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.
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Blurb
Who Needs Sleep?
Instead of sleeping I think.
Conversing with my Conscience.
rekindling memories and setting ablaze doubts.
I am the smile and the frown, together
Shaping beauty.
Jaded compliments, opening old wounds
Tho deceptive as the skin may be,
The density of my bones, upholds a heavy spirit.
A paradox.
It beams light, and eases darkness.
Breaching the infrastructure of this tale, it’s growing
Rooted so far down the sky becomes the ground, and
My solar plexus houses the blueprints of galaxies.
Invisible to looking eyes.
Tap into the 3rd frequency, and see
Wisdom is heard in the whispers.
Instead of sleeping I think.
Imagining my own colors,
Sanding a frame of sizable impression for masterpieces.
Empathy is kept safe in the right atrium’s, saving what’s left for the ventricles.
I found love on a two way street,
Sitting at the crossroads.
Lotus Pose.
Unlocking the gift to
Be.
Willing…
Knowingly….
Instead of sleeping, I think.
-Leighrick
The Giving Tree
The spine is a trunk.
The nerves are vines, draping insides of beings like sound-walls.
Meditation is the freeway to higher learning, of self.
A portal.
This truth is no pyramid scheme;
Judge taste – not people.
Leaves fall resembling coin filled wishes, to the bottom of a pond.
Whose depths are more than seen on surface.
We are all flowers.
The branches of energy are
fruitful, delicate, and sometimes blemished.
Mother’s of the sun birth daughters of stars, with crescent eyes.
Upheld by Orion.
Their voices mocking Little Walter;
Singing blues to the blacks, browns, and all bands of color.
Harmoniously their cries spawn tides, expunging identities.
There is peace lodged in the throats of mutes.
Yoga is poetry in the form sign language.
Exchanging idioms between flexibility and endurance.
This Being –
Firm like a mountain, pose
Still like a tree, yet
a Warrior soul.
…
-Leighrick
Exposition
Love is easy to fall into.
Who ever said this road we walk would be smooth?
Who guaranteed that life would be easy?
Life’s guarantees are as passionate as an oppressors persuasion .
Choice was not a option, we were given this life – as we attempt to live.
But we were handed it, knowing that, majority would break from the pressure of merely attempting to care.
And yet here you are before me standing in all Loves Glory.
Overwhelming?
Check….. yet I stand strong before you, your queen : Candace
Nefertiti of your entirety
Cleopatra of your roaming soul
You’ve ceased my heart collapsing.
I have turned your Dark Empire and into your Golden Age.
Like the oceans I draw you in..
You that is my beach, my paradise.
Rest your head on my chest and listen.
As this heart you forged takes the form of gold.
The beats are as vibrant as the chants of hands that beat against an Afrikan drum.
Playing is the melody that eases your mind from the sleepless nights.
Nights that you ponder in your thoughts and get lost.
Lost as you search for a path back to reality and stare into midnights blanket.
Seeking and searching for a journey to revelation.
Knowing Love would be in Vain without dreams that break beautiful beats of happiness and sorrow.
Those who seek Loves Redemption can be redeemed through the code of righteous living.
Knowing no true direction,we walk blind –
For our hearts are the compass’ that lead us to everlasting love.
Love in which you and I become immortals within the land we’ve created.
Every tear drop infested with emotions exchanged with a kiss.
For our Love is custom fit for only You and I.
For only our Hearts link through
Loves aorta,
Never to be severed.
-Leighrick©
Eye
I sit
I think
I smile
I yell
And now I write.
I allow my pen to cry in the comfort of the paper.
Words hug my soul they are my comfort in cold.
I toss and I turn…too many unfinished poems.
Half sleeping with a full mind.
-Leighrick
Yang
Stopping is the hardest to start, and starting is the hardest to stop.
Told my family I was going to make it to the top, like building blocks.
Then knock yours down, ’cause I don’t like sharing spots.
Put the spotlight on me,
I may reveal something you forgot.
BET I rip mics, and you run away.
Why do you get so high, only to still be-low me?
This Square humiliated you.
Now your living under a rock,
Patrick Star lonely.
Cold world but I’m just heating up
Bout to go HAM, like the other folk you’re just left over bologna.
Beggin’ Oscar for a wiener.
Feeling like the realest out, except for my twin,
He is a mirroring image of me.
I look in his eyes and see mine.
Your reflection is transparent, its apparent your soul is never present
Like drop outs.
You pretend and I’ll educate.
You have friends, I have soul mates.
You sit around, I bus through time like tour dates.
I’m sure you’d hate for to me to succeed,
I wont be greedy tho.
I sell you a dream for a dollar,
Then wake you up, like I’m one of Krueger’s kin.
Too dope for crack, and too ill for common colds.
Meaning if Common was as sick as me, maybe he’d still love H.E.R,
Instead of H.E.R lusting some these other foes!
-Leighrick
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
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