Vigilant Leighrick, Poetic Renegade
The best pieces come from broken smiles.
Once it’s complete the peace burst through so painfully.
Why does happiness feel so uncomfortable?
Strange Fiction.
Gathered ‘round telling stories
Gentle whispers brush up against me, and remind me I’m not here to stay.
I don’t decide when to leave.
Trapped & Safe
Wasting away like time
Everyone believes still no one understands
Knowing what’s in front of them is just another moment they’ll forget.
-Leighrick
Can’t shake it, but
I c’aint let it break me.
Descending except the ground isn’t a trampoline.
Lioness.
I land standing.
My shadow can’t catch me.
Truth be told –
I’m sick, so as a remedy I spit.
No coincidence.
Leaving traces of influence.
Delegating bars like prisons.
My impatience often wears my pencil thin.
Dressing up creation with shades and vintage fits.
Brown skin flesh, that
Ancient spirits have blessed with the gifts,
My presence is felt through the magic of my wand,
Most people just see as a pen.
No wonder I am Leighrick.
Life ain’t fair, cuz in the end everyone loses to Grimm.
Reap the benefits, live divine.
Using the scythe to dissect images in the mirror.
Pieces of love & residue from drugs.
Luna washed me, upon the shores of compassion.
I am a child of the universe.
I have stars for eyes.
A crown that glows,
Considering yourself uncontrolled or dethroned.
Scared temples hold my mysteries like bones.
I don’t just clean closets,
I renovate homes.
A vagabond left stranded by a false sense of hope.
Never compromise your voice, inspired to be BOLD.
Dream with intentions to manifest, and aspire.
Good Day,
-Leighrick
We’re all flawed beautiful creatures
hiding behind the truth, lying in the sadness
Reality.
Child – children
Wanting to belong, to be held
To remember the feeling of love.
To remember if that feeling was love.
What is love?
Who am I?
What makes us we?
Mistakes get tangled – intuition
Can learning be taught?
How can we learn how to teach?
How to reach others; while holding ourselves —
Steady
Ready for nothing.
Longing for a future
Past today, anxious about tomorrows
The sky is falling, and
My hands are full of
wishes that keep escaping on shooting stars
Nothing even matters…
I am listening with my eyes;
while my ears search for the melody
that has been on repeat.
Identical to a heart beat thats played music many years
Uncountable.
Except by the scars,
Accepting the flaws–
Pulling up roots as I soar
My wings are sore, yet still I rise.
I Fly!
On the ocean-floor, over-seas
Through the stratus clouds,
Thus being
Gliding in the no-thing-ness
Honey, Be
-Leighrick
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
Picture ya life on the subway –
Labeled a runaway.
Always taught to chase dreams, but catching them was never imagined.
On the train til infinity, where every malfunction exceeds a boundary.
The sky ain’t the limit, its the ticket.
What’s the difference?
I can see beyond the colors of the prism.
I have touched many moons.
Floating – weightless –
Patient.
Healing myself, still doctoring the wounds from when they severed the ties to my portal.
The only home I’ve known, now it just seems as if love don’t live here no more…
So I roam.
Telling the streets my secrets.
Leaving tattoos when I spit the words penetrate the skin.
The concrete cracks.
A Rose emerges.
The train door closes before I even look back…
I pricked myself on the thorns, I wail as the horn sounds…I realize
My overstanding reality is under attack.
-Vigilant Leighrick
Still in a room,
A broken mirror reflects flawless smiles of all those that once stared before it.
Gleaming eyes looking for themselves in fragments of light.
I can’t yet see through.
Walking…
My tears and the street lights create stained glass.
Looking at memories abandoned in pictures, and the pain that is sheltered, buried, and concealed in temples.
Implicitly.
Shattered and now broken open.
I pick up the pieces with the roughest edges first.
I cut myself — countless times.
It hurts not to scream!
As a child you are taught that silence is comforting,
Explicitly a fools gold, a dastardly violence.
The blood has been contaminated with secrecy.
Life’s own mystery;
What good is the knowledge of hystori if the truth never gets told?
Exposed.
Undressing wounds
I see myself in rare form….beautiful….
Vulnerable.
This bigger picture envisioned is actually a puzzle;
we are each others pieces.
There are no borders, filters, nor frames….
Regardless not everyone fits, still you are..
Limitless…
-Leighrick
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
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