Slice of Life
As a toddler I use to wonder if the birds could hear my thoughts.
That the dew on the grass was from trees crying, because they felt lonely.
Watching the sun set ablaze these cotton polluted skies.
The moon arrives.
With the slight waves of a breeze, kissing my skin.
Transporting chills through backward columns.
Lips against the pavement;
What I witnessed was not specific to any hue.
My silver lining was love, in the shadow of a larger portrait.
Eye got my I’s peeled
Fixated —
Inspiration.
Intimacy.
Illumination.
I’ve got my eyes peeled.
Wide open.
Inhaling every color.
Recreating Space.
I am the vanished piece
to the puzzle, peace.
Everyone grab a slice.
Don’t be afraid to feel.
Don’t be afraid of the way you feel.
My words may not suffice my thoughts.
Opening my heart parallel with mine eyes.
Uncovered, Unblocked, Unlocked,
Expanding.
Absolute knowledge may intimidate circumstantial courage.
Not frightened by falling, because
I can’t get much lower than understanding.
The wisdom eye seek – deep-seated – [and] overlooked.
The pupil.
Ink is my blood, and I can’t help but leave a trace.
On every canvas —
I’d donate my smile to those with a frown.
Paint murals on sidewalks for those whom walk with their heads down.
Dreams are notes of my existence; which is not a fantasy, because I never sleep.
Visual conversations with my conscience.
I couldn’t fit all my faults in to San Andres, so
the thought of accountability, continues to shake up the world.
The pebbles cast resemble the magnitude of that in a bird pond.
Skipping.
Seeking peace through beats and rhymes.
Eyes fixated –
Insight.
Vigilant.
Gazing souls wander – gawking at redemption.
I remember feeling lost.
Realizing this is the beginning, and scared when it may end.
I never forgot how to pretend.
The make believe, made me believe,
The fates delivered the coup de grâce, at any moment.
With every breath.
I have my eyes peeled on what is coming around the corner.
Kin to Slumber, Grandchild to time, an accomplice of the sandman.
Rubbing eyes,
Crossing t’s.
Decoding p’s and q’s
I want to connect every continent like water.
Leaving no trail to follow, but
enough inspiration to create your own.
I am trying to enhance my view.
Honesty isn’t always as flirtatious poetry.
Occasionally submissive to empathy.
Trying to emulate an open book.
I lay here a diary waiting to be broken open.
Longing for someone to tease & taunt death, because
They know if they ever read it, I’d spread threats with rumors.
Only to have my words tell the story, there are always three sides
Yours, Mines, and the truth.
I never told them I could write,
I never told them they taught me how.
I told myself never to tell them what this really is about.
I’ve got my eyes peeled.
Wide open.
Inhaling every color.
Recreating Space.
I am the vanished piece
to the puzzle, peace.
Everyone grab a slice.
–Leighrick
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