Rebuilding – PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION

Why isn’t being yourself enough for some people?

Even if I could read your mind, what kind of story would you write?

How can we make it right?

Time after time

We’re expiring, wasting moments admiring who I couldn’t be.

I had to stay true to me.

Facing the mirror— a juxtaposition to age won’t crack under the pressure.

A diamond in the hay riddled with needles.

Needless to say,

it’s a safe.

Today

I proclaim my transformation.

Optimistic in my Prime:

Illuminating

Vibrating

Breathing

Healing

Praying

Protecting

Guiding

Shedding

Why is being yourself too much for people?

Vacuums in the space

A swirl of emotion displaced in a Milk Way of consciousness.

I’m black like the cosmos.

The stars look like dragon scales, and the breeze is subtle like hummingbirds.

We are the fruit – knowledge is the nectar.

Why do we have to bury seeds in darkness so they can cherish the sun?

Life without it ain’t nuthin, don’t quit your day job if you won’t give up frontin’.

We live to stunt. We hype the stunts, and

Stunt the runts thirsty for the love.

You the plug.

You the one.

Nourish the mind, body, soul, spirit open to the divine energy;

peacefully surrendering your ego.

Your heart will grow roots, as it attaches itself to your body.

Don’t be sorry, but don’t be surprised.

When we’re ascending there is no baggage rule for the flight.

Sit tight. Stay grounded. Let your soul levitate.

Faith is nonnegotiable.

Being anti-social doesn’t solve loneliness. Keep roaming.

Even without presence your realness can never be denied.

Stay tight. Stay light.

Keep up the,

Love.

-Leighrick

Currently, my favorite word is “I“. One is the magic number.

Every conversation is like a confession; I know you want feedback.

I can be your dessert for thought, the sweetest taste of intellect.

While sleeping you hear the birds tweet, and you’ll follow them.

But only if they lead you to me.

I don’t normally look people in the eyes, but its your intentions Im trying to see.

I play it cool.

You try and let your mind go astray.

Finding yourself smiling; then you realize, you’ve been thinking of me all day.

You stop to wonder, do I think about you too?

[Maybe not the amount, but at least in the same ways]

If you tripped would I laugh, or would I bend down to tie your shoe?

Would I catch you? Are you falling?

I wouldn’t watch, I’d grab your hand and take you higher.

Aiming toward the moon, reaching for the stars.

Wading in the clouds.

I’m peeping through the hole that has been under construction…for a while.

You’re knockings on the gate are faint;unfortunately to your pleas of affection….

Currently I am deaf.

Mute, unheard of feelings, unshared emotions, my secrets are kept.

Decipher my pieces, and decode my being.

2pac saw death around the corner, I can only imagine

because I feel like Cupids stalking me.

I’m taking a light jog, you keep trying to race me full speed!

Cant spell potential, without potent.

Allowing my heart slow down a couple beats.

Like seeing a good menu you before you feast.

Time is deceptive that I’ve learned to use my watch as a piece.

So with this piece, I am allowing you access to a clue in my mystery.

I apologize if this so happens to play with your Psyche.

I just made a vow —

Never let my heart think, and never let my mind feel.

My headaches turn to heartaches, suddenly I wont feel shit.

I close my eyes and maintain my stride.

And see, when I get to the finish line…if your there at the end.

–Leighrick

Tag: Rebuilding

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