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..
Tag: Life
Fact
“if you feed a dog a frog, he’ll poop a prince”.
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
Believers.Never.Die
Are you willing to die for what you believe in?
What is it that you believe?
What makes you a believer?
Make believe, made me believe honesty was just a fairytale..
Blurb
Man sometimes I get so frustrated with myself and the mistakes I make, but I realize I will keep making them until I learn my lesson. I have to also take into consideration that I am young, but no matter what age I am these life comes with its set of challenges. I am grateful to have the set of eyes to realize this. I wont be able to spell satisfaction with the action. I will be better.
Immaculate
People can’t smell their own shit, like they have something up their noses.
They don’t even bother to flush the toilet.
That stench could make this whole place a hazard zone.
Danger! Danger!
Read all about it.
There’s knives in backs, children slain, and money missing out of wallets.
These mask are impeccable,
Who are the cosmetologist?
Quite plastic you are, because you don’t feel a thing.
Your smile is misery’s company.
Am I your pain medicine?
When you’re in pain, you use me, and abuse me.
Leaving me clueless & empty.
Vacant like the lots that surround our inner cities.
In the shadows of the Hollywood lights –
Do the people who don’t have property own the streets?
Is this War?
I have the wounds of a warrior,
Inexperienced thoughts of being ready for the battle,
I fought back.
Revealing contusions deeper than war trenches
Gladly spirits cannot be paralyzed.
Surely they can be idle.
Fairytale endings don’t exist in this nightmare.
I told you I’d never leave you, and you abandoned me.
I guess along with misery, vanity is your companion, because
They are the only things that seem to last.
In this material world,
where wearing aura isn’t fashionable, but
Madonna’s doing something right.
Danger! Danger!
Read all about it
There’s parent-less children, starving countries, corruption in knowledge, and abuse of power!
Why should we pay to go to college?
I am the future – learn to invest in tomorrow.
Keep trying to drink from the fountain of youth,
When did it become so hard to swallow?
You’ve been marinating for some years,
Give thanks for the time borrowed.
Like napkins you can’t give it back, at least not the way you received it.
All these preconceived beliefs of what it means to be immaculate.
Days have elapsed.
Ive been pregnant with this piece.
I don’t know about you, but I came out the womb screaming!
Hanging by a thread, they cut, without my permission.
I was covered in blood, they could’ve gave me a few more minutes,
Before cutting off my oxygen, my food supply, and my mother & I’s connection.
So you see, you cant get clean, if you haven’t been dirty.
And just because your standing now, doesn’t mean that you are sturdy.
Unless you’re a palm tree?
Deceivingly slim surprisingly strong.
I use to think the dews on grass were tears from the trees, because they were lonely.
Danger! Danger!
Read all about it.
Don’t follow the shadows they can’t see where they’re headed.
The blind leading the blind is a misconception.
My pen is my weapon,
That only spreads love.
[t]HUG LIFE!
Every stranger could use one.
-Leighrick
Curiosity Misery’s Company (09-11-09)
My misery’s curiosity still lies behind these walls.
The yelling and the screaming continues to echo throughout the hallways.
That’s all I’m able to hear.
I don’t think I need glasses anymore, because now I can see straight through people.
Time must be moving quickly, because I feel my hair graying,
My heart aches from the stitches, that aren’t even really mending it back together, there only for show.
My souls still searching for the answers, and the souls of the rest of the lost ones.
They took a piece of me, He snatched the peace from around my neck.
I can only guess my audience is aware of the dramatic irony.
Damn, its been 10 months, and I still cant understand.
The dust has been settled, it has been swept under the rug, but even still this hasn’t become clean to me.
The feelings still linger this just isn’t the place for me to be,
a house is not a home, but I’m just trynna figure out where I’m supposed to be.
Double standards, insecurities, lies, and religion – eventually will become the death of me.
Why did she stop Goliaths hand, what would J–, never mind.
What would you have done in my situation?
He PUSHED and I prayed and still nothing happened.
Kisses on my forehead could never erase this memory.
I’m just glad to know that I got some people here for me.
I thought it was snowing in hell, when I saw who caused my cell phone to ring.
And now I’m sitting here staring at the ceiling.
I am Lonely.
I’m confined to this room, I don’t want to step outside because I feel them watching me.
Cant close my eyes because my brain projects the incident repeatedly upon my eye lids.
I can’t sleep…
My stomachs in pain — I can’t eat...
I won’t drink.
I cant think — without hurting & dropping tears left and right.
After this, I don’t think I have any fears, I only live everyday knowing ..
Fact: People aren’t obligated to you love you.
-The End.
–Leighrick
PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION 