Tag: Poetry

Give a Little Light

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      Can you shine a little light on me? When my days are rainy, and my hearts feeling cold. Would you shine a little light one me? You may not know me, but when we’re strangers on the streets could you smile at me instead of scolding.

      I need your soul to glow when my eyes get low, and my head drops down. Your laugh would heal the pain of not having someone to hold. Be Bold.

      When my tears fall through the pillow, would you catch them with your ears? Hear my agonies silent echoes sulking in the dim hallway. Please just ring the doorbell and say “Hi” to me.

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       Should I beg now? Please shine a little light one me! When I cant see past the smoke, I need a bit of guidance. You haven’t met me at my finest, but God isn’t finished with me yet.

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      So are you going to shine a little bit light on me? Because my light is kind of faint. Just fill my cup halfway, and I’ll take it from there. You’ll see that this little light of mine, I’m gone let it shine. You’ll see millions of souls will radiate when they hear me, because I hear them.

      I was them. I am them? Please, would you shine a little light one me; because I want to help heal the pain…

Thanks,

–Leighrick

Wings Under Tailored Suits

Sidewalk Secrets

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The City never sleeps. The reason they envy the stars so much, is because the real ones seem so out of reach. Each I see I try to teach.

I want to be remembered in every encounter. Post it my history. I post up posters of eyes, andI hope they see -They cant hide.They cant be lowkey. In order to see change, the change you must be. Like the ones on the street are beggin for; While your on your way home to eat.

I cant say I’m complete, tho Im in competition with those whom are elite. My smile is their displeasure, I insipre those I meet. My soul gives off an energy stronger than a Rockstar drink,– you wont crash.

Take a flight with me. Sprout wings and see the planet in the prospective of the universe. Bodies steady leaving this earth in a hearse not even a proper burial.

I’m just trying to be reimbursed in my actions by actually knowing what its worth. I dont know where to end, but i know Ive started it when I was destined.

 

-Leighrick

 

I wrote this for a good friend of mine [Daniel L.]; he took this picture below. He asked me to write a piece to go along with his picture, total freedom ! and Sidewalk Secrets came to be!

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Willing Love

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My eyes have opened. My mouth has closed. My ears are tuned in.

You got me focused In this moment, I can’t move, only stare.

Play a game of truth, if we dare. How bout two truths and a lie?

I’m falling for you. I’m on the ground. I don’t know how I got here.

I only know I don’t want to leave, like the branches from the trees when Autumn comes around.

Unaware of where we’re going, I just know I’m with it if your with it.

I don’t mean to be blunt, but I can take you higher, if your willing?

In this room feeling boxed in; however there’s no ceiling. Just mirrors.

I paint the picture, not brave enough to be detailed, but I know you see the image. Like when you fall asleep and dream, yeah I know that I be in ’em.

Chasing thoughts, you try to hide, instead I’m conquering your vision. Trying to cease your emotions, they’re so deep I can swim in them. If I start drowning, does that mean I’m the reason your feeling them?

All those bad memories am I killing them? Like there’s a reason you didn’t meet me first, then you wouldn’t know this feeling then.

Love doesn’t come easy not even when it leaves. Stick with me and you’ll know when it comes it’ll never leave.

Willingly,

–Leighrick

Limitations

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Who here is familiar with Limitations? Who here has been told you cant, but wont stop? Believers never die, due to broken dreams we often cry. I remember being told in song ‘the sun will come out tomorrow’, but what if today doesn’t last? I remember being shown to ‘dance in the rain’, but what if I cant dance? I remember being told to ‘follow your dreams’, but what if I don’t wake up?…Ending the story in the beginning will make you take a second look.

High hopes praying before the leap of faith.

Don’t look down.

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Bellows of unhappiness erupt from the bellies of beasts.

When you jump, they try to grab hold of your feet.

Not to take a walk in your shoes, their aim is defeat.

To bring you down and have a feast.

On what you only know as ambition, but to them it’s sweet.

Something not come across to often, so when they smell it

These sharks turn into leech.

