Tag Archives: High

Meet Me at Our Special Place

Are you high right now?

My longing to re-embrace you

seem to want you more when

I’m coming down.

Thought so highly of me because,

I was the one who kept your head up.

When you were at your lowest, I was

Someone and my love was something to look forward to,

Then shit hit the fan, and the air was never really cleared.

Like white-out on a page, you always know what’s there,

but no stranger knows what hides between the lines.

 

Now I’m just another low, and the only one left to look up to now is God,

That’s a circumstance that makes you insecure.

A relationship you need to mend, better yet begin to sew

because only he knows what he has in store for you.

 

You talk the talk,

often read his words,

still rarely set foot to walk the path to speak to him.

You’ve been wondering who you are, and only 2 people know.

 

And —

 

Maybe…

 

Just Maybe…

 

One of them is not me,

 

See I’ve been contemplating the way you think,

and figured…it’s no longer about me.

Don’t get me wrong,I am not selfish, it doesn’t have to be

It never really has been,

I mean..considering all you’ve been through;

I can think of one time, that was when I made the biggest decision of our relationship.

….we’ve seen how that ended.

Do you see where my indecisiveness stems from?

 

So high off the pedestal, I fell low.

A Queen feeling dethroned and alone, so

I am screaming

Nooooooooo“,

Blowing big O’s…

Visually people can witness how empty I am, inside.

 

I feel like a child who moved, and lost their best friend.

Idle mind living, awaiting to be reunited…

Only that now we wont be running into each other again for another 10+ years.

And if its one thing I fear, it’s that in the not so distant future your face wont be so clear.

Instead we’ve stopped playing tag and are now playing catch-up.

Maybe even Hide-N-Go-Seek, because the love we have for one another, we still haven’t been able to control.

Once again, we find ourselves hiding in the shadows of our feelings..

 

I am an emotional slave to myself.

Trapped behind the pearly gates, and not the ones residing in the sky.

A rebellious heart with a timid mind, imprisoned in a body,

I look in the mirror and call mine,

Except when I look through these eyes,

I see an optical illusion

Its me telling myself I am fine, but

If you lived a day with my Soul,

You would understand why this song bird cries.

 

So I ask..

How high were your thoughts of me?

Did your head make it in the clouds?

Because my thoughts of you..

I have to be honest, after all we’ve been through have gone up and down similar to a roller-coaster.

 

However,

The love I am consumed with while thinking about you is beyond our space,

across galaxies, we as humans have yet to discover.

 

So,

When I try to explain the love I have for you, I cant because this feeling has yet to be defined.

It’s stronger than love and not used so loosely.

 

From coast to coast I’d travel,

Except as of late

I don’t have the funds to by a coaster, to sit my cup of coffee on, as I develop a master plan to bring You & I together.

 

With saying all this,

I still don’t think you understand…

I remember you telling me, “everything is just words now“, but

We’re both writers?

 

I thought we were both riders [?]

I’ve been finding out words do have power,

I am trying to be detailed, specific, and complex enough so that no else can figure out this piece,

That is except for you

Maybe not even you.

I am probably just writing this for me

 

You know,

So I can see how I feel on paper, and be justified.

Even though I don’t think its good enough.

Maybe, I simply had to get this off my chest,

because my heart was about to burst through its cages, rip the skin, and jump in my hands

just so it can be comforted.

 

I’m laying on my back, at my lowest but very high.

Thinking about you, thinking about forever, just thinking

Drifting off into dreaming, the only place I would be able to meet you, but lately…

You haven’t been showing up….

-Leighrick

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Sessions

Sitting in this chair high

Getting looks from left and right

Shifty eyes

But they be looking at me like,

baby damn, why?

Why you gotta be so cute an irresistible ?

So down to earth, so individual

Been this way since a kiddo,

No kidding tho.

I use to just sit up on the counter, and watch moms cook dinner

Now, I come home, rummage through the refrigerator

just to find some chicken dinners.

Currently

My pockets looking thinner,

But my skin is thicker.

Not a beginner, I’m in it til the end.

Like a winner

Communicate to the population these days are not the end.

We all want to claim we are the change

But we seldom change ourselves, no more often then we change our linens

Typing notes on the notepad

Technological Composition.

See The beat pulled me into this black hole

I always knew I was a star.

In the zone

I feel it In my bones

The blood rushing sends

Shivers up my spine

That’s why I’m sitting here with these glossy eyes, and a smile that shines.

 

-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

Hempathy : Staring Through Vanity.

I collaborated with my twin, Samuel, and we’ve created “Hempathy”. This piece branching from a simple conversation. “Is a secret truly a secret, if everyone knows it, but no one talks about it?

Shit, all i feel is hempathy, that’s hemp therapy simply

I’m a smoke till I see God and ask him why I feel this way mentally

Signed, yours truly, sincerely hoping that my best wishes are not just farewells to sanity

While I blow Kush smoke in mirrors subconsciously embracing vanity, and talking to myself–

 

A controlled free spirit trying to think of a purpose, is it worth it?

My heart wants to jump out my chest just so I can put this work in

I start feeling like, “damn do I deserve this?”

Whether I weather the storm, this forecast is my own, this black cloud is only following me

When it rains my cup is filled — half full, tho inside I feel so empty

Success is so tempting!

The weight of the world is on my shoulders and all I feel is sympathy.

Visions of visionaries screaming knowledge from the cemeteries.

In the moment I was being birthed I felt God’s whispers as he spoke to me.

The smoke clears. There’s no longer clarity.

Sitting at the vanity 2 hazed eyes, and the 3rd one so vivid that it scares me.

 

Cry for help like a newborn left in a bin, or for some brotha without a motha heading straight for the pen,

I cleaned my slate with those tears and headed straight for my pen,

Then walked up to the fountain of youth and threw a couple of pennies in, like, here’s my two cents–

That should pay what you’re worth, delusions of immortality,

I’ve been ready for death since birth,

Realize your lies mean nothing, they say the meek shall inherit the earth.

 

Knowledge is power, except it feels more like a curse.

I hand out flowers today because I witnessed tomorrow riding in a hearse.

The gangsta’s spray their semis while the kids run for cover.

Sirens are my alarm clock, while I hide under my covers.

A world unprepared for the voices they’ve silenced by fear.

Not me, I am no longer scared.

I have been scarred interacting with the living dead.

Conniving like con-artist, without guidance I walk amongst the blind.

Pick pocketing every thought.

They don’t get me, but at least they aint got me!

They tried snatching my spirit from me out my cradle just to place me in a tomb.

The killers perish with their intentions, but the believers never die from their wounds.

Imagine spending your whole life trying not to cry.

Misery loves company and the world is its companion.

Birthing monstrosities that  label themselves as super human beings.

Assassins assassinating, I chose to replace them.

If I were to murder one person, it would be –ME!

Because there is one thing I yearn for most is my body to rest and my soul to be FREE

Only then will the mind solider be at ease.

 

Leighrick & Samuel

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