“I leave pennies heads up for others to find for luck, but it seems someone is stealing the change out of the fountains.“
Tag: Illumination
Dream BIG.
Coroner on the Corner
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
Lazy Lids
Holding up lazy lids are tired eyes.
Behind the tired eyes is a racing mind.
In the being of a mental giant.
Who isn’t compliant, but vigilant.
Their weakness is their strength.
Love.
the scent sweeter than flowers,
Attracting caterpillars,
Digesting laughter that melts deep into the stomach and gives life to butterflies.
In an instant these feelings can corrode the heart.
Too many smiling faces, can’t seem to tell them apart.
Unless its by the role they’ve assumed, now you’ve become the ass, but never wanted to play in the first place.
Ain’t nothing wrong with losing….sometimes.
–Leighrick
Break Fast & Read Slow
Break Fast & Read Slow.
This morning I sit contemplating, scrummaging through synonyms and personifications. I take a stab at exercising mediation and writing being in sync.
Once upon a time I believed that communication in relationships [i.e Family, Intimate, Friends ,etc] was farfetched. Telling one person, let alone the world how I feel? Never!That is…until I picked up a pen, maybe it was a pencil, or maybe I was sitting at the computer abusing it with my bead eyes and frolicking fingers.
Since then I have been pursing creative writing. First – I wrote with intentions of beefing up my confidence, but more importantly I found an outlet. The feeling is natural, as I began to simmer down writing became a healthier alternative for expressing myself, and the way I feel.
I have dissected every syllable and ingested every doubt. Collecting memories like recipes, and holding them close like secrets.
No longer do I believe that I am restricted to pain, sadness, tearful joy, trauma, warm love, oppression, heartbreak, etc to produce a gem. The pressure has ceased, and all these ingredients are just that.
As appetizing as it reads – surely it does not define the divine Goddess I am.
So currently I am marinating in this process of enlightenment. Soaking up the pungent frustration and tart effortlessness. I am the author of [my] cookbook; is your mind malnourished? How about some dessert for thought, the sweetest tasting intellect served on a platinum incrusted paper plate.
Thus allowing you to savor every simile, break down every syllable, and extract every nutrient from my light, and let the imagery melt in your hand and mouth, this is what love tastes like.
Bon Appétit !,
– Vigilant Leighrick, Poetic Renegade.
Please Don’t Catch Me
Placing my heart in his hands, he embrace it.
Trying to describe falling in love with him, is like describing colors to the blind.
My heart has finally realized what my head has known all this time..
He Loves Me.
He looks into me, my eyes feeding his ego..
I mean
I catch myself being so deep,
that I can see the reflection of my smile taking the shape of his soul.
He Loves Me.
This is how I express my love to you —
Descriptions of him taken by every pleasurable adjective
I can try to further elaborate my feelings…
But I begin to make up words..
He heals me.
I fell so hard into this hole we’ve dug, that we know we can never stop falling.
It’s not just one thing, or somethings, its everything.
He is my everything, a gifted by his presence everyday?
He kisses me, I inhale his seconds of breath.
I sink into his mouth
He ingests my every reflex,
Dreams have become a tease, cravings and wishes of you here,
have been replaced with the warmth and realness of your skin.
Love is an endless battle, he fights for me.
I’ve fallen for all that which my warrior defends.
His love for me,
but
I cant sleep, if I do I dream about you…and when I dream, I cant sleep…
Its too hard to be without you..
I whisper in your ear the depths ecstasy, I long for you to see.
I wish I could lay my head on your chest, allowing you to be all I need…
Suddenly,
He holds me.
In the still of the night.
I am restless.
He places me on top of him, and I fall asleep
to the rhythm of his heartbeats.
Even a thousand miles away,
He loves me.
Unconditionally.
Even with a heart of gold is my talk still cheap?
Music isn’t soothing to me.
This page is comforting my spirit, but my body is still lonely,
I miss you…
My pen strokes illustrate your energy.
I begin to float towards him.
Hijacking the wings of hopes and prayers to get to you, any way I can.
If I make my wish, will you still grant it?
The shooting star heading exactly in the direction I want…
But I’m taking my time with him…
Everything about him makes me want to exceed all boundaries.
Surpassing our present reality;
Moving mountains, Throwing rain…
His body as my promise land,
His heart as my home.
I LOVE HIM.
-Leighrick
Held Captive
This is another poem from my heart, no different from the rest.
Only this poem is for his lips and eyes only.
As my thoughts continue to orbit around him,
He proceeds to be present in mostly every sense of mine.
I can only touch him through paper.
I see him in a day dream ; his phantom appears in every angle I look at in my life.
The only way to taste him is through the lips of my own.
Only made possible by capturing the quintessence every kiss.
I hear him.
Through anticipation of our body’s collaborations – at least that’s how I describe it.
This beauty of mine has me enclosed between the walls of
Love, Passion, and Desire.
The enemy of confusion.
There is one way to escape, but I have no of fleeing this captivity.
He is the catalyst for this art, some may call poetry.
In my own words…he is the muse for my visible, literary, emotional thoughts…
-Leighrick
[My] Prince Matthew Jaden
July 14, 2011
[6]
My Prince
When I look into your eyes
I see nothing but pure innocence.
Never change not in morals but flourish in wisdom while you grow.
My Prince
Education is the main priority.
So be sure to maintain that GPA or Im sure moms will discipline you.
And I know as you sit there enjoying SpongeBob Square Pants –
I Know as your sitting on my lap and resting your head against my chest,
Your mind is consuming all the love I have for you.
My Prince
When I see you I smile
I go through slideshows of pictures and videos when I am away
just to see that smile…and that attitude when it decides to show itself.
Playing with you, I slip in encouragements and inspiration,
So that when you grow up Confidence is natural but so is being Humble.
I remember Saturday mornings I would rock you to sleep,
my little Einstein, ironic you never slept during that cartoon.
My Prince
I know you will make me proud.
Remember to let your Imagination flow and your Creativity Explode,
Born with natural rhythm let your deepest aspirations guide you on the path to your ever-so bright future
and remember to teach these values and morals to your little sister.
Protect Her.
Although she may be a pain now, I see in those almond eyes the love you have for one another.
My Prince
Accept that mistakes will be made, just be sure to learn from them.
Forgive and have Faith, but never be ignorant to your intuition.
And
My Prince
If Im gone by the time you are able to comprehend this
Keep this poem close to your heart, and know Im still beside you.
I will watch over you, and guide you.
I will remain in your heart
I thank God everyday for giving Life to you.
And in my absence
temporary or permanent
I may not be showering you with aesthetic gifts,
but with love and acceptance
for the Man you will become.
My Prince
If you need me
Shout my name silently in your thoughts, and while you are active
I will creep up on you like the sandman and comfort you in your thoughts.
You may not know if I was there, and wondering when I came….
My Prince
You and your sister hold my most sacred possession,
My Heart.
So every time you feel an unfamiliar but glowing warmth overwhelm your heart, and you cant resist to smile or giggle,
Relax…Thats just Auntie whispering she’ll always love you.
My Prince
Your throne awaits you…
and if you so happen to miss the seat,
Auntie will be right there to lift you up, dust you off,
telling you to keep trying.
Always know that this poem doesnt even resemble a quarter of my undying love for you.
-Leighrick
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