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Pass Me, Bye

Hi me!
That’s what I say to the high me.
Who me?
That’s what I ask the new me.
How could you?
Not knowing the past could last forever.

Do you love me?
Pass.
Breaking cycles, fuckin’ up rotation….

Spread Love.
The ambition is contagious.
Motivation in the movement.

Would you like to dance?
Asks the Spirit to the Heart.

This world is everything I forgot.
Nice to meet you…

I am Nostalgia.

-Vigilant Leighrick

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I can’t eat.
I can’t sleep.

I don’t eat…

Eye won’t sleep.

I can break through.

First I need to break
I need a break, though
Eye persevere through the struggles and the pain.

Hidden fears captivate my name.
“I Love You”
Let it roll off the tongue like the blood from a blade.

It gets deep.
The climb to the pinnacle gets steep when the bottom been feelin you.

Point of view – bird’s eye.

Listen – Immerse yourself in your tears
As the rain drowns the interlude.

Perspective – Retrospective

My Life
A Masterpiece,
A beautiful disaster.

Inside flawlessly imperfect
Outside impeccably misleading.

LOOK!
Better yet…
SEE!

Eye keep the light with me like a lantern.
Eye keep the dark in me like an urn.

Death to the Ego.

Don’t look down
Feet are the seeds that refuse leave the ground.
The roots set me free when the seasons change…
Leaves fall far from the tree decorating my quest

Discovering Love – Things Fall Apart
Lost Love is never easily forgotten..

“Surrender!”
“Don’t Say Nuthin’!”

Grammy told me she love’s me.
My Isis sing
“Wake Up!” “Shine!”

Black Thoughts
Black Heart
Black Love.
Traveling Time…

Perspective – Prospective

My Life
A Masterpiece,
A beautiful disaster.

Inside flawlessly imperfect
Outside impeccably misleading.

LOOK!
Better yet…
SEE!

Eye am divine.
Eye am the cosmos.
Eye am alive.

Eye am a Life.
Living – Breathe – Loving – Being

Stretching my palms to the most high
Within a clinch –
This world is mine!
This world in my mind.
You can’t imagine the images that are constantly rerun.

Chasing Dreams.

Visions get tangled with expectations and concealed in doubt.

I’ve been loving people for centuries.
I’ve been looking for a lifetime.

Finally I adore my own reflection…..

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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

Sore Wings

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

Broken Pedestals

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

The Last Train, Until…

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

Broken Open

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

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Perpetrators

These perpetrators trying to live on elevators.
They get stuck on the easy route
They should have of just taken the stairs.
There’s levels to this shit,
You couldn’t reach the top,
even if you are standing on the highest pedestal, with a chair on top, and both hands in the air.
I could careless, but when you breath it pollutes my air.
Watering it down the game, until all that‘s left it total shame.
Who is there to blame?
Who are you?
I’d rather call you by your real name.
Lame.
Thinking you’re blowing up Hip-Hop,
but you just Pop.
I won’t stop – until you feel the need to.
I don’t pay you much attention, but my smirk is cordial.
Snickering at your lollipop lyrics, it’s like taking candy from a baby.
I snatch the volume down to make sure nobody hears it.
Your mumbling and fumbling over your words.
The first time you spit, it stayed on your shirt, couldn’t hardly make it to the curb.
Now you’re chillin with some sick peep, but they aren’t the iLLest. The conglomerates coming through.
Hello,
I am Vigilant Leighrick..

Slice of Life

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