth
Whom revolves around whom?
We coexist tho we have morphed into one being.
Have the desire to cherish my heart, as you do the memories stored in your brain.
Rest your hand upon my chest to make sure there is always feeling.
Embrace our relationship with arms of understanding.
Fill the seas with our tears…
Fill the desert with our the dirt of our disagreement.
Create
Life.
Revolve Emotions
Rekindle Flames
Relinquish Fears
as I rehabilitate your feelings towards Love.
-Leighrick
Beauty Without its Disguise
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