Bottom feeders.

Don’t look down.

Hold on to the branches of the trees.

Make the plank you walk across, but

Aim to fly and not to dive, cause you’ll sink.

If you rely on fans, cool will be your only degree.

With no dimensions to you,

one square out of the whole Rubiks.

Can’t tell you what to do, but

I know that if you never stop believing the dreams come true.

Even after you.

Believers never die, whosoever believes it lives in them too.

Where are you in life right now?

The reflections on you.

Whether mirror, water, picture, or portrait.

I’m asking you.

Your vision can’t speak.

Your ears can’t breathe.

Your heart can’t think.

Your brain can’t eat.

That’s what they’re thinking.

Hear what I’m saying.

You can see your thoughts before your speak em.

Ears may not breathe in, but every breathe inhaled…hearing that should be inspiration.

Hearts act upon emotions, those thoughts manifest in feelings.

And if brain’s aren’t fed, that explains the malnutrition of their beings.

So turn your back, and step off your comfort level

Fall through the stars.

Floating on clouds until your Spirit sprouts wings.

They’ll want to follow your lead.

Every rock cast you use as a stepping stone.

There is no limit to the top,

its called the top cause there’s always room to get stepped on.

That’s why you aim for your highest.

to be continued..

-Leighrick

Ring the Bell

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[Doorbells Rings].

I have too much free time on my hands
So in my coat pockets I sell watches
On the train and at the bus stops.
Teaching myself guitar sitting upon the stars
Strummin’ my instrument just looking for some applause
Maybe a couple bucks, but I’m not looking for a come up
I’m seeking change, I’m not talking loose quarters
Bet two dimes couldn’t catch the knowledge Im kicking.
Bet you they get flipped like test papers once you see how low that grade is.
Fear none but the most high
Not scared of heights, so everyday I take flight
Elevation stipulations require red eyes.
O.M.G I looked down, and I’m shocked at the time !
It’s always moving forward, tho it feels I always seemed to get left behind.
But three lefts are bound to make a right
With these papers bound together all I can do is write.
I stay up 24hrs straight, and at breakfast I pretend that everything’s alright
The facade shadows the darkness of the knight
In kombat
My pen is my sword, so my technique is immortal!
You’re moral less
Trying to be a Hero to these zeroes, but you keep falling in the holes I dig!
I get deep like trenches
Alot of people can’t stand me!
Always keep a stool handy
With one microphone, just in case I’m feelin like Nas.
Whoa sir, your feelings on NOS!
You’re moving too fast, we haven’t gotten out of park.
I like long walls…
That gives us time to talk
Yea talk is cheap, but I’ll always give my 2 sense and pay attention
Subliminal Simping on twitter, but I won’t mention that it’s you.
And this bed Im laying in I made for two.
Until then thoughts of you will have to do to fill the spot in.
As I’m dreaming with my third eye soaking reality in
Living dreams with my chakras open
Positive energy has me feeling omnipotent !
The feelings behind these words have me all choked up, the pain is hard to swallow.
Throw me a lil shade, it may rain on my parade,
but Annie and my phone remind me the sun will come out tomorrow.
I’m just a squirel trying to get some peanut butter f–k a nut
Just trying to jam to my own muse, don’t be jelly, show me love.
Busy wishing the grass on my side is dyed, but respect ain’t just for men
Aretha said it best, I feel no need to spell it out again.
Ain’t no mountain high enough that I ain’t climbing,
Aint no river that I ain’t cried wider than,
And ain’t no valleys more shallow than a California kids
I’m a ’92 riots south central baby,
West side till I die, Tupac saved me!
Death threats and Love notes
HUG life, I dropped the T – now Im
Shooting arrows into hearts,
Cupid owes homage to me!
no B’s, C’s, only G’s
Not the type to rock some BCBG
but I’ll macklemore a thrift store, and cop like 3 Tees for $5 each
I got $20 in my wallet
A pocket full of tokens
And some hope full of pride that’ll send me chasing after doors left open !
Opportunity knocks…

To be continued

-Leighrick

